Chapter 152: Frivolity

The system truly has no drawbacks that affect the master at all!

But...

Cheng Shuili suddenly furrowed her brows; Su Rui didn't have a single cut on her body. How on earth does the system achieve all this?

Could it be that they are no longer ordinary humans, but merely strings of modifiable data?

So that's why the system can so effortlessly control everything?

Cheng Shuili couldn't help but shiver; the speculation was terrifying, yet it clearly had little to do with who she is now.

She shook her head and sat back cross‑legged on the carpet.

4:30 PM, the Instance closed! All players who didn't open that door were marked as failures and had one thousand Game Coins deducted!

The regional channel suddenly became extremely lively.

"(Image) I guarantee, there's no one poorer than me."

The attached image was a screenshot of his account's Game Coin balance, showing –1000. Good, he had zero Game Coins before the Instance started and then failed.

"Just average, only 800 Game Coins in debt. I earn ten Game Coins a day, so that's just eighty days—only eighty short days! That's a little over two months… a little over two months… a little…"

This poster seemed to be using voice; the tone started off fairly optimistic, then turned heavily tearful.

"I'm in debt to the system for 34 Game Coins. Is there a kind soul who can lend me some? I used to have over nine hundred Game Coins, so my strength is definitely guaranteed. If you help me now, I'll repay you a thousandfold in the future!"

That sounds like a scam; nobody would actually lend him, right?

"I'll lend you, just pay back 100 Game Coins later, I'm not greedy!"

Someone actually lent? Cheng Shuili fixed her gaze on the regional channel, intending to see how this would develop.

Sure enough, just a moment later, the borrower asked in the regional channel: "Why did he block me?"

The regional channel instantly exploded, messages scrolling wildly, almost all mocking with schadenfreude:

"Hahaha, that's hilarious. People still believe this? Bro, are you playing 'Charity Simulator'?"

"(Screenshot) Look at his previous posts! He's been fishing in the regional channel every day; we all recognize him. How could you still be fooled? Hahaha!"

"I testify, the scammer just private‑messaged me saying he's Qin Shi Huang; if you lend him 50 Game Coins he'll make you a Grand General (doge)."

That victim posted another line: "Do any of you have any humanity! I've been scammed down to just my underwear!! You all are laughing at me?"

"Private‑message me, I want to reserve your underwear (cute)."

"Wuwu, stop scolding me, I just transferred 200 to him…"

Cheng Shuili was watching intently when she suddenly heard a voice say, "Lao Da."

She was a bit stunned; aside from Xinxue and a few others, no one would call someone that, so how did it come from inside the vehicle?

Cheng Shuili thought she misheard, and as she tried to glance again at the regional channel, the voice rang out clearly again.

This time Cheng Shuili heard clearly; she turned her head and met Su Rui's gaze.

Su Rui held in her hand the dagger Cheng Shuili had given her.

The scene was rather odd, but a servant wouldn't harm the master. Cheng Shuili didn't trust Su Rui, but she trusted the system's rules, so…

The road merged?

Cheng Shuili immediately stood, carefully moved to the window and saw a dilapidated vehicle parked right in the middle of the road ahead; their own vehicle couldn't pass from any side, which explained why Su Rui had stopped.

After spending a few days together, they had developed a bit of rapport.

Su Rui saw her become alert and realized she already understood what had happened; she couldn't help but think, no wonder she's Number One—without saying a word, Cheng Shuili had already guessed everything.

While she was spacing out for a moment, Cheng Shuili had already lifted a rifle; though her handling was a bit clumsy, having such a heavy weapon made the odds of victory clearly high.

Su Rui hesitated briefly, then asked, "Should I go?"

Cheng Shuili instantly turned her head toward her.

Su Rui didn't avert her gaze, just stating the fact: "If something happens to you, I definitely won't survive either. I'd rather go; the cost‑performance is highest."

Cheng Shuili: "……"

This is a matter of life and death; how could this guy treat it as a cost‑performance issue?

"No need."

Cheng Shuili shook her head coldly, threw on her cloak, pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Su Rui's eyes followed Cheng Shuili as she swaggered out of the vehicle, raised her hand and knocked on the vehicle's door.

Not…

Even if you're a big shot, you're still human; humans die, okay?

Such reckless frivolity… not treating one's own life as a life?

The thought just surfaced, and Su Rui sensed something off; Cheng Shuili wasn't known for being reckless, nor would she willingly die, so her demeanor…

There was only one possibility: she was fearless.

If Cheng Shuili knew what she was thinking, she'd surely remark that she's smarter than Ailin.

But the current Cheng Shuili obviously couldn't care less; the door opened, and a pistol barrel protruded from inside.

Cheng Shuili's expression remained unchanged; after the cloak deflected the bullet, she kicked the door open!

The unlucky person had a bullet embed in his shoulder, right on the side holding the gun.

Cheng Shuili kicked the pistol out, confirmed the person posed no threat, then looked up at the vehicle's interior decorations.

Very poor.

That's her first impression.

Cheng Shuili's gaze swept the empty carriage; aside from three packs of compressed biscuits on the driver's seat, the most valuable thing inside was probably the pistol she had kicked out.

"Boss…" the man, clutching his bleeding shoulder, pale, looked up at her, "I… I just wanted to borrow some supplies…"

Cheng Shuili narrowed her eyes.

The man looked about twenty, gaunt with protruding cheekbones, his worn work pants smeared with oil, like a rain‑soaked stray dog.

Cheng Shuili glanced again inside the vehicle; this person is indeed destitute to death, clearly can't survive—do you want, as the regional channel says, to come here and risk death in a desperate gamble?

Since it's all death anyway, why not gamble once?

"Borrow?" Cheng Shuili snorted, lifting the other's chin with the barrel, "Borrow a gun?"

"I'm for self‑defense! Because the people I met before are all…" The young man suddenly fell silent, staring terrified toward Cheng Shuili's back.

Su Rui, at some point, has been holding a dagger against his femoral artery; the tip has cut his trousers, and the pressed indentation is oozing fine blood droplets.

Cheng Shuili suddenly smelled a whiff of urine.

"Don't kill me! I have information in my vehicle!" The young man, in a breakdown, clutched the tattered leather of the seat, "Really! As long as you spare my life! I'm willing to tell everything I know!"

That's a pretext he's never heard before, but Cheng Shuili is simply not interested.

If he possessed any information that others didn't know, he wouldn't have fallen to this state.