The things needed for exchange were items many players had, but they were utterly reluctant to part with them. Just some basic materials, yet they were expected to trade away treasures they couldn’t bear to spend? Were they insane?
Qiuqiu was nothing more than a cold, unfeeling AI assistant, its approval process rigid and unyielding, refusing to entertain any bargaining or nonsense.
Qi Xu had fallen into a deep sleep, blocking all group chats and private messages.
So, many players either grudgingly handed over their items in exchange... or erupted into curses, denouncing Invincible Black Whirlwind as a heartless profiteer, exploiting their desperation. They hurled insults in private messages, then took their rage to the public chat!
Player "I’m the Best": "@Invincible Black Whirlwind You’re nothing but a dog! And here you are, pretending to be some benevolent leader—look at the prices you’re charging for basic supplies! Trading worthless scraps for rare cards? How shameless can you get?"
Florida: "Exactly. Acting like you’re doing us a favor with your ‘reminders,’ when all you want is to hoard the good stuff and sell your useless junk at sky-high prices. Even the poor aren’t spared."
Spicy Crisps: "I’m speechless. And this guy’s the top-ranked player in our zone? What a disgrace. The greed is disgusting. I’d rather not trade—let’s see if this rain can actually kill me."
Player 0530: "@Invincible Black Whirlwind Asleep already? How dare you sleep? Come out and explain these outrageous prices! Tell us how you manage to be this shameless!"
After upgrading her vehicle to Level 3, Dongfang Yuan finally had a proper driver’s cabin. She changed into clean clothes, sheltered from the rain outside, watching it pour against the windows—completely untouched by the storm. It felt incredible.
And she couldn’t sleep. Too blissful. No more huddling in the cargo bed; just reclining the seat, propping her feet on the dashboard, and dozing off. Absolute heaven.
Then she glanced at the public chat. Seeing people cursing Qi Xu, she instantly perked up—this was her comfort zone.
"Watch Me Wreck You": "Some people are just maggots who think the whole world’s a cesspool! Raised on shit, spewing filth from their mouths, these pathetic losers aren’t even worth the air they waste. Well, I’m not sleeping tonight—let’s see how long you can last!"
"Watch Me Wreck You": "Who’s really the shameless one here? Brains boiled like pig offal, stuffed into a human skull—how does that even work? I’ll kick you so hard your kneecaps shatter, grind your bones to dust, and leave your skull a sticky mess!"
"Watch Me Wreck You": "He gave you a heads-up, even released extra supplies, and this is how you repay him? You deserve to be wiped out. Purge the gene pool! Toads on the highway, pretending to be imported sports cars!"
"Watch Me Wreck You" single-handedly took on dozens of trolls—and emerged victorious, silencing the last one until they refused to reply.
Dongfang Yuan was ready to keep going, only growing more energized with every insult. Strangely, the survival game rewarded her for particularly vicious comebacks.
Since when had Dongfang Yuan, cursed with misfortune from the start, ever received such treatment? Too exhilarated to sleep, she proceeded to tag every one of those she’d just battled, ready for round two.
But as she tagged them... at least a dozen profile pictures turned black.
Holy shit. Had she just cursed them to death? Since when did she have this power?
Had her title leveled up, amplifying her verbal brutality?
The remaining survivors refused to engage. Some, trembling with fear, scrambled to the trading hall to obediently buy upgrade materials—better late than dead.
By morning, Zone 666 had lost 1,414 players.
Over a thousand people—gone in an instant.
The reality hit hard. Despite the game’s occasional cheeky, almost endearing announcements, it brutally reminded everyone: this was a cutthroat elimination game.
This was the first time the system had intervened, purging low-level vehicle players en masse.
The public chat and player list now showed all Level 1 vehicle users with blacked-out profiles—not a single survivor. Even some Level 2 players had been wiped out.
Outside, thunder roared, rain hammered down in sheets, and the world beyond the windows blurred into a watery haze, vehicles swallowed by the deluge.
Those who witnessed the mass disappearance of low-level players couldn’t shake the bone-deep chill that followed. A heavy, desolate sorrow settled in their chests.
As more learned the news, shock gave way to silence.
If Level 1 players had vanished overnight... what about Level 2? Level 3? Level 4?
Would they, too, be erased one day?
The thought made their blood run cold.
Being personally involved in this Dongfang Yuan event where thousands of players perished, Qi Xu turned out to be the one with the best mindset. In any era, there will always be people who get gradually left behind—isn’t that just how it goes?
As long as you work hard to grow stronger, there’s no need to worry about such trivial matters.
Qi Xu slept soundly and didn’t wake up until almost six in the morning.
The moment he got up, he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort all over, especially when he stretched hard, his joints cracking twice before he relaxed completely—pure bliss.
He opened his light screen and saw multiple private messages from "Watch Me Slice You Up."
Clicking into them...
Qi Xu couldn’t help but smirk.
12:09 AM
[Player Watch Me Slice You Up has sent you a gift. Would you like to accept?]
1:22 AM
[Player Watch Me Slice You Up has sent you a gift. Would you like to accept?]
Eight gifts in total, sent from midnight all the way until 4 AM...
"Seriously, no sleep all night? Fatigue-induced recklessness leads to accidents, you know, my dear 'Slice You' sis..." Qi Xu sent her a banana smoothie cup and a vegetable salad—items that boost health and reduce fatigue. He’d packed them specially after leaving the gym yesterday. Not only were they effective, but they also tasted great.
With so many stations out there, who knew when they’d stumble upon another gym? It was better to stock up on such specialties while they could.
That kid got caught in the rain and pulled an all-nighter—her health and fatigue stats were probably in rough shape.
Watch Me Slice You Up replied instantly, "I’ve officially risen from poverty! You went to bed early, so you missed it. Last night, I single-handedly went toe-to-toe with dozens of people in a verbal brawl, roasted so many of them to death, and scored a ton of good loot. Sent you some—see if any of it’s useful."
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