Super Righteous Player
Chapter 554 - 95: Don’t Leave the Husky Home Alone (3K Votes for Monthly Ticket)_1

Chapter 554: Chapter 95: Don’t Leave the Husky Home Alone (3K Votes for Monthly Ticket)_1

Thirteen didn’t expect that he too could experience the life of a gold miner — of course, the miners certainly did not have the kind of treatment where one could simply pick up gold in the mining area without even needing a mining draft.

After that, he followed Dragonwell to the mining area.

The house they lived in was very close to the mining area.

Dragonwell probably had this idea in mind when he bought the house.

It took less than twenty minutes to walk there... and then there was the long, winding descent down the stairs.

Once down at the bottom, he showed his special permit and could then enter after registering his name, wearing a pure gold bracelet with a number on it, and taking a bag and a short-handled pickaxe with him.

— For some reason, Thirteen felt as if he was going to a bathhouse for a scrub.

He didn’t venture too deep and just walked around the entrance to find quite a lot of gold ore.

... It felt like playing a low-difficulty version of Gold Miner.

It was really too easy.

If it was too heavy, he couldn’t bring it back anyway. Once he had picked up enough, he would return to the entrance, hand over the bracelet and pickaxe, and bring back the gold ore.

According to Dragonwell, the special permit only allowed one person to enter. And even they only had one... which was a VIP certification they obtained in exchange for selling a rare cursed item called "Devil’s Blood" to Naifertali.

After all, Niusel couldn’t possibly issue a mining permit to each of them even if he wanted to help. After all, "Secret Eye" was here to purify nightmares, not to dig down to the exploration layers via the underground, which would have distracted from the main task.

But Dragonwell and his group just teleported here to trade "Devil’s Blood," their special product, in exchange for some cursed materials. Then they expressed to Niusel a desire for some "extra economic assistance."

So they obtained a special permit.

By the time they arrived here, they had already accumulated a considerable amount of economy.

But later, they planned to take a trip away, go back to Noah for "stocking up." Meanwhile, they would return to the Royal Capital, to visit Kafney on behalf of Annan, whom they hadn’t seen in a while, and ask if she needed any help; they might stay in the Royal Capital for a while afterward.

But it would be a waste not to use the special permit.

They planned to rent this permit out to Thirteen and his group.

They only wanted a ten percent commission — they could take turns entering the nightmares, wander around the city for leisure, and go gold prospecting. With a good schedule, they could mine for twelve hours a day, continuously transporting gold ore back to the villa.

Once they had saved enough, they could send a message to Dragonwell through the friend system. He would contact the followers of Mr. Radiance to take the gold ore away — after taking a certain percentage of the proceeds, they would return the smelted gold bars, stamped with Mr. Radiance’s seal, back to them.

This was the source of Dragonwell and his group’s startup funds.

After waiting two more hours and finding that no new players had logged in, Dragonwell and his group headed back to their residence.

Thirteen took Husky to Miserolo mining site to familiarize her with the location. The remaining task was to have Husky take Adian there again, and then they could start working.

— It didn’t matter how much gold they could bring back; as long as the special permit wasn’t idle, it was a huge profit.

More efforts should be focused on leveling up.

That would be what Dragonwell referred to as the "nightmare."

While waiting for Husky to return from inside the Miserolo mining site, Thirteen had already finished scanning the must-see posts.

After that, he used the search function built into the Frostwater Harbor forum, searched a few times using terms he didn’t quite understand, and conducted further in-depth searches on things he didn’t understand in the results, quickly gathering information.

He quickly confirmed that the main way to level up in this world was to clear dungeons... or rather, to purify nightmares.

The "dungeons" in this world were not the kind that one could repeatedly grind. Instead, they were memory fragments related to and distorted from a certain memory of a deceased Transcendent.

The players’ talent to remain lucid in nightmares, quickly purify them, and the fact that dying in nightmares didn’t affect them much, along with the erosion clearing mechanism, was the foundation of the "Secret Eye" gradually gaining influence in the Underworld.

I level up, you’re happy. In a way, that’s what a hero is.

However, Thirteen continued searching cautiously, finding posts left by players when they were discussing nightmare strategies. He traced the posts according to their publication date and found a few "classic broadcasts" that were highly rated and controversial.

He hadn’t had time to watch them yet, but he’d saved them already — after all, he could view the forum from the real world.

The time spent in this world seemed to count only as sleep.

Playing this "game" would not only be not exhausting, but it would keep one’s body in the same condition as before entering this world; with just four to five hours, one could maintain vitality for the whole day.

— This was undoubtedly a good thing.

His job was busy. Moreover, he ran a company and supported many people, unlike Lin Yiyi, a personal uploader, who could just stop whenever she wanted.

He not only had to work but also maintain the quality of his work.

Since he could enter this "game" at night, it meant he could go online every day. It was also perfect for forcing himself to sleep when he was suffering from insomnia... undoubtedly a great time-saver.

Thirteen wondered whether he could bring the company’s paperwork into this world.

— That could allow him to work overtime in his dreams.

He might even be able to mine in his dreams...

After escorting Husky back, Thirteen logged off the game directly.

On one hand, he wanted to conduct an experiment personally to confirm whether the "game" truly allowed one to log off; on the other hand, he wanted to move his body back to the bed.

He still remembered that he was supposed to be lying in the computer chair.

No matter how high the sleep quality was, waking up with a crick in the neck would still be painful the next day.

Wasn’t it far more comfortable to lie in bed, pop open a few bottles of cold beer, order a bucket of fried chicken, and slowly watch the broadcasts, rather than lying on a wooden bed, breathing in an unpleasant, irritating smell while watching?

"... My weight’s going to increase again, huh."

Thirteen Fragrances lay comfortably in bed, opening the food delivery app while murmuring to himself.

It was now 11 o’clock at night.

The passage of time seemed to be one to one.

With that in mind, he planned to have another round of skewers—returning to the game around three or four in the morning. After all, it seemed like the Underworld didn’t have any distinction between day and night.

As for his weight—Thirteen Fragrances never really cared about it.

Life becomes much easier when you’re not planning to find a wife.

Husky had once said something on a show.

It was that there is no such thing as groundless hate, nor is there such a thing as groundless weight gain.

Thirteen Fragrances was very clear about where his fat came from...

But he just couldn’t control his eating!

...Thinking this way.

"Seems like eating, drinking, and having fun in the misty continent isn’t too bad?"

Thirteen Fragrances fell into thought: "After all, getting too fat is not good for the health..."

Speaking of which, had he forgotten something?

On the other side.

Husky and her companion, panting, carried bags filled with gold back to the surface.

"So, so heavy—"

Husky cried out.

Next to her, A Dian grumbled dissatisfiedly, "Who told you to take so much! It would be the same to take more next time."

Husky had taken way too much gold, already twice the amount Thirteen Fragrances had taken. It was torture climbing the stairs with it—it wasn’t just about carrying it anymore, but needing one person to pull from the front and another to push from the back.

A Dian was originally just coming to learn the way but was unexpectedly dragged into helping.

After her initial awe of her senior had faded... or rather, Husky’s name-sake cheerfulness made it impossible for A Dian to stay serious.

"Because the gold is just there!"

Husky was completely deflated: "So heavy... Maybe you could help me carry it, A Dian?

"Anyway, Thirteen Fragrances won’t be coming up for a while, I guess he’s definitely gone offline for a late-night snack. When we get back, how about... we secretly take some?"

As she spoke, she suddenly perked up: "Hey? If we do this, if we do this—we’ve taken a lot, right? Let’s pretend we went twice... one round each, and then we both only take about sixty percent of the gold Thirteen Fragrances got. That way, we can rest for a while!"

"...Sounds feasible."

Upon hearing this, A Dian hesitated slightly: "But is it okay to do this...?"

"What’s wrong with it, just pretend we went two rounds! Then we brought it back once, which means we can skip a round-trip. It’s a decision worthy of a sage no matter how you look at it!"

Husky said with sparkling eyes.

"...Pfft."

A female’s voice trying to suppress a chuckle came from the side.

Husky, without any hesitation, turned her head curiously to size up the newcomer. A Dian, somewhat shy, covered her face, her head hung low as she pulled the bag and moved forward in silence.

"Huh?"

Husky let out a light gasp.

The Underworld residents she had seen on the road all had either dark or snow-white skin, with their pupils shining brightly, like two light bulbs.

But among the two people who came from behind her, one indeed looked like that... She had fiery hair and bright eyes, a dignified air about her, like an adult version of Shana.

However, the other person had black hair and eyes, with deep features. Looking like an Italian, not only was his skin color natural, his pupils didn’t have the same glow.

—Just like the players.

An overworlder?

That thought quickly crossed Husky’s mind.

She then came up with a peculiar assumption: If an overworlder appeared in a gold mine area, not dressed for a fight to the death, they must be an important figure!

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

She asked without hesitation.

Staring at the man with unwavering green pupils—though it was her first time using a girl’s body—she naturally showed a cute and obedient smile: "Mister?"

—Big brother, can you give me a task?

That was her unspoken subtext.

And the man opposite her also gave a light cough, his expression somewhat strange: "Of course. If you want work, I can give you a job that involves twelve hours of work each day.

"But let’s find a place to talk about the details... Husky."

"...Huh?"

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