This was just a small auction, with the settlement currency being white coins. There were no truly rare or high-quality items, so most of the attendees were lower-ranked players. The appearance of Saman and Nian Tianxi was already a pleasant surprise, and it wasn't unexpected that there were no other higher-ranked individuals present.
This led to a peculiar situation—because some guests were absent, the first three rows became the exclusive domain of these three individuals. All the other guests couldn't help but stare at them.
"That must be Nian Tianxi, right?"
"Yes, and Saman too."
Who is in the middle?
Listening to the whispers behind him, Ren Yifei felt sleepy: How boring, I'd rather sit in the yard and watch the colorful fish swimming in the sky.
The rest of the process was quite uneventful, just a regular auction. There was no bidding war or aggressive bidding; making money in the desolate corner is hard, and there are no rich kids who can squander their wealth at will.
Everyone just bids based on what seems useful, basically raising their bids. If the price is within their budget, they bid; if it's outside their budget, they back off.
Ren Yifei bid 8,000 white coins for a low-level skill upgrade card. When he bid 6,000, only one person remained, and when he bid 8,000, only he remained.
Because these cards can only upgrade skills with a rating of E, most people won't upgrade skills that low. Skill upgrade cards with a rating of D or higher are much rarer and are often highly sought after.
Once his goal was achieved, Ren Yifei went into "passerby mode" mode, not even glancing at what was being shouted on stage.
Samantha didn't have anything he wanted to photograph, nothing that caught his eye, so in the end he only photographed a lapel pin to commemorate the trip.
Nian Tianxi next door didn't take any pictures. He frowned and didn't say a word the whole time. I don't know why he came.
Because these three were seated closest to the auction stage, they were completely out of it the entire time, and the auctioneer on stage felt his enthusiasm being extinguished.
"Shall I take you back?" Saman offered enthusiastically.
"I know the way." Ren Yifei said coldly: If you don't know the way, you refuse.
After the auction, the organizers had other projects planned, but neither Saman nor Ren Yifei were interested. They took their items and prepared to leave.
"hooligan."
"Hiss!" Ren Yifei paused, about to say, "We're not close, don't be so intimate." But then Nian Tianxi walked by, accompanied by a group of people, all trying to curry favor with him.
Ren Yifei immediately shut his mouth and moved slightly closer to Saman, to a distance of less than half a meter.
Nian Tianxi stopped, seemingly curious about his elegant lover, Saman. Just as he was about to get a closer look, Saman stepped in front of Ren Yifei, a forced smile on her face: "What is it?" Her expression clearly showed her displeasure at being interrupted in their romance.
This disdainful look made Nian Tianxi, who was usually very popular, choke. Suddenly, he couldn't remember why he was paying attention to this strange man. He was clearly not interested in men, no matter how handsome they were.
Nian Tianxi glanced at Ren Yifei, who was being protected so closely, and smiled, "I hope you still have the strength to protect your lover in the future."
This is a sarcastic remark that Saman will achieve nothing without Hong En.
"You'd better sort yourself out first, lest you accidentally become the old guard," Saman retorted sarcastically. The reigning champion of the disguise style is about to be usurped, and he's already so anxious he's running around everywhere?
Actually, Nian Tianxi doesn't need to be in such a hurry, because Ren Yifei prefers to do things alone and doesn't like to cooperate with others, so Nian Tianxi's high-level market is still there.
But how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?
Ren Yifei did not regard Nian Tianxi as an enemy, but Nian Tianxi was afraid that someone would steal his business.
Nian Tianxi, his sore spot touched, turned cold and stormed off. The remaining people exchanged glances, and after a moment's thought, decided that Nian Tianxi was more valuable, so they followed him. Saman and Ren Yifei were once again separated.
They reached the shore, Ren Yifei showed the invitation card, and then boarded the boat.
"Wait a minute," Saman squeezed through, stopping half a meter away, "Use and then throw away?"
There were other people on the boat, so Ren Yifei didn't kick him overboard. He just smiled and asked, "Weren't you afraid of getting in my way?"
"It doesn't matter," Saman leaned closer. "If you find it easy to use, you can use it a few more times."
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Ren Yifei: "..." You're actually having fun being a tool?
There was only one lamp on the boat, and the dim light created an ambiguous atmosphere. Saman simply looked quietly at Ren Yifei's face, with an unconscious smile on his lips.
Although Ren Yifei was used to being stared at, his direct gaze was still hard to ignore, so he couldn't help but turn his head and ask with a smile, "Is it pretty?"
"Beautiful," Samantha blurted out, far exceeding his expectations.
"I think so too." Ren Yifei nodded, his words instantly ruining the romantic atmosphere, and Saman chuckled.
Seeing that Ren Yifei didn't seem too opposed, Saman sat closer and tried to make conversation: "Are you cold?"
Saman himself was dressed in a light coat to look good, looking very elegant, but now he was asking Ren Yifei, who was bundled up in thick clothes, if he was cold.
Looking at his subconscious attempts to show off his charm and his soft, gentle voice, Ren Yifei would be a fool if he still couldn't tell that this person was fawning over him like a peacock displaying its tail feathers.
What a scoundrel, lusting after a beautiful woman.
It smells so good, it makes him want a midnight snack. But even the most delicious dessert doesn't have such a perfect aroma. Add a touch of woody scent, and it's even...
Ren Yifei patted his forehead: Others are captivated by beauty, he is seduced by fragrance, they are equally bad, not good, not good.
In no time at all, the two had reached the other side. Ren Yifei stood up and left, with Saman following closely behind. Ren Yifei immediately recalled Saman's lewd remarks about being "never leaving" him in the previous instance.
"Saman, I like people who can separate public and private matters. Cooperation is cooperation, and it's better not to mix personal feelings into it."
"Lin Guanyue." Saman emphasized, "What 'Saman'? That's how you address someone you only call him in a normal relationship. Could they be in a normal relationship?"
Is this shameless thuggishness his true nature? Ren Yifei recalled the online comments about Saman: a refined scoundrel and gang leader.
Moreover, this person has secretly gathered a group of people to reform the rules of the game in the Wasteland Corner—developing a virtual dungeon game. Just how many masks does this person wear?
"Saman," Ren Yifei still called him, "I've remembered the favor I received at the auction." He had already summoned Feisuo; his task for the day was complete, and there was no need for him to stay.
"Ah Fei," Saman called out to him.
"Hmm?"
"Be careful in the next instance. If you need anything from me, feel free to contact me; consider it for future cooperation."
Upon hearing this, Ren Yifei recalled something: "Indeed, there is something."
"What's up?"
"Wish me luck, like this: I hope Afei will get a golden legendary item when he opens the treasure box," Ren Yifei said earnestly.
Dessert enthusiasts are this lucky, they're definitely more effective than lucky charms.
Sa Ouhuang Man: ...
"Cough, I hope Afei will get a golden legendary item when he opens the treasure box." Saman looked at his expectant look and felt restless, for some reason wanting to give him a squeeze.
"Hmm." Ren Yifei nodded, and having received the blessing, he turned to leave, ruthlessly pulling away.
"Wait a minute," Samantha asked a question that had been puzzling him for a long time, "Why were you able to recognize me?" There were plenty of people looking for the Black Rabbit, but he was able to recognize him. Why was that?
"Guess?" Ren Yifei said before getting into the shuttle.
The shuttle came and went quickly; in the blink of an eye, no one was in front of Saman.
"I guess?" He didn't have the same acting baggage as Ren Yifei, and didn't care at all about being recognized. He was just wondering what kind of characteristic made A-Fei remember him.
He can turn this feature around and amplify it tenfold.
Back in the treehouse, the first thing Saman did was open his contacts. The name 'Afei' was grayed out—it had been grayed out no matter when he looked at it these past two days.
Has Afei gone back? What is he doing now? Is he sleeping?
When Saman returned, he paced back and forth in the treehouse, which puzzled even the usually silent guiding spirit: "Does the player have fleas on him?"
Samantha ignored it, but after a while he calmed down and asked the system, "Am I particularly vulgar?" Utterly vulgar?
Originally, it was just an appreciation and a desire to possess beautiful things. But after just one glance, seeing that the person had long legs, a slim waist, and was good-looking, it immediately escalated to the point where one wanted to take them home and raise them.
"You're only just realizing this?" The guiding spirit was quite surprised. After all this time, has the host finally learned to look in the mirror?
Saman: ...
He then remembered that Afei had taken a picture of a skill upgrade card today. Was he preparing for a high-end dungeon?
Having just gotten used to mid-level dungeons, he was immediately pulled into high-level matches. Even if he was confident in himself, he must have been frustrated at first. He lacked skills, items, and even a proper understanding of the rules.
Samantha opened his personal inventory page, and the thirteen-page catalog revealed his wealth.
"Suitable for high-level games..."
"Ding-dong, you have received a mysterious gift from your friend Saman. Ding-dong, you have received a mysterious gift from your friend Saman..."
Saman delivered three packages and a document. The document contained information he had compiled about high-end dungeons, while the packages held gifts. Ren Yifei curiously opened them and found "Human Skin Mask," "Magic Cards," and "Peeping," all rare and high-level items.
"Is he showing off his wealth?" he couldn't help but joke, and then carefully examined the attributes of the three items with great interest.
The first item is suitable for disguise, the second item can be used in conjunction with illusion magic, and the third item is used for gathering information. It can be said that they were all specially chosen for him.
Entering a high-end dungeon allows you to bring three skills, three items, and two ghost cards. Saman's purpose in sending three such desirable items is quite obvious.
"They're suddenly giving me all this; they're trying to defeat me with sugar-coated bullets."
Without much hesitation, he returned all the gifts and replied, "Thank you."
The invitation card is acceptable, but these valuables are not; there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Ren Yifei finally began to take high-level games seriously.
The fact that a dessert-loving player would solemnly send over high-level items indicates a fundamental difference between high-level and mid-level matches. This difference is so significant that he couldn't help but worry about himself making a mistake.
Or perhaps he was reminding him of the complex situation that the next conflict would again involve multiple factions.
Ren Yifei glanced at the video page online, and sure enough, the video of "Spring Banquet" was suppressed once again. This time, those people seemed to have reached a consensus and would no longer deliberately smear it; their chosen method was to suppress the topic's popularity.
It's clearly a welfare dungeon for a 100-person group, and it's bound to generate buzz if you talk about it, but after being uploaded for a day, it hasn't even gotten 3,000 views.
If other forums happen to mention "Spring Banquet," the topic will quickly veer off course and sink. Most players don't know about "Spring Banquet," so they won't pay much attention to it.
Ren Yifei didn't care about those people's situation; he glanced at it and then closed the window.
He took out the skill upgrade card he bought with 8,000 white coins. This was a low-level upgrade card, which could only upgrade E-level skills to D-level. Higher-level cards wouldn't appear on the market; they were only exchanged privately through barter.
This is why players are keen to form factions—it's easier to obtain those rare items.
Skill upgrade.
Skill: Master of Human Body Outlining
Skill Activation: Passive skill, increases the failure rate of your ranged attacks by 5%.
Limitations: Applicable to any type of copy.
Rating: D (You treat me with an S-level, I will repay you with an S-level.)
Ren Yifei: "..." Does this skill rating mean they want him to continue leveling up?
It's increased to 5%, which is fine.
Next was the matter of opening the silver treasure chest. He decided to do it before the day ended, lest his good luck dissipate. Ren Yifei indeed opened the silver treasure chest, only to find two skill scrolls flying out, leaving him slightly disappointed.
"Is it because the dessert players aren't lucky enough?" Ren Yifei casually opened two skill scrolls.
Skill: Medusa's Eye.
Skill activation: Within a three-meter radius, control a human staring directly into your eyes, rendering them immobile for ten seconds. Limited to three uses per instance.
Restrictions: Applicable to monster, fantasy, and supernatural dungeons.
Rating: C (Look me in the eyes and say you love me, or I'll turn you to stone.)
Skill: Bomb Maniac.
Skill Activation: Upon contact with a human, a micro-bomb can be implanted into the target's body every second. The bomb will explode after five seconds. A maximum of ten bombs can be implanted per instance.
Limitations: Applicable to any copy.
Rating: B (Explosion is an art form.)
Ren Yifei was dumbfounded. He looked at his hands and said, "The lucky one really is." From then on, he saved the money he would have spent on buying koi fish.
The guiding spirit shed a bucket of tears for its host: It wasn't easy, the host finally found a reward worthy of its achievements!
Saman, on the other end, received the returned item without any surprise. Hopefully, the little rabbit has understood his warning—the next match will be even more troublesome than a typical high-level game, because of human intervention.
As for what happens online, there's no need to worry.
Unlike the outside world, the people in the desolate corner admire strength above all else. So any suppression or scandals will vanish as long as "Black Rabbit" achieves a grand slam in a high-level match.
If he's strong enough, even a psychopathic killer would have a lot of people chasing after him; right now it's just delusions.
He entered the ranks of high-level players in just five games, without a single loss. Who else can compare?
The slander and defamation of the past will become stepping stones beneath his throne, helping him rise higher and higher.
He might even become a symbol, an emblem, immortal and invincible.
Those people probably don't understand that some people are just born unable to be suppressed; the harder you suppress them, the stronger the backlash will be.
The Black Rabbit's history had barely surfaced on the second day when the beautiful Spring Rain Pavilion was blown to smithereens, a group of naked players ran out, and then a lot of dirt on the big shots was exposed, with Nian Tianxi suffering the most severe losses.
It is said that he was furious and wanted to catch the person who exposed his dirty secrets, but the video still spread, and no amount of anger could help.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, no one cared about the newcomer, Black Rabbit: "Who is Black Rabbit? I don't know him."
"..."
"Player, are you alright?"
Ren Yifei was resting his head on his hand, looking back at the 'Black Rabbit's' past.
"I seem to have become the target of everyone's criticism." Ren Yifei turned his head to look at the window, where his reflection was visible.
"Just because they came in earlier than me, do they think they can defeat me with their rich experience of failure?"
"With enough status and power, one can manipulate other people's lives at will. It's really…unpleasant." He looked at his reflection, and the reflection looked back at him.
If power and status allow people to do whatever they want, why can't that person be him?
In the reflection, Ren Yifei revealed a wicked smile.
"Give up, I won't let you out," Ren Yifei said coldly.
White-haired Ghost: ...
Author's Note: Saman: How can I make him remember me?
Afei: He's truly a lucky guy!
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Bai Afei (emotion
ally agitated): I'm not happy! Let me out, I'll kill him!
Hei Afei (calm and collected): Keep acting.