Chapter 241 – Extra – Huaxia Mad Lad’s Medical Records

My name is Mad Lad, an Assassin, level 70, affiliated with the Ghost Server Legion.

Gaming was never my main gig—coal mining was. But showing off wealth in real life tends to invite envy, so I usually prefer a low-key, business-like demeanor. Thus, the flashy, overpowered pay-to-win warrior in the game fulfilled the other half of my pure soul.

The first server I played wasn’t Mirage Server, and I never thought it would be the last one either. Hiring someone to power-level my alt in Huaxia Summit was proof of that.

At the time, Mirage Server was already on its last legs, and in my eyes, every player still glinging to it was an idiot. A game with no players left—what’s the point?

But among these idiots, there was one little idiot who was kind of interesting. Milk is Mom was both a power-leveler and a player—leveling my account in the god-tier server during the day and returning to the ghost server at night to party up for dungeons.

I hadn’t run dungeons in Mirage Server for a long time, to the point where even my top-tier gear had rusted. Plus, there was something about that little power-leveler that made me inexplicably want to flirt with him, so I naturally joined his party.

Back then, I was still naive and clueless. I had no idea that when that zombie, who didn’t seem very likable at first glance, spammed in World Chat, “Xiangxi Corpse King Necropolis, anyone who wants to join the party, all classes welcome,” or when players like Your Uncle, Crossplayer’s Blessing, and Refined Into a Demon 438 joined the party one after another, the gears of fate had already begun to turn.

And then, I experienced the most unforgettable “corpse herding” journey of my life.

Mirage Server remained a ghost town, and no amount of desperate flailing from its dying players could revive it. But this kind of chaotic, mind-bending, boundary-pushing flailing was oddly addictive.

Not to mention, I hadn’t succeeded in my goal yet.

To put it shamelessly, there were very few people I couldn’t successfully flirt with. Especially someone like Milk is Mom—a kid who clearly didn’t have much experience and was so easy to read.

But I overlooked one thing—online friendships come with a built-in filter effect, especially when you don’t start flirting right away but instead roll up your sleeves and dive into dungeon runs together.

So, I found that when it came to Milk is Mom, the urge to flirt with him was stronger than ever before.

And then, in a moment of impulsiveness, I did something incredibly stupid.

To be honest, the gap between expectation and reality genuinely shocked me. I can’t quite remember how I acted that day—only that I stumbled through a meal in a daze and then made up an excuse to bolt.

Pretty classless, I know.

But at the time, I was too frazzled to think clearly or act more gracefully.

The real-life Milk is Mom was nothing like the Ghost Server Legion Leader in-game. Not in terms of looks or build, but in demeanor and aura—at least, that was my impression during that first meeting. Stripped of all the lewdness, recklessness, and exuberance, the person sitting across from me was just an ordinary, awkward, even somewhat insecure guy.

But this guy was kind.

From start to finish, he never once mentioned my uninvited visit or my rushed escape—not in-game, not in real life.

When I fled like a coward, I even considered quitting the legion afterward to avoid awkwardness. But who would’ve thought that when I logged back in and saw the little healer flying toward me with a wavy line (~), I actually felt relieved?

For the first time in my life, I felt reluctant to leave a legion—so much so that I was annoyed at my own impulsiveness and recklessness.

Jiang Yang and Fang Zheng couldn’t mix.

But Mad Lad liked Milk is Mom.

For a long time after that, I put away all my messy thoughts and just behaved as a proper legion member, running dungeons with my comrades and fighting for the legion.

It was the first time I’d ever felt a sense of passion in a game.

I even started to suspect that the boy I’d met and the Legion Leader in-game were two completely different people—a suspicion that only grew stronger over time.

Because Milk is Mom was just too dazzling.

That carefree, devil-may-care, “I’ll even sass the GM” kind of wildness had zero overlap with the boy who sat across from me at that table during that meal.

And, whether it was just my imagination or not, after he got together with that damn zombie, he seemed to shine even brighter—as if he had backup now, ready to soar into the sky and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun.

I thought they were just in an online relationship.

Turns out, the lovebirds had long since gotten cozy in the real world.

I had no right to comment on their relationship. All I could say was—I was jealous.

I envied that damn zombie for loving so boldly, and I was jealous of that damn fatty for being so blissfully in love.

Later, I figured it out. It wasn’t that I still harbored some unspeakable feelings for Milk is Mom, but as someone who was a veteran at hookups and a rookie at real relationships, what truly made me sour was the nature of their relationship—that pure, mutual, can’t-live-without-you kind of love.

When I saw Fang Zheng again, I was stunned once more.

He was still the same person—though a bit thinner, still fair and round overall—but the aura he gave off was completely different from our first meeting.

Eating and drinking heartily, laughing and cursing freely, and even crushing me—a sarcastic bastard who had dared challenge his throne as the King of Lewdness.

Strangely enough, Fang Zheng and Milk is Mom had merged into one.

As for the part where his zombie boyfriend was waiting at home with a surprise, or the prolonged delay in the hallway, likely due to some PDA… never mind, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s exhausting.

I once read a cheesy quote somewhere: “A beautiful love is one that makes both people better.”

I don’t know if that damn zombie changed, but Fang Zheng definitely did—he became radiant.

Once upon a time, I thought talking about love all the time was peak cringe.

Now, I realize the reason I disliked it was because it had never come knocking at my door.

After that, I genuinely stopped having any lingering feelings for Milk is Mom. Not because the two of them were inseparable and I had to give up, but because he had evolved into this ultimate-boss-tier figure in my mind—transforming from that slightly shy and insecure boy into a sacred, untouchable Legion Leader.

Not just untouchable—if anyone dared bare their teeth at him, I’d rally the entire legion to fight to the death.

Of course, that’s assuming the troublemaker hadn’t already been brutalized by the Legion Leader first.

The same went for the other legion members—2B Fighter Jet, Blood Bull, Your Uncle, 438, Crossplayer, Your Sister, and the rest.

I never expected to make real friends in a game, but by casually flirting with one little guy, I ended up with an entire legion as a bonus. The sad part? The Legion Leader got snatched up by someone else, but the legion members became ride-or-die friends. Now, every time I splurge on new gear, I have to show it off, satisfy their curiosity, and then endure their teasing about my decadent lifestyle. What the hell am I even doing this for?!

I can’t keep writing.

The legion chat is blowing up with rallying cries—apparently, 438 went to gather resources in a new map, Your Uncle went to check on him, and both got killed.

It’s been a long time since anyone in Huaxia Summit dared to provoke the Ghost Server Legion on purpose. Even players from other servers would avoid the Summit Server when traveling through the Dimensional Rift—unless they had an absolute must-go reason, in which case they’d at least steer clear of anyone with “Ghost Server Legion” floating above their heads, no matter how soft and squishy they looked.

So the guy who double-killed Your Uncle and 438 was most likely a new player from another server who came through the Dimensional Rift. After all, the game had just launched two new servers, and the influx of fresh blood was at its peak.

But it’s fine. My buddies and I will soon teach these newcomers the true essence of Huaxia Online.

Huh? Someone from Summit Server has already beaten us to it and posted the “true essence” in World Chat—

[Huaxia] Kill All Who Block Me: WTF?! What did I just see?! Refined Into a Demon 715 and Little Lucky Charm got killed near the Dimensional Rift?! Coords (XX, XX)

[Huaxia] Carved in Bone: Damn, who did it?

[Huaxia] Kill All Who Block Me: How would I know? Definitely wasn’t me!

[Huaxia] War-God’s Follower: Near the Dimensional Rift, so it must be someone from another server.

[Huaxia] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: Not just another server—definitely a newbie =_=

[Huaxia] Big H: How could anyone bring themselves to kill Refined Into a Demon 715, such an adorable kid~~~

[Huaxia] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: So Little Lucky Charm isn’t worth grieving for?

[Huaxia] Big H: As someone whose name can’t even be spoken aloud, I think we should be grieving for the poor soul who killed him.

[Huaxia] Fire Cloud Evil God: Fuck, stop talking, I’m getting chills [shivering]

[Huaxia] Big H: No, I have to say it. Because ambushing Refined Into a Demon 715 is just universally despised, but ambushing L…

[Huaxia] Nicknamed White Dragon Horse: …is a one-way ticket to eternal damnation.