Chapter 67: Team Nightmare-Level Dungeon Clue (Request Follows!)

Approximately thirty minutes later.

Wu Wang’s forehead veins bulged.

The virtual shopkeeper was drenched in sweat.

“Bro, hold on a second—you’re haggling, right? Aren’t you here to haggle?”

Finally, the virtual shopkeeper cracked.

The other side hadn’t uttered a single word about price—only pure personal attacks, with vocabulary so rich it nearly fried my CPU.

An adult’s breakdown begins with “Forget it.”

A computer’s breakdown begins with “Can’t compute.”

“Oh, so you have to insult me into submission before haggling? Let’s keep going—where were we?” Wu Wang frowned, recalling: “It was about whether your virtual diode gets hard and hot from interacting with your 2D wife.”

“Stop! Stop! Stop! I don’t wanna argue with some level-6 trash anymore—goodbye! Wait, no… never again!”

The virtual shopkeeper vanished on the spot, face dark, leaving Wu Wang utterly bewildered.

So your legendary unbeatable haggling streak was just running away when you couldn’t insult back?

So what if I’m level 6? You look down on levels, huh? Let me show you something thick and huge!

Wu Wang directly clicked [Switch Account].

[Yan Shuangying #00000]

[Player Level: ???]

Wu Wang had noticed this from the start.

The account created by Yuan Shen shared most functions—like the daily shop—with his own account, and the level didn’t grant attribute points; it was basically useless except for looking mysterious.

That’s why he called it a parasitic beast.

Maybe because it was newly created, he guessed that when Yuan Shen’s mark next fused and evolved, this account would become more independent.

But regardless, those three question marks for level were still terrifying!

Daily Shop — [Haggle]!

The virtual shopkeeper’s figure reappeared.

He was ready to see which unlucky fool dared haggle while he was still seething—this time, he’d vent all his pent-up rage!

But the surroundings grew increasingly familiar.

Even the smirking boy in front of him was unmistakably familiar.

“Shit! How the hell is it you again? I’m not dealing with some level-6 trash—”

Before he finished speaking, the virtual shopkeeper froze.

He realized the opponent’s level wasn’t level 6 anymore.

It was three question marks he couldn’t read, wrapped in a strange crimson hue.

“What the hell is this?”

The virtual shopkeeper reached out and poked the level display beside the player ID—visible only to him.

He knew he was virtual and couldn’t physically touch anything.

He was just curious.

But the next second, the strange crimson wrapping around the account ID and panel began to flow!

In a flash, it spread along the intangible virtual projection onto the shopkeeper’s hand, turning his originally pale blue digital avatar into a vivid, eerie red.

Like a digital virus.

A similarly virtual red tentacle crawled out from the ground—thick as a water barrel and stretching several meters long!

The virtual shopkeeper was instantly bound.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

The shopkeeper was paralyzed, nearly losing the ability to speak, only screaming “Holy shit!” over and over.

Wu Wang also froze.

Yuan Shen, are you being too much?

Just sticking tentacles through the screen to bind a 2D character is kinda weird!

What kind of weird bondage play is this?

At least pick a woman! That bald head tied up is giving me eye strain!

Thinking this, he also reached out his hand.

Tap—

Wu Wang’s hand rested on the virtual shopkeeper’s shoulder.

He, bearing the ID [Yan Shuangying], had also touched the virtual shopkeeper!

The next second, he smiled.

Gently and amiably patting the virtual shopkeeper’s shoulder, he said: “You insulted the abbot and think you can just walk away? Here are your two choices: either discount the item, or I break your bones. Fair enough? Pick fast.”

No sooner had he finished than the tentacles tightened violently.

The virtual shopkeeper felt his waist might snap.

He frantically pounded the tentacle, gasping: “Discount! Discount! Discount! Give me the highest discount! Make this thing let go of me!”

[3000] — [1500]

The price beneath the sword sheath equipment instantly halved; Wu Wang’s expression grew friendlier, yet he still didn’t loosen his grip.

He kept smiling at the virtual shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was about to break.

He panted, stuttering curses: “This… is really… the highest discount… if you drop it further, I’ll get fired… I swear…”

How the hell can someone hit you through a digital screen?! Is there no justice in this world?!

Seeing he was truly on the verge of collapse,

Wu Wang concluded there was no more room to lower the price.

He finally clicked [Switch Account].

Instantly, the eerie red and tentacles vanished from the entire room.

The virtual shopkeeper collapsed onto his knees.

His face turned purple, like a liver.

Before the bastard could change his mind, Wu Wang swiftly clicked [Purchase].

His inventory’s curse coins instantly dropped to 500.

Simultaneously, a uniquely shaped, slightly wider sword sheath appeared quietly in his inventory.

Full payment secured!

“You fucking… I’m gonna…”

The virtual shopkeeper was about to threaten, when he saw Wu Wang expressionlessly switch his ID from [Wei Wang Ren] to [Yan Shuangying].

His flushed face instantly turned ashen.

He vanished on the spot, returning to the daily shop panel of the Spiritual Disaster Game.

He never wanted to see this guy again.

Didi-di—

Before Wu Wang could pull out the sword sheath to test its effect, his friend list began flashing with notifications.

And not just one.

[Wei Wang Ren] account: Baili Dao was looking for him; [Yan Shuangying] account: Xiezhi was looking for him.

First, he opened Baili Dao’s message—

The other seemed excited: “Holy shit! Wang Xiao! You’re fucking legendary! You actually haggled successfully in the daily shop?!”

“Huh? How do you know?”

Wu Wang was stunned.

How did Baili Dao know right after he interacted with the virtual shopkeeper?

Did you install a spy on me?

The next second, Baili Dao opened his personal panel’s daily shop section and sent it to Wu Wang via friend list.

In bold, oversized Chinese Songti font—second only in size to the words [Daily Shop]—two announcements were displayed prominently:

[Congratulations, player Wei Wang Ren #9527! You’ve successfully haggled! You’re the first Word King of this shop!]

[This achievement grants permanent 10% discount on all purchases!]

The ID [Yan Shuangying] wasn’t displayed because the purchase was made using the [Wei Wang Ren] account, so the system defaulted to the latter as the successful haggler.

“Bro, awesome! The forum on the app is exploding—everyone wants to know how you did it! This is unprecedented!” Baili Dao exclaimed excitedly.

No other reason—he’d tried haggling before.

And got publicly humiliated on the daily shop notice board for a full 24 hours.

For a whole month after, every colleague at work laughed at him—today, Wang Xiao had finally avenged that humiliation!

Holy shit! So damn satisfying!

“Oh, just insult him into submission—it’s easy. If you can’t do it, it’s your problem, not mine.”

Wu Wang spoke with an unnatural expression.

Because he noticed that beneath the notice,

the [Haggle] option had changed.

The shopkeeper has gained profound insight into linguistic tactics and is currently optimizing and upgrading—stay tuned!

Dammit! Could this guy have spent all that time cursing just to absorb my verbal therapy and now plans to upgrade his insults to retaliate against other players?

The thought of other players being targeted by his own verbal therapy made Wu Wang feel helpless.

It’s not my fault—you guys chose to haggle on your own; no one forced you.

Then he opened the Xiezhi’s chat window.

The message inside left Wu Wang stunned.

“Brother Yan, good news has arrived.”

“One of my subordinates just matched into a Nightmare-level team dungeon—the entry time is two days from now. Could you come to Mingyang City in the next two days to discuss the specific entry requirements?”

“I also have a humble request: if it doesn’t endanger your own safety, could you please try to save my unworthy subordinate? His family is waiting for him to return. I will personally compensate you with suitable items and equipment—I’ll owe you a favor, Xiezhi.”

“The dungeon’s name is—【Masked Ball】!”