Chapter 485: Another Week of Meetings

This message was like cold water dropped into a hot oil pan, and the moment it was sent, it received countless replies.

All kinds of things were said, but the refresh speed was too fast; Qin Wen couldn't even see what they were saying. But thinking that a single sentence from her could make these ** so furious, Qin Wen felt she had scored big!

She hadn't even reacted when Cheng Shuili's next message, full of attack power, arrived.

Qin Wen blinked her eyes, deciding to peacefully do her duty as a qualified output machine.

So…

The situation in the channel was a bit strange.

Clearly a group was besieging one person, yet everyone involved felt a strange sense of helplessness.

Qing Qing's kiss not only precisely greeted their ancestors eighteen generations back, but also made the reasoning crystal clear.

No matter whether they tried to condemn from a moral standpoint or question from a logical one, Qin Wen could counter with something sharper and more forceful.

Every word pierces the heart; every sentence draws blood.

What's even more frustrating is that although her words are harsh, they happen to be in the right.

As long as one doesn't have a brain problem, everyone can hear her meaning clearly.

Once a person realizes they are being unreasonable and stubborn, it's hard to then righteously stand up and accuse others.

Thus, while the channel was being turned upside down by Qin Wen, the previously one-sided wave of doubt was forcibly torn open a gap.

Some players who had been silent began to speak up; although they didn't necessarily fully support Qin Wen, at least the channel's voices were no longer so uniform.

"What Qing Qing's kiss said, although harsh, seems… to make some sense."

"She and Wu Ya saved people—that's a fact. To doubt them just because not enough people were saved is… well, saying something harsh, are you guys brain‑sick?"

"Are we too easily led? Besides… our purpose isn't to blame the system, so how did it turn into condemning Wu Ya and Qin Wen?"

"Because they're traitors!"

"They're traitors? Have you ever seen a traitor save people? You love stirring things up so much—I'd say you're the traitor!"

"System matters belong to the system; now clinging to those who saved people and not letting go really isn't right…"

Although only a few spoke up for them, for Qin Wen it was already quite good.

Her pent‑up anger, just like that, followed Wu Ya's incoming message and was released together!

This is truly a win‑win!

Even if the wind shifted, Qin Wen didn't stop outputting; Wu Ya's output not only had high quality but also strong attack power, and it didn't contain any dirty words.

Each time Qin Wen replied, she only said one sentence: "You're practically my mouthpiece, Wu Ya Dalao!"

When the battle was in full swing, the summary of this instance finally began.

Rewards hadn't been issued yet, but the compensation—this special rest‑day meal—was sent out first.

At that moment, the number of people facing off against Qin Wen dropped by eighty percent.

They also seemed to notice that their "comrades" around them had dwindled, and many people in the channel asked:

"What's going on? Where are the people?"

They were still mouthing lofty, empty words like "humanity," "unity," and "rooting out traitors."

Those who were no longer facing off against Qin Wen weren't even pretending anymore:

"Did you eat the special rest‑day food? What is yours?"

"Damn! This is too fragrant!"

"I fell in love at the first bite! Last rest day, someone in our area used a Special Dungeon Opening Card—we missed this meal entirely!"

"Buddy, we're definitely from the same zone—if I'd known this was so delicious, back when I cursed Ge Wudi I would have cursed him even harder!"

"Back then, if Wu Ya Dalao hadn't taken care of that person, I really wouldn't have had any way to deal with him. Wu Ya Dalao really helped everyone in our zone let out a foul breath!"

"No wonder—I said back then that Wu Ya Dalao must be a good person, and now she's saved over a thousand more, truly a good person. When I first entered this world I was in the same zone as Wu Ya Dalao; I've watched her grow bit by bit, really—saying Wu Ya Dalao is a traitor, I'm the first to object!"

"And Qin Wen! Our Qin Wen isn't from Black Feather at all! Our Qin Wen is the strongest lone wolf! She's the best person!"

"Qing Qing Dalao really knows how to scold. Although this matter has nothing to do with me, seeing Qing Qing Dalao's remarks also made me vent a foul breath."

"Before, Wu Ya Dalao would also go live on the channel directly; now that she's become Black Feather's Lao Da, she's become much more composed. I really miss Wu Ya Dalao's earlier performance."

"Come to think of it… Qing Qing Dalao's words really sound like something Wu Ya Dalao would say; that's probably why they team up. Together they've saved over a thousand lives… Good heavens! What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with!"

"What exactly is your special rest‑day food? Are ours the same?"

"Mine is braised pork! Fatty but not greasy, melts in the mouth! It's hard to imagine this is actually a system‑compensated meal."

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall… I've never eaten anything this fresh in my life!"

"A Manchu‑Han imperial feast level roast duck, sliced thin as a cicada's wing…"

"Don't say more—I'm drooling, I need to focus on eating my own."

"Eat, eat, heaven and earth are big, eating is biggest. If there's anything, wait till I finish this imperial‑grade compensation meal before we talk!"

"No wonder it's something exchanged for 340,000 lives…"

"Saying something outrageous, I already feel it's a bit worth it—after all, the dead aren't my father."

Qin Wen saw that sentence.

I originally thought the person who said that would follow the same path as the player who died over a single sentence, but I didn't expect that after that sentence came a few echoes of agreement.

How ironic…

Qin Wen fell silent, and on the private chat page, Wu Ya stopped sending messages.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth; dissatisfaction and anger were gone.

Qin Wen could only feel a sudden surge of absurdity, and a chill that seeped into her marrow.

She closed the channel, and also closed the private chat window with Wu Ya.

Inside the vehicle, everything fell utterly silent, leaving only her own steady yet somewhat heavy breathing.

Because "the dead aren't my father."

So one can casually say, "It's somewhat worth it."

Those 340,000 lost lives were thus easily offset by a bowl of delicious food, a sentence of relief.

In some people's eyes, all the deceased lives become weights, used to measure whether this meal is worth it.

Qin Wen suddenly felt utterly exhausted, not physically, but a weariness rising from the heart, a fatigue toward the whole situation and toward human nature.

She relaxed her strength, and her straight spine finally leaned against the back of the chair.

"Boring." she said softly, not knowing who she was saying it to.

Qin Wen turned her head, gazing at the thick darkness outside the window that seemed impossible to disperse.

It grew dark; tomorrow is Sunday, the day after… another new week.