Chapter 195: Self‑Initiated Instance

For safety, Cheng Shuili still used Insight on the mother.

【Insight activated】

【Name: Humus Mother Nest】

【Origin: A living nest formed by the fusion of hundreds of humus beasts, the ultimate aberration birthed by this scorched land. It is both mother and tomb, continuously birthing and devouring its own offspring, gradually forgetting the meaning of its existence in this endless cycle.】

【Weakness:... you don't need to know its weakness. The mother is the fatal point of all its offspring; if you don't want to die, don't try to attack it. Also, beware its corrosive spray!】

Don't try to attack?

Cheng Shuili raised an eyebrow, glanced at the still writhing, especially disgusting mother, and finally decided to follow the Abyssal Ring's suggestion, silently stepping back a few more steps.

Anyway, those 20 points will keep coming to her on their own, right? She just needs to find a suitable spot near the mother and guard the monster while chopping it.

Four hours later.

Cheng Shuili lifted her arm that was too weak to raise, then glanced at the mother still continuously spawning rotting giants, couldn't help but shiver, and decisively chose to exit the Instance.

Much like when entering an Instance, Cheng Shuili only opened her eyes after the dizziness faded. What came into view was the familiar carriage and Su Rui's back, seated in the driver's seat.

It seemed a few more prompts popped up just now.

Cheng Shuili didn't rush to look; she first went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and swallowed it directly.

Only then could she barely suppress the rising nausea.

She took another small sip, felt a bit better, and then checked the system's pop‑up notification.

【Congratulations player Cheng Shuili, for killing 156 normal monsters! Gained 3120 points! Successfully completed a self‑initiated Hell‑level Instance!】

【This self‑initiated Instance awarded attributes: Strength +1, Agility +3, Stamina +1 (Hell‑level Instance totals five points)】

Oh?

Cheng Shuili couldn't help but voice a question: a self‑initiated Instance actually rewards attribute points!

And there's no explicit limit on the number of times!

Cheng Shuili's eyes flashed; doesn't that mean there's now a stable source of attribute points?

No.

Cheng Shuili frowned, her gaze landing on the word "self‑initiated", meaning only Instances opened with an Instance Opening Card grant attribute point rewards?

Exactly.

Previous Hell‑level Instances didn't have this reward.

But ordinary Instances have ranking rewards!

Cheng Shuili counted on her fingers the known Instances: the first type is the one that opens every disaster, the most ordinary Instance.

However, after this type ends there is a ranking reward; based on recent Number One experience, Cheng Shuili can responsibly say the first place always gets three treasure chests.

The second type is a random Instance, also the first opened this week, but the system says it's because people in their region are lucky; other regions should start seeing random Instances after the Newbie Protection Period ends.

The rewards of this Instance are very meager.

The system has explicitly stated there is no ranking reward, no attribute point reward, only the items obtained within the Instance.

The last type is the self‑initiated Instance she opened today.

Opened with an "Instance Opening Card", after completing it one can receive the rewards obtained inside the Instance, plus a total of five random attribute points.

If Cheng Shuili were to rate them, ordinary Instances are best, followed by self‑initiated Instances.

As for random Instances... Cheng Shuili really doesn't hold them in high regard. The rewards are too few; she'd rather have Su Rui drive a car all day.

Thinking that, Cheng Shuili couldn't help but glance at Su Rui, who was seriously driving in the cockpit.

She seemed to notice Cheng Shuili's gaze and actually turned to look back.

"Back?"

Su Rui raised an eyebrow.

Cheng Shuili nodded, then told her to watch the road and drive carefully, saying she didn't want to die in a car accident.

Su Rui was almost speechless upon hearing that.

A thousand‑year turtle, ten‑thousand‑year turtle—Cheng Shuili is so powerful, she should live ten thousand years even if not a thousand, right?

Su Rui didn't say it, because she realized that even in a spat she couldn't out‑talk Cheng Shuili.

Cheng Shuili lightly noted this haul: 156 portions of nutrient soil, not a single one missing!

Very good.

Cheng Shuili opened her own panel again and saw that Strength was now 53, Stamina had risen to 49, and Agility had reached 51.

Regarding Stamina being the lowest, Cheng Shuili remarked: it's all the Golden Rice Bowl's fault!

Drop rate is too low!

Only Stamina has that separate Golden Rice Bowl increase!

And this is still the lowest stat...

Cheng Shuili covered her head and sighed, truly disappointing herself!

She got up and walked to the workbench; although her arm was still weak, she hadn't forgotten why she did this Instance.

Fortunately, after four hours the watermelon seedling was still alive and well.

Cheng Shuili immediately made a pot, planted the watermelon seedling inside, then placed it in the sunroom and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Done.

Next, she'll wait for the famine to pass and then eat watermelon and strawberries. She lifted her lips, a smile unique to an old farmer flashing across her face.

Tonight's dinner is rice, because Cheng Shuili specifically arranged a meal trade with someone, so Qi Wan Yi specially prepared this easily distributable rice.

Combined with the disposable lunchbox in her car and a bit of plating, it's indistinguishable from the boxed meals sold in hotels of the previous world.

When Cheng Shuili saw the meal, she reacted the same way. She clicked her tongue and handed the untouched food to Yun's nemesis.

After a while, she finally received a reply from Yun's nemesis.

Cloud's Archrival: Wuya Dalao, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? This is the dinner we agreed on, the one you were supposed to trade to me?

How could this be a mistake?

Cheng Shuili directly dispelled her doubts.

Cloud's Archrival glanced again at the neatly arranged meat and vegetables, and the clearly separated grains of rice pressed underneath.

She carefully swallowed her saliva, hesitated for a moment, and finally closed her eyes and gave the items to Mr. Water Dumpling.

Mr. Water Dumpling: So this is the dinner you traded with Wu Ya?

Seeing this sharp‑tongued friend ask like that, Cloud's Archrival couldn't help but raise an eyebrow; an hour ago this person still doubted that Wu Ya would try to fool her with watery porridge.

Now you're getting a slap in the face, huh?

Cloud's Archrival: It was exchanged for your watermelon seedlings. Unfortunately it was only for a single portion; I asked for a double serving, but Wu Ya refused.

Mr. Water Dumpling: With this arrangement, it's odd that the other side would agree, right?

Cloud's Archrival smiled, and just as they were about to say something, they suddenly received a gift from Mr. Water Dumpling. It was a half portion of the meal, with the meat clearly outnumbering the vegetables by a large margin.