Salted Fish
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Polly hadn't logged into QQ for a long time—about as long as he'd stayed away from YY. Back when he used to play the game regularly, he'd always had both QQ and YY running simultaneously. QQ had the Legion group chat, while YY had the Legion channel. Even though he rarely joined the voice chat in the channel unless it was for a dungeon run, having the Vice Guild Leader's avatar always online in the friends list was a morale boost for the guild members. Later, after being kicked out of the Legion and with…-
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Polly wasn't online, likely only logging in at night. As Fang Zheng was thinking about this, a familiar name suddenly dashed past him—Refined Into a Demon 438. The Demon Refiner was clearly busy with something, running at breakneck speed. But what could possibly be worth such haste on a ghost server? Curiosity piqued, Fang Zheng casually typed— Milk is Mom: What's up? (T/N: This is a very rare chat tag in this novel. It's similar to "Local", but slightly different. The word itself translates to…
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Milk is Mom: 500 yuan, guaranteed to reach max level within a week. (T/N: Milk = healing. His ID is actually "whoever has milk is your mom", but that's too long for a name that will be used often, so I decided to shorten it. His ID has two meanings: the first refers to the idiom "whoever feeds you milk is your mother," describing someone opportunistic who easily switches loyalties, like a baby who only cares about being fed. The second meaning is a gaming reference; "milk mom" is Chinese gamer slang for a…
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The benefit of frequenting the Heavenly Lake was that his sense of direction underwater had become razor-sharp. With an eight-minute time limit, Fang Zheng resurfaced in just four and a half minutes—only to find Polly already standing on the shore, gazing at the sky. By then, the river was no longer underground, but the sky remained a dull gray-black. "You're fast," Fang Zheng praised generously in YY. Polly remained indifferent: "Not bad." "……" Honestly, accepting praise without hesitation was…
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Despite Milk is Mom and Polly desperately spamming heals, the Assassin still collapsed at the three-quarter mark of the corpse herding path. Since teammates couldn't be resurrected mid-herding, the system defaulted to the second-in-line Polly taking the lead. By the time the party finally reached the first miniboss's location at the Mass Grave, Mad Lad had already been lying there for eighteen minutes. "Assassin, you still there?" Fang Zheng's question sounded concerned but inadvertently carried a hint of…
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20:30 Beijing time—the golden hour of the day when all the best TV dramas air and online games hit their peak player counts… However, if you had a Spectator Mode, you'd see that even during this prime time, this particular server only had 23 players online. Twelve of them had been AFK for over five hours, three were promotional bots, and two players on Nanjing Road were actually hacked accounts whose thieves found the loot unsellable—this server was depressingly desolate. That left one temporary…
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After witnessing the tycoon's gear, Fang Zheng suddenly had another idea. The Wisdom God's trial in Potala Palace simply didn't match this domineering set of equipment, as the dungeon tested intelligence far more than gear or skill. It was like wielding the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber to duel Socrates—absolutely no sparks could fly. Mad Lad: Healer, where'd you go? Milk is Mom: Crafting Workshop. Mad Lad: What are you doing there? Polly: Making a necklace. Milk is Mom: Making a…
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Fang Zheng slept until noon the next day. In truth, he could've slept even longer, if not for Gou Xiaonian's incessant phone calls. "What're you up to?" Gou Xiaonian's voice was smooth and rich, deep with a magnetic charm that could kill. Even when he was being shamelessly casual or spewing profanity, it did nothing to diminish the lethality of his tone. Fang Zheng sometimes entertained the wild thought that Gou Xiaonian should consider phone sex as a side gig—maybe he'd make more money that way than…
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Huaxia Online had a rather unfriendly game mechanic: weapons dropped by dungeon bosses were automatically bound to the player who picked them up, meaning they couldn't be traded afterward. So, if a party ran a dungeon and got a good weapon or piece of gear that no one in the party needed, they'd usually have someone hover over the boss's corpse—without looting it—to prevent the body from despawning. Meanwhile, they'd announce in the World Channel something like, "XX weapon dropped in XX dungeon,…
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After the Heavenly Lake adventure, Milk is Mom set up shop in a picturesque, eternally spring-like location—Xiushui Street. He wasn't selling anything serious, mainly using his stall name as an advertisement: Sincere Power Leveling, No Job Too Small. Sitting next to him was Diamond Seller, whose stall name paired perfectly with his to form a couplet: Buying Coins Long-Term, Fair to All. Switching back to his other computer, the little Assassin was still forging gear. Fang Zheng stretched lazily,…
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