Chapter 69
After dealing with Lin Chengze, Yu Xunge realized that her home was out of cigarettes and alcohol. So, she decided not to go home and headed straight to the mall instead. Along the way, she casually took her phone out of her gaming backpack. It had been vibrating non-stop, with messages flooding in from all directions.
She opened it to take a quick look and saw someone offering to trade her that F-grade skill book, "Mars Technique," for some film and television resources.
She regretted not making the listing anonymous at the time. Perhaps she had been a bit too confident, thinking it was just an F-grade skill and not worth the fuss…
After some thought, she decided to take it down and relist it at a sincere price, changing the buy-it-now price for "Mars Technique" to 19 gold, with a starting bid of 85 gold.
An F-grade skill book like this wouldn’t sell for much at the Zelan Star auction house; it might only fetch 2 to 5 gold. After all, it could only cast a small fireball—what’s the point? Its damage was about the same as firing a gun.
But for ordinary people, no matter how small, fire magic was still magic!
Even if everyone had divine gifts, many of those gifts were just means to become stronger. Without any offensive skills, it could feel quite limiting.
At 19 gold, the price was steep, but it was still more reliable than a 50-gold green gear. Besides, this was the cheapest skill available in the auction house; the others were priced sky-high. Some equipment was even listed at 50 gold, and skills were doubling that.
Yu Xunge cleared out all the alcohol and cigarettes in the mall. Just as she turned down a request for her autograph from a passerby, she received a system notification: her "Mars Technique" had sold.
She was overjoyed to collect the money. It was easy money! She resolved that whenever she got her hands on such skills again, she would sell them off quickly. In a month or two, once everyone had seen the world, they wouldn’t be so easily fooled.
But she hadn’t thought about going to Zelan Star to stock up and then resell here.
Even if the auction house allowed anonymity, she couldn’t get past her own conscience.
Selling things she had crafted herself was one thing, but buying and reselling in bulk felt like profiting from others’ misfortunes. It was pointless to squeeze money from players. If she needed cash, couldn’t she just go to the Su family? She could make money and feel good about it—what could be more perfect?
With her arms full of cigarettes and alcohol for Hufflepuff, she headed back to Zelan Star for her classes.
There were over three thousand materials commonly used in alchemy. In the past, Hufflepuff would cover ten types in each class, discussing everything from handling techniques to material properties, but only once. If Yu Xunge couldn’t remember, Hufflepuff wouldn’t repeat it. Fortunately, Yu Xunge had a good memory; she learned everything Hufflepuff taught, jotting down even the slightest comments in her notebook. This attitude pleased Hufflepuff.
Though her progress was slow, the more Yu Xunge learned, the more she felt the distance between herself and master-level alchemy widening. Yet, she relished the experience of acquiring knowledge from another world.
She treated Hufflepuff’s classes as a break from her revenge and leveling up.
Every morning she attended class, and in the afternoons and evenings, she practiced in dungeons. For a rare few days, Yu Xunge managed to maintain a regular routine.
After just a few days of intense practice, she not only fully integrated the knowledge she learned from her coach but also combined it with the skills she had grasped during her previous life’s narrow escapes. Now, she could maneuver through an onslaught of thirty trolls without taking a single hit.
She was ready to clear this dungeon and try her luck in the dungeon of her apartment in the city center. It wasn’t that she was overconfident; her attributes had already reached a high level. Level 3 trolls were good for leveling up, but they could no longer serve as her personal training partners.
On the 25th, Yu Xunge received a message from Zhao Shuying, informing her that it was time to settle the earnings from the skill crystals.
**[Zhao Shuying]: We’ve also purchased quite a few internally. You can choose to settle in contribution points or gold.**
**[Yu Xunge]: How do contribution points work?**
**[Zhao Shuying]: Every 30 crystals counts as 1 contribution point.**
This was about the same as what Yu Xunge had in mind. When Zhao Shuying had given her contribution points last time, she calculated that 1 contribution point was worth less than 100 gold, roughly around 80 to 90 gold.
At first glance, it seemed like a loss, but contribution points also represented purchasing eligibility, which made a difference.
**[Yu Xunge]: What can I buy with contribution points?**
**[Zhao Shuying]: There are many extremely valuable skill crystals that can only be purchased with contribution points.**
**[Yu Xunge]: Aren’t mine valuable enough?**
**[Zhao Shuying]: A five-hour rental room and an annual lease are still quite different.**
Yu Xunge understood; it seemed some skills could last for years.
**[Yu Xunge]: Can I see what items require contribution points to purchase?**
**[Zhao Shuying]: I’ll personally come to pitch to you when your contribution points reach 100.**
**[Yu Xunge]: …Alright, I’ll take the contribution points.**
**[Zhao Shuying]: Please check your inbox.**
Although the cooldown for **[Happiness Again]** was only 5 hours and 4 minutes, Yu Xunge wasn’t that precise with timing. On average, she managed to produce 4 skill crystals a day. Sometimes, if she was diligent, she could make 5 in two days, but with an unstable schedule, she might miss a day. Averaging it out, she could produce about 50 crystals in half a month.
However, her persona was that of someone with average luck. She also needed to use some skills herself, so she wouldn’t turn everything in. About 45 crystals would be enough to submit, and she planned to keep the rest for later use on Yu Xunhuan, which didn’t count as a breach of contract.
When Yu Xunge opened her email, she found two dragon-shaped coins—one gold and one silver—and 1.5 contribution points?
**[Yu Xunge]: So when you said “we’ve also purchased quite a few internally,” you meant all of them were bought by you guys?**
**[Zhao Shuying]: ∠(°ゝ°) Salute! You are our most important friend in the Special Affairs Bureau.**
**[Yu Xunge]: Haha, even if it’s just flattery, you couldn’t even add a “forever.”**
**[Zhao Shuying]: ∠(°ゝ°) Forever salute! You are our most important friend in the Special Affairs Bureau.**
Yu Xunge: “………………”
She was at a loss for words.
But what surprised her even more was that just after receiving the profit share from Zhao Shuying, Yu Qingshan and Yi Qiuguo showed up for dinner.
Though they called it dinner, the conversation revolved around her work with the Special Affairs Bureau.
Yi Qiuguo, being a bit clueless, started asking her how much she had earned halfway through the meal. She even brought up the "Mars Technique," questioning why she didn’t keep it for family use instead of selling it.
Yu Xunge sighed, “The potions I gave you guys? I have to buy the materials myself. I also need to buy equipment and maintain connections. Isn’t all of that money?”
You can’t just take advantage of people; even butchering a pig has its limits. Yi Qiuguo thought it was enough, considering how many potions she had given them. Now that they had money, they might not even be able to buy them. But then Yu Qingshan shifted the topic to her ranking on the leaderboard.
He picked up some food with his chopsticks and said, “You’ve always been the one I worry about the least. Top hundred! Out of billions of people, my daughter is in the top hundred! You’re really making me proud! How did you do it?”
Seeing the mana above this old man’s head slowly depleting, Yu Xunge knew he had activated his lie detection skill. She replied, “I just grind dungeons. Isn’t Yu Xunhuan also grinding dungeons with the Su family? The Special Affairs Bureau has control over many dungeons too.”
Every word was true, but Yu Qingshan keenly sensed that Yu Xunge was avoiding the specifics. However, he didn’t think she was lying; he assumed she just didn’t want to share details about the dungeons.
In his previous life, he had teamed up with Yu Xunhuan to keep Yu Xunge spinning in circles, so he wasn’t an impatient person. Noticing that Yu Xunge was reluctant to talk, he decided not to press further. He knew he had to let her open up on her own.
After all, getting information about the dungeons was just the least important first step. What mattered was getting Yu Xunge to willingly bring him, Yi Qiuguo, and Yu Xunhuan along to reap the benefits. Yu Xunge was someone who responded better to kindness than pressure; the more Yu Qingshan wanted something from her, the more he had to be patient.
**[Chapter 19: A Match Made in Heaven]**
Yu Xunge enjoyed a quiet meal. As long as Yu Qingshan was willing, he could be the most perfect father in the world—gentle, considerate, generous, and respectful, truly listening to every word his daughter said.
Yi Qiuguo, blissfully unaware, went straight to the point and asked Yu Xunge if she could take her to see a dungeon.
Yu Xunge sipped her soup without looking up, “Do you know how much it costs to enter a dungeon these days?”
Yi Qiuguo asked curiously, “I heard it’s tens of thousands for a ticket. Is that true?”
Every day, news about dungeons was circulating, and currently, the hottest topics were still divine gifts, followed closely by dungeons. Skills, equipment, and potions were trailing behind.
After the game officially invaded, everyone in the world became a player. Although there was some initial chaos, the authorities acted swiftly, quickly quelling the unrest and announcing the existence of dungeons to shift everyone’s focus.
Got energy to cause trouble? Go to the dungeons and you can earn money and loot.
The public dungeons had light screens, and the Special Affairs Bureau stationed personnel at each one to ensure fairness. It was like a restaurant; people used their ID cards to take numbers and queued to enter. If they wanted to team up to tackle a dungeon, they had to queue together. Once inside, no matter how long they stayed, they had to re-queue to exit. Small dungeons could accommodate a maximum of 20 people, allowing 19 ordinary citizens in, with the last spot reserved for public officials—partly to deter any potential exploitation and partly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the system by lingering inside.
The queuing system for public dungeons required ID cards to take numbers, and entry was strictly verified, making it impossible for scalpers to help anyone skip the line.
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