Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 328 Complaints
"Mr. Li Zheng still seems to have a lot of prejudice against me." Misaka Tsuchiemon stepped out of the teleportation state and stood there with a wry smile.

Li Zheng looked at him with great disdain: "I'm not prejudiced against you, I just simply don't like things produced in your country."

He paused, then added, "Except for anime."

He paused again, then added, "And Ivy."

"That Super God Academy..."

Before Misaka Tsuchimichi could speak, Li Zheng interrupted him mercilessly: "Let him die!"

“I think so too.” Misaka Tsuchiemon agreed with Li Zheng’s point of view without any principles.

Li Zheng was too lazy to argue with him and asked impatiently, "What is your purpose in coming here this time? If you want to buy auction items from me in advance again, then you've miscalculated. The reason I agreed to the transaction last time was entirely due to an exception."

Li Zheng still gets a toothache just thinking about that memory release device that was practically useless.

The deal was agreed to in exchange for a specialization, but the specialization I got wasn't much better than mastery; at most, it only gave me slightly higher attack power when using weapons like swords.

It's just... useless!
"Mr. Li, rest assured, I am not here to trade anything." Misaka Tsuchimuro remained standing in place, which made Li Zheng's expression much better. At least this guy had a very accurate self-assessment.

"What are you doing here if you're not buying anything?" Li Zheng glanced at him sideways. "You weren't satisfied with how I tormented you yesterday, so you want to try again today, huh?"

"No, no!" Misaka Tsuchimon waved his hands repeatedly. He knew that his mediocre skills were no match for Li Zheng, so how could he dare to challenge Old Li again?
He thought for a moment, then asked with a somewhat forlorn expression, "Mr. Li, have you ever experienced betrayal?"

"Betrayed?" Li Zheng rolled his eyes and thought carefully: "Does it count if my deskmate reported me for reading a novel by Yue Luo Hong Ying in elementary school?"

"This... shouldn't count, right?" Misaka Tsuchimon's dejected expression faltered for a moment, and he retorted, "Speaking of which, you read those kinds of low-brow novels by unknown authors during class? You have quite the unique taste."

"They're just not very famous, and their emotional delivery is a bit lacking, but otherwise they're alright. How can you say they have unique tastes?" Li Zheng asked again, "What if my deskmate was reading with me and complained that I was turning the pages too slowly, which is why they reported me? Would that be considered betrayal?"

“…Fine.” Misaka Tsuchimon clicked his tongue. “Why are you so hung up on reading novels in class? Besides, reading novels in class was your fault, wasn’t it? Your deskmate reported you, which should be considered a case of righteous indignation against a family member.”

"Oh." Li Zheng nodded thoughtfully: "Those two were secretly looking at Fukada-sensei's work together, and then..."

"Stop!" Misaka Tsuchimon said with a look of disappointment, "I think I understand now. So all your experiences of being betrayed were just the other person's immaturity in their childhood."

"He's so immature... Hey! That's a really apt summary, it's just like he's still a child!" Li Zheng savored the sentiment, nodding repeatedly.

"By the way, what were you about to say?"

"I……"

Misaka Tsuchimon almost choked on his words. So you really don't take others seriously!

"Are you alright?" Li Zheng checked the time and immediately told them to leave: "If you're alright, then leave. It'll be lunchtime soon, so don't even think about staying here for a free meal."

Misaka Tsuchimon was deeply shocked: "So I'm not as important as a meal."

Li Zheng nodded seriously: "Young man, you have a very good self-awareness."

Misaka Tsuchimon turned away dejectedly: "Then I won't bother you any longer."

He took out a metal ball and smashed it on the ground. After a cloud of smoke rose, Misaka Tsuchiemon disappeared.

Li Zheng watched him leave, then smiled coldly: "Coming here to complain, do you think I'm your dumping ground?"

Misaka Tsuchimuro's visit was just a minor incident for Li Zheng, and it had no impact on his exploration career.

Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and keep exploring when you want to explore.

He's just a mud-covered man; he's not worth paying too much attention to.

If Misaka Tsuchimuro hadn't been so bloodless, Li Zheng would have killed him yesterday. Disliking mud-covered people is one thing, but indiscriminately killing innocents is another; Li Zheng believes it's better to have some principles.

If Misaka Tsuchimon ever harms the interests of Li Zheng or the players of the Dragon Kingdom, Li Zheng wouldn't mind letting Pink Polly take action, and he wouldn't be soft-hearted just because of a small friendship.

Misaka Tsuchiemon left Li Zheng's place and went to the room where Sarutobi Ayaka was.

After losing his swordsmanship expertise, Sarutobi Amuro's combat ability dropped significantly.

What terrified her most was that along with her swordsmanship expertise, she also lost all the swordsmanship knowledge she had ever learned.

It's as if parts of my memory have been ripped out; some things that are clearly familiar are simply impossible to recall.

When Misaka Tsuchiemon arrived, Sarutobi Amakura was struggling to regain her past memories, clumsily practicing her swordplay.

"What are you doing here?" Sarutobi Ayaka's first words to Misaka Tsuchiemon almost made him think he had traveled back a few minutes.

That man reacted the same way when he saw me.

When did I become so unpopular?
"Can't I come?" Misaka Tsuchiemon looked at Sarutobi Ayoraku's hand holding the sword, a hint of guilt hidden in his eyes.

He took a few things out of the capsule and placed them on the ground: "For the next period of time, turn off private messaging. Don't respond to anyone who contacts you. Just pretend you're dead, understand?"

Sarutobi Ayuri said warily, "I don't understand."

“It’s okay if you don’t understand. Just do as I say.” Misaka Tsuchiemon introduced a few items he had just taken out: “This is a book of Yagyu sword techniques that I memorized before. Judging from your current sword-holding posture, you should be able to use it.”

"This is one of the items we traded last night. Wearing it grants you the ability to fly. You deserve it."

"This is ten kilograms of intermediate culture medium, which needs to be used with a culture dish. I have already designated the culture dish for you through the trading hall so that you can directly put it into the capsule."

"You understand the purpose of petri dishes, so I won't go into detail."

"Also, the agreement you signed when you joined Takamagahara has been terminated because I did something that harmed your own interests. Don't contact Takamagahara again."

"With your skills, you should be able to thrive in this channel."

Misaka Tsuchimon said, "I have already asked Mr. Li Zheng for help. If you encounter danger, you can ask him for help. He will come to your rescue, and I will give him the reward for you in a moment."

"I know you no longer trust me, but whether you believe it or not, I am protecting you."

Having said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Sarutobi Ayatsuki's icy voice came from behind: "I don't need your presumptuous protection!"

Misaka Tsuchiemon paused, said nothing more, smashed a ball, and left amidst the smoke.

……

Ding Ding Ding!
Li Zheng stood at the door and tapped his bowl a few times; the crisp sound signaled the start of lunch.

"Ouch~~"

Sakura excitedly flew back, darted to the stove, and worked with Pink Polly to bring out all the food.

“They say if you’re not enthusiastic about eating, there’s something wrong with your brain.” Li Zheng shook his head helplessly: “But you’re being way too enthusiastic.”

Just as I was about to go over and have dinner with the little one, several designated transaction prompts popped up.

(End of this chapter)