Chapter 61: A Swindler Has No Right to Get Chummy with Me

“Hahaha, what a clever name!”
Xiao Ruo laughed until tears streamed down her face, clutching her stomach and bending over, her body shaking for a long time before she finally managed to stop, weakly wiping at her cheeks, which were wet with tears.
Could it be that “drz” really stands for “super dummy”?
She couldn’t take it.
She continued to check the live stream data.
“The streamer’s weight is 321 grams—wow, that much in a single day? That’s outrageous!”
Xiao Ruo exclaimed, startled by the figure, her eyelids twitching.
Among all the metrics, the streamer’s weight was the most valuable, and it was notoriously hard to increase.
It took 10 Dust or 1 Meteor to get just 1 milligram of weight; 10,000 Dust or 1,000 Meteors equaled 1 gram of streamer weight. That meant this so-called “dummy” streamer had received over 300,000 Meteors or 3 million Dust?
Even intermediate streamers with millions of followers couldn’t rack up that much in a day.
“I’m really curious what kind of content he’s streaming!”
Xiao Ruo felt a growing itch of curiosity.
She instinctively tried to look up previous streams in that channel, only to discover, to her surprise, that she couldn’t view them.
“What’s going on now? Insufficient data cache? Don’t tell me he’s not on the mothership.”
She shook her head in puzzlement, and after her confusion passed, she simply set the stream as a special favorite and looked forward to the streamer going live.
She prepared to log off.
Huang Yunshuo sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, two essence sticky nets before him now completely ruined.
After patching them up once, the sticky nets wore out suspiciously fast.
He and Chenlu Qingshuang had fought five rounds in total, and each time the nets didn’t last twenty minutes. Now, after being used three times each, the system warned they were beyond repair, but Huang Yunshuo felt he’d already made a good profit.
Roughly three hundred sloths had been felled, netting the three of them over 13,000 experience points and nearly 3,000 copper coins.
But after repairing the nets five times and hiring someone to help Hu Xiaoruan mend them, the 3,000 copper coins were basically all gone.
Additionally, he had forty-nine small PVE stimulant sprays, seven small universal stimulant sprays, and eleven sloth gauntlets.
The drop rates kept falling as they kept fighting; in the last round, the two of them only got three PVE sprays from the net and nothing else. Once again, Huang Yunshuo shamelessly exploited the drop rate of a new monster.
“Let’s split the loot evenly,” Huang Yunshuo said generously.
“No way,” Chenlu Qingshuang waved her hand. The fact they could kill so many troublesome sloths was almost entirely due to Huang Yunshuo’s knockback cannon. While she hadn’t been a complete bystander, she hadn’t done much more.

As for Hu Xiaoruan, there was even less to say.
After some back and forth, Hu Xiaoruan took five PVE stimulant sprays and one pair of sloth gauntlets; Chenlu Qingshuang took five PVE sprays, one universal spray, and three pairs of sloth gauntlets.
The two of them looked full of energy after so much grinding and declared they were going to keep leveling, but Huang Yunshuo couldn’t keep up—his head was starting to ache again.
It was the helmet’s way of reminding him to log off.
He hurried to the blacksmith’s; though he hadn’t used many rockets, his knockback cannon’s durability had dropped a lot from frequent use. The rocket launcher, already at just 10% durability, was now down to 1%—about to break, and in desperate need of repair.
3,516 copper coins.
Fifty-two small PVE stimulant sprays.
Seven small universal stimulant sprays.
Eleven pairs of sloth gauntlets.
That was Huang Yunshuo’s current fortune. As for the rockets, he’d used them all up again, and he still had no idea how much weapon repairs would cost.
“The universal stimulant sprays—Piaoxue and Old Chu probably need those most.”
He took out two sprays and sent them to each in turn, pondering what to do with the rest.
“Should I just give them away on stream after logging off?”
He shook his head, dismissing the idea.
The last giveaway had been a frenzy, and his viewers were probably fatigued. Better to wait until the evening.
First, he’d get in touch with “That Year, That Night, That Sea”—after all, they were on the same side.
“Got anything good?”
Huang Yunshuo put three items on display, one of each: “Let’s see if you can afford them!”
Without a second’s hesitation, That Year, That Night, That Sea replied: “How much for the gauntlets? And the universal sprays—I’ll take them all!”
“Big spender!”
Huang Yunshuo set the price: “I know you’re short on copper coins, so let’s say 400,000 credits for a pair of gauntlets, 100,000 for a spray. I can sell you five of each.”
“Deal... but sounds like you have more. Can I buy them all?”
Yeyeliuguang Xiangjiaoji asked.
“This girl is outrageously rich,” Huang Yunshuo thought enviously. A millionaire who didn’t even blink at the price—he half wanted to ask her to be his sugar mommy.
“All right, I’ll give you two more pairs of gauntlets. I’ll need the rest myself.” Huang Yunshuo finally compromised.
“Let’s trade now!”
That Year, That Night, That Sea was decisive, immediately initiating the transfer.
With 3.3 million credits received, Huang Yunshuo’s balance had soared to 7.6 million.

A dazzling figure!
“Too bad it’s not much use. Who knows how much more I’ll have to send to the Roger Young.”
He sighed, feeling hollow. The Mingjing was like a bottomless pit—no amount of money would ever be enough.
That Year, That Night, That Sea showed no interest in the PVE sprays, which didn’t surprise Huang Yunshuo; their value was pretty low.
“Let’s see if Fourth Cousin wants any.”
He opened a chat window with her, and her sweet voice came through instantly.
“Do you want these?”
He put up a pair of gauntlets and all the PVE sprays and asked.
“Twenty thousand credits per spray. Do you only have one pair of gauntlets?” she replied quickly.
“I have more, but I sold them to someone else.”
Huang Yunshuo chuckled.
Fourth Cousin immediately sounded desperate: “Oh my god, how could you do this to me?! Big Brother, I’m begging you—next time you get good stuff, come to your little sister first, all right?”
“Cut the nonsense, let’s trade! Gauntlets are fifty thousand!”
Huang Yunshuo sneered—did this profiteer really think she could guilt-trip him?
She had no choice but to accept, and with the deal done, Huang Yunshuo’s balance jumped again, reaching 9.14 million.
He took off his helmet and collapsed onto his bed, feeling as if every bone in his body had come loose.
“Damn, did setting off too many cannons in-game really affect me in real life?”
Everyone logged off one by one, and soon Song Na was happily calling everyone to eat.
But Huang Yunshuo, feeling utterly exhausted and with it being lunchtime anyway, found his eyelids growing heavy. Everything went black and he drifted off to sleep.
“Why isn’t Old Huang coming out?”
Chu Jun looked at Huang Yunshuo’s tightly shut door and asked.
“I saw him log off earlier. Maybe he was so tired he fell asleep,” Yu Shiyin replied.
Ye Piaoxue said, “He must be exhausted. I checked the durability of his new weapon earlier—it was down to 1%. He must have been grinding monsters really hard.”
“Piaoxue, make sure to heat up his food for him later, okay?”
Song Na yawned. Anyone who said using a VR helmet to game wasn’t tiring was lying—she felt worn out herself.