The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers
Chapter 50 - 050 Little Cutie... he’s Spicy Eye.

Chapter 50: 050 Little Cutie... he’s Spicy Eye.

Ji You got the shock of her life.

One zero?

Two zeros?

How many were there?

A preliminary estimate - surely it must be several million messages, if not more?

How—

How could it be so outrageous?

Besides, while she was checking, the messages kept coming in without pause.

Ji You patted her chest, telling herself that her email must have been targeted by spam software, which is why she received so many messages at once. Comforting herself with this thought, Ji You braced herself once more and randomly opened an email.

[Dear Soul Artifact Master:

First of all, please accept my sincerest greetings... To me, you are like a gust of wind that dashes by, instantly making my heart flutter like a startled deer...]

What the heck?

Is this spam again, following the same script as last time?

Soul Artifact Master? Where on earth is she a Soul Artifact Master? Ji You is well aware of what a Soul Artifact Master is, and she knows herself well, let alone being a Soul Artifact Master, she doesn’t even have the slightest interest in Soul Devices.

With a sceptical face, Ji You continued reading and found that the entire email was full of flattery and nonsense, none of it with any substance.

And—

What kind of bizarre adjectives are these? A dashing gale?

Get lost.

Excuse my departure—

Ji You casually closed it.

Then she opened another one.

[Ahhhh... Master! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! I am your little treasure...]

Little treasure?

Sorry, I don’t have such a big treasure.

Goodbye—

Ji You commented internally, frowning and opening another email.

[Master, you have a big heart, and yes, you also have a Little Cutie. Indeed, I am your Little Cutie... Below the brief text, there was a full-body photo of a girl, chest out, eyes glaring, lips pouted...]

Ji You’s brow twitched:

I’m sorry.

You’ve got the wrong person.

I’m female.

Interested in men.

Really... really not who you’re looking for.

...

Trying to steady her shaking hand, Ji You mustered up the courage to open another email:

[Exclusive private photos oh, promise me oh, only you can see them oh, you must look at them secretly oh... If you are satisfied, you must call me right away oh, I’ll obediently take an airship and deliver them to you personally oh, sending Master a little heart oh...]

Oh—

Oh, come on, give me a break!

Oh again, and I’ll beat you to death!

Ji You mentally ranted, clenching her fists to resist the urge to punch someone as she continued to read. However, as soon as she turned the page, her vision blurred, and whish, all of a sudden, a set of nine life-size holographic photos of a man popped up, full-frontal, from all angles, holding nothing back...

Caught off guard, Ji You couldn’t dodge in time, and the photos smacked right into her eyes. Because they were holographic, it was as if a real man was standing in front of her, with the man’s eyes moving, even giving Ji You a seductive look.

Ji You: "!!!"

Ah!

What on earth?

Ah!!

This is the end!

Ji You quickly covered her nose, checked, and thankfully, there was no nosebleed.

Damn it!

If it’s free, might as well look!

With that, she lifted her head and took a few more glances at the photo—

Ugh—

Too small...

Close it.

Must close it!

After closing that Spicy Eye email, Ji You really couldn’t take it anymore. She felt her little heart, relentlessly poked and prodded again and again, was still thump-thumping away. If she looked any further, she was sure to trigger her high blood pressure, low blood sugar, diabetes... all of it at once.

Ji You clutched her chest, the sting from the Spicy Eye email sapping her will and courage to check other messages. She figured she might as well hustle for some money instead of wasting time on trashy, rowdy emails; during this time, she could have earned enough for a vial of nutrient solution.

Thinking such—

Ji You swiftly closed the email client.

But even after closing it, the incessant ding-dong of new message alerts made her head ache. Ji You said, "System, turn off the message alert sounds, and—block the messages for me again temporarily."

The Star Network system, upon receiving the command, promptly responded: [The email receiving portal is now temporarily closed. Do you confirm?]

If she didn’t temporarily close off the message reception, she wouldn’t have a moment’s peace all night.

Especially tired today, after reading a few emails, Ji You really wasn’t in the mood to look at those Spicy Eye photos and all sorts of weird junk messages. Some monumental issue would have to wait until she had a good sleep.

If her email account was free of issues afterward, it likely wouldn’t get bombarded with spam again.

If it persisted, she’d have to quickly seek out the root of the problem.

Rubbing her temples, Ji You didn’t hesitate to answer: "Confirm."

System: [Temporarily disabled]

The great thing about the interstellar era’s internet is that you don’t need to do anything manually. Whatever you want to do, just a thought, and spiritual power communicates with the Star Network system.

Shutting off the alert tones and email reception, the world finally went quiet.

Then, Ji You immediately grabbed the axe in the corner and started chopping wood.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

...

Perhaps it was the effect of eating several dozen grams of Butterfly Honey, but this time, her axe-chopping was even faster. Previously, doing manual labor on the Star Network, she could chop at most 10 times in one minute. Recently, she had been hitting between ten to twenty times, but today, she managed to reach a high of thirty-eight chops!

Ji You was hugely startled.

Then—

After half an hour of experimenting, Ji You averaged thirty chops per minute.

What kind of terrifying efficiency is this?

She’s only a Grade F in spiritual power, after all.

Could it be—

The Iron Plate?

The changes brought by the Iron Plate?

Otherwise, just a few tens of grams of Butterfly Honey could lead to such a significant increase in her spiritual power? Ji You was somewhat skeptical.

Just as she was thinking about the Iron Plate, something stirred in Ji You’s heart. She focused and sensed more keenly, discovering she could feel the Iron Plate even while on the Star Network, and at this moment, the Iron Plate was not still, but slightly trembling.

Hm?

No mistake.

It indeed trembled a couple of times.

Ji You was about to inspect further when the Iron Plate suddenly became still and started to blur, then disappeared all at once.

Ji You was puzzled.

At this moment, her heart suddenly filled with joy, a happy emotion spreading from within, enveloping her entire being.

Is this—

The original host?

The original host is happy?

Ji You couldn’t help but caress her chest: [Is it you?]

Asking this, she waited for a few seconds, and the joy at her heart’s tip became even more intense. Ji You’s lips curled into a smile: [What’s making you so happy? It’s a pity we can’t communicate directly.]

Such a shame.

As soon as she spoke, the elation in her heart subsided a bit. Seems like the original host was also feeling a hint of regret.

Soon after, that bizarre emotion vanished completely.

Ji You knew that the original host was now hiding.

During this time, aside from encounters with her aunt and cousin, as well as remembering Xu Siyu, the original host had shown up. After that—regardless of how much Ji You stirred things up, the original host’s emotions never appeared again.

Although she couldn’t discern a pattern—

Knowing she was still there, Ji You’s heart felt at ease.

She gently touched her chest, whispering in her heart: [Good night.]

At the same time, she was also ready to log off and sleep.

After Ji You logged off, she was completely unaware that because she abruptly closed the email reception, everyone lying in wait at her store, including Cheng Yu, went mad.

Cheng Yu howled, "Ahhh... Master!!! Master is ignoring me, he’s ignoring me..."

Everyone else: "Ahhh... Master is ignoring me too..."

Almost instantly, the entire commercial street was filled with wails and cries of despair, the sounds of lamentation endless!