[Glory Shines on Blue Star]: The first type is the gas station, so far only seen abandoned ones, with random treasure chests spawning inside. The second is the trading post, where beastman NPCs sell goods, requiring game coins as currency. It's currently unclear how to obtain game coins.
Cheng Shuili's eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging her lips. She'd hit both—gas station and trading post, even strolled through the latter's stalls. Glory's intel was solid, but she was locked on his next drop.
[Glory Shines on Blue Star]: The third type is the junkyard, filled with piles of garbage, but you can scavenge useful materials or food, prompted by the system. The last is the beastman town, where you can see lots of stuff, but it's unclear how to enter.
Her mind churned. Junkyards and beastman towns were new to her, but that last bit? She had a golden ticket—her store employee badge granted beastman town access. Checkmate.
Glory, though… She leaned back, the cart's hum blending with the "50% off" drone. He wasn't a lone wolf. A whole team had to be feeding him data, crunching it into these neat broadcasts. The guy was a mouthpiece for something bigger—Longguo officials, no doubt. That kind of coordination screamed government.
The channel buzzed as more players piled in, new posts shoving Glory's up. One caught her eye, dripping with shade.
[Eat Some Bran]: Like, like! This is a real boss, not like some bosses who hide everything! Truly great! With the boss's info, we can avoid so many detours!
[White Medicine]: Exactly! Calling out certain announced bosses who contribute nothing, just wasting air alive! Got something good and they hide it, scared we'll see it.
Cheng Shuili's jaw tightened. Real subtle. She was the only one with server-wide announcements. This wasn't just shade—it was a neon sign with her name on it.
The channel erupted, a wave of gripes painting her as some greedy grave-robber for not spilling her secrets. Her blood simmered. She'd been patient once, in another life. Not anymore. White Medicine's jab lit a fuse.
Before she could fire back, an ally jumped in.
[Berzhu and Pig Come Hard]: Hold up, bro, let's be real—whether someone shares is none of your business. Sharing's a favor, not a duty. You're out here morally blackmailing?
Solid logic, but too tame. She needed catharsis.
A past-life mentor's words echoed: Spit out the venom, keep your heart clean. Swallow it, and it festers. Time to clean house.
She glanced at the road—handle twisted, occasional chest checks, nothing pressing. White Medicine had picked the wrong day to play tough.
[Crow Takes Flight]: Who're you shading? Got red eyes from missing loot boxes? Instead of farting around here, go drive and find something before you starve. In this hellhole, no one's picking up your stinking corpse.
[White Medicine]: I'm talking about you, what you gonna do about it?
Cheng Shuili sneered, knuckles cracking. This clown had walked into her trap. The system's virtual keyboard flared to life, glowing blue in midair. One hand? No problem. Never doubt a coder's typing speed.
Someone wanted smoke? She'd deliver a masterclass in verbal destruction.
[Crow Takes Flight: I can smell the sour stench of your mouth through the screen. Can't find loot boxes and now you're barking like a mad dog? Did your mom toss the real you and raise the placenta instead?
The channel exploded, spectators flooding in.
[Join the Fray]: Damn! It's a fight!
[Sell Stuff]: Selling grilled sausages, like for a free one!
[Strawberry Hard Candy]: Crow Boss, roast him!
White Medicine, fuming, typed faster.
[White Medicine]: You got a problem, huh? What's wrong with calling you out?
[White Medicine]: What! All you can do is take it, what else you got?
She didn't let him breathe, her next barrage already live.
[Crow Takes Flight]: What, what, what, you little whiner, got any other words? Your ID screams medicine, but you can't even cure your own brain damage? Want me to toss you some bandages to wrap that leaking IQ?
A tidal wave of "hahaha" spam swamped the chat.
[Berzhu and Pig Come Hard]: Boss is too good, and that typing speed—my voice in text!
[Eat Some Bran] piped up: Boss, chill, he's just jealous of your system announcements, jealous of your loot.
Cheng Shuili's eyes flicked to the peacemaker's message, fingers still blazing.
[Crow Takes Flight]: Yo, Bran-eater up there, having fun flip-flopping? Think I can't see through you? You started this mess. You a rag or something, rubbing every dirty spot?
[White Medicine]: Screw you! Got the guts to give your real name? I'll find you for a duel!
The keyboard's blue glow pulsed, her smirk turning vicious. Classic loser move—lose the argument, threaten fists. In reality? All talk, no spine.
She slowed her pace deliberately, each message hitting like a timed jab, three seconds apart:
[Crow Takes Flight]: Duel? With your typing speed?
[Crow Takes Flight: It's been half a minute since I roasted you, and that's all you've got?
[Crow Takes Flight]: Early-onset dementia? Hit up a beastman town ER!
[Crow Takes Flight: Though with your IQ, you'd probably miss the door.
[Crow Takes Flight]: Can't hack it? Die early, stop wasting air.
The final shot echoed his own insult back. Satisfaction coursed through her. White Medicine went silent, no reply even after minutes. Gotcha.
The channel fell eerily quiet, the earlier snipers now mute.
She snorted, tossing a parting shot.
[Crow Takes Flight]: Moron.
[Crow Takes Flight]: Word of advice, folks: think before you speak. Got time to yap? Drive and find loot.
The silence held, her words a guillotine. Smirking at her handiwork, she was about to exit when a private message pinged.
[Glory Shines on Blue Star]: You can register at beastman towns? Have you been inside?
Her eyes gleamed. Couldn't resist, huh? The hospital quip was a hunch—if this game had a clinic, it'd be in a beastman town. But she held cards the officials didn't. Freebies? Not her style. Information was currency.
[Crow Takes Flight]: What's in it for me?
[Glory Shines on Blue Star]: Friend, don't be so narrow-minded. Every piece of info you share could save countless lives.
Cheng Shuili's smirk widened. Nice try, official. Time to negotiate.
Game on.