The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

the other side.

In a luxurious villa district, a wild fairy tale writer is sighing in front of a magnificent security door.

Wild Fairy Tale Maker had just finished recycling an intricately carved security door when the system notification almost made him vomit blood on the spot.

[Recycling successful, earn 1 event point.]

"No, these unscrupulous merchants are toxic!"

Upon seeing the recycling notification, Wild Fairy Tale Family member was so angry that she cursed.

"A perfectly good security door, yet it uses so little metal, what kind of security is that!"

"Excuse me, this piece of junk will crumble with a single kick, who can it possibly stop?"

"This piece of junk is so bad that even if I piss on it, it could create a huge hole."

Old P next to him patted him on the shoulder, looking utterly dejected.

"Brother, try to think positively."

"I just recycled a gold-plated faucet. Guess how many points it cost?"

Wild Fairy Tale Author: "How much? Hundreds, thousands?"

Old P held up two fingers.

"two hundred?"

Old P shook his head.

"twenty?"

Old P shook his head again, saying in a tone of grief and indignation, "It's two points! Gold-plated! The inside is plastic, not even an iron block!"

Wild fairy tale writer: "..."

Old P sighed deeply: "I think it was a mistake for us to come to the villa area to do a limited-time recycling event."

He looked around, and those seemingly luxurious buildings all became synonymous with shoddy construction in his eyes.

"I have to say, those unscrupulous merchants still have some conscience; at least they don't rip off people who don't have money."

As he spoke, he habitually opened the limited-time recycling leaderboard to see the gap between himself and others.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

[Real-world recycling activity points leaderboard]

First place: Wang Dameng - 976510 points.

Second place: Gugu Cat - 924127 points.

Third place: Orin - 893577 points.

......

319th place: Old P - 63642 points.

Old P rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

You read that right.

Gugu Cat? Second place!

"??!!"

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

Old P let out a piercing scream.

"How did Gugu Cat jump to second place? Wasn't she ranked three places below me just now?"

He remembered clearly that half an hour ago, Gugu Cat was still ranked outside the top three hundred.

Together with him, we fought over trash in another villa, arguing fiercely over something worth a few points.

Is this rocket recovered?

It's certainly a pity to fail, but it's even harder to accept the success of others!

Especially this kind of inexplicable, overtaking success!

The wild fairy tale writer also came over for a look, and had the same expression of having seen a ghost.

"Holy crap, is this for real? Over 900,000 points? Has she struck gold?"

"Is the Cuckoo Cat toxic?!"

Old P looked around but couldn't see Gugu Cat, so he logged off and went to Gugu Cat's live stream to see what had happened.

The chat in Gugu Cat's live stream room has gone crazy.

Haha, God still has mercy on my daughter.

Who would have thought that the biggest treasure in the villa area would be a pile of manure?

Finding treasure in a pile of dung? Pretty cool, huh?

[Gugu Cat: Please, please stop talking. This is nothing to be proud of.]

[Upstairs, what do you know? This just shows that our cats are like gold hidden in dung; they'll shine no matter what field they're in!]

[Don't cry, streamer! We don't mind, we'll just laugh at you!]

You didn't let her off the hook either!

Seeing the teasing comments in the live chat, Lao P and the Wild Fairy Tale Writer roughly understood what had happened.

The cat, Gugu, encountered a pile of feces in the backyard of a villa.

As a result, rare minerals were discovered in that pile of dung.

One recycling session resulted in her points increasing by over 800,000.

Old P fell silent.

Even the wild fairy tale writer fell silent.

Is this the legendary chosen one?

You can find treasure even in piles of manure.

They spent half a day painstakingly collecting items, but their points were less than someone else's luck in a single instance.

People are more mad than people.

Old P looked around again, trying to find some comfort in the others.

Then, he discovered another key point.

"Where has that grandson of a fortune teller named Wang gone?!"

Previously, Wang Banxian's ranking had been closely following his, but now it has dropped to several hundred places, even lower than his.

This unscientific.

Wild Fairy Tale shrugged and guessed, "He's offline. I guess he went to contact Wang Dameng."

Old P was taken aback: "Contact Wang Dameng?"

"Yeah, you should see who's number one." The wild fairy tale writer pointed to that lofty name.

Wang Dameng, with 970,000 points, has been in first place ever since.

I really don't know where this idiot got so many points.

Old P understood instantly.

Seeing that he couldn't get ahead on his own, Wang Banxian went straight to cling to someone powerful.

He wanted to buy Wang Dameng's reward.

"Damn it, these guys are all so damn cunning!" Old P cursed angrily.

One person had incredible luck, finding gold in dung.

The other one has powerful backers, so he doesn't need to fight for it at all.

He honestly collected scraps here, but ended up at the bottom.

Old P looked up to the sky and roared, "Heaven is unfair! It neither gave me incredible luck nor any powerful backing. My life is so hard!"

His mournful cries echoed through the empty villa area, sounding particularly desolate.

The comments section was filled with schadenfreude.

[Don't cry, Old P, stand up and laugh.]

If all else fails, why don't you jump into a septic tank? You might be pleasantly surprised.

[You've already taken all the bamboo shoots from the mountain!]

[Feeling sorry for Old P for a second, then laughing out loud.]

Old P felt even more upset as he watched the comments section.

"The three great tragedies of life."

"When you're alive, your money's gone; when you're dead, your money's still there; I have money, but nowhere to spend it..."

Just then, a loud bang came from not far away.

"Boom!"

The wall of a villa suddenly collapsed, and dust billowed up.

A tall figure emerged from the smoke and dust, carrying an entire metal door on her back, her steps steady.

It is Zi Ran.

He tore the door off, slammed it to the ground with a loud bang, and then reached out to touch it.

[Successfully recycled the security door, earning 12 event points.]

Old P, the self-taught fairy tale writer: "..."

Zi Ran glanced at the points without even frowning.

He looked at Old P and the Wild Fairy Tale Writer, and asked in a gruff voice, "You two, sighing and complaining here, will you get any points from that?"

Old P said weakly, "What else? This villa area is a trap. We chose the wrong place from the start."

Zi Ran rolled her eyes at him: "I think we've been working in the wrong direction, or maybe we can try a different approach."

Old P: "Oh? You mean?"

Zi Ran: "You guys help me collect them, and I'll do the recycling all by myself. If we add up all our points, we'll definitely be on the leaderboard!"

The wild fairy tale writer didn't say a word and silently turned away.

Old P: "...I know, it's the pig farming trend."

Zi Ran smiled and nodded: "Looks like you're not hopelessly stupid after all."

Old P: "I understand the logic, but why aren't you the ones supporting me?"

Zi then took a step back, remaining vigilant: "That won't do, those are points I worked so hard to earn."

Old P: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

Hahaha, three people, eight hundred schemes in their hearts.