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

"Two bowls, two hundred Yuan Crystals!"

"Either pay me, or I'll call for help!"

The sorrowful gaze, which seemed to be trying to conceal its true nature, followed his finger. When he saw the string of numbers on the price list, his eyes widened instantly.

"Holy crap! One hundred Source Crystals for a bowl?!"

"This is fucking robbery!"

The sorrow was always trying to cover up the truth; I couldn't believe my eyes—were these tattered noodles edged with gold?

The waiter just looked at him coldly, his mockery deepening: "Our restaurant has clearly marked prices, and we treat everyone fairly. If you can't afford it, you don't have to order it. Nobody's forcing you."

"But now, you either pay!"

"Or I'll call for help!"

"Scream, scream, scream! Are you a dog?!" The sorrowful voice, though seemingly trying to cover up her anger, was trembling with rage.

Two hundred Source Crystals!

Although he now has more than eight million, spending those two hundred is such a waste!

But he doesn't want to cause trouble right now.

The "Mad Dog" gang hasn't gone far. If they cause trouble here and bring them back, then we're really doomed.

Weighing the pros and cons, he could only swallow his anger and bear it.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out a handful of Source Crystals from his pocket, counted out 198 of them, and slammed them, along with the two on the table, onto the table.

"for you!"

Seeing his contorted expression of pain, the waiter made no attempt to hide his contempt.

He slowly put away the Origin Crystal, then spat out a sound.

"He looks poor and has no ability, yet he tries to act like a big shot."

"It's just two bowls of noodles, but look how much he's worried about it."

A burst of laughter came from behind.

"These young punks are getting more and more arrogant. They dare to come anywhere, don't they know? Is this a place for someone like them?"

"I guess he won something good in today's daily lottery, sold a few hundred source crystals, and is now indulging in some revenge spending."

"All I can say is that society is too lenient with these kinds of trash these days."

"Who says otherwise? Dressed so poorly and smelling terrible, I really don't know what's wrong with this store, letting people like this in."

Those contemptuous words, like red-hot needles, pierced the ears that were always trying to conceal their sorrow.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, but without turning his head, he strode toward the restaurant entrance.

They're just a bunch of poor bastards.

A poor bastard who has never even seen what a truly rich person looks like.

A chilling snort escaped his lips, a desperate attempt to conceal his sorrow: "How can a sparrow know the ambitions of a swan? How can a frog at the bottom of a well know how vast the sky is!"

You're kidding me, thinking I'm heartbroken over two hundred Source Crystals?

I have a full eight million eight hundred thousand source crystals in my hands!

Two hundred Source Crystals? That's just a drop in the ocean for me!

"A bunch of trash whose entire bodies probably couldn't even afford 10,000 Source Crystals, dare to laugh at me!"

"Do you know how big a pile of 8.8 million source crystals is?!"

The sorrow was always trying to be concealed, and he silently complained, but the sense of humiliation in his heart did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it became even stronger.

But they dared not stop their steps for a moment, and even walked faster and faster.

Those 8.8 million source crystals were his only source of confidence at this moment, and also the root of all his fears.

This money was obtained through dishonest means.

Now, Jin Buhuan's men, those lunatics from the "Mad Dog" guild, are searching for him all over the world.

In any case, we must let this matter die down first.

He gritted his teeth and tried to comfort himself.

"I'll hold out for a while!"

"It's only 8.8 million source crystals. For a super-rich person like Jin Buhuan who spends money like water, it's probably just the cost of a few meals."

"Maybe you'll be angry for a few days, but you'll forget about it soon enough."

"I'll come out after this storm passes, and then I'll give these snobbish bastards a good thrashing!"

He weaved through several sparsely populated alleys, twisting and turning like a frightened mouse, before finally slipping into an extremely secluded basement on the edge of the safe zone.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron gate closed, cutting off all light and sound from the outside world, and temporarily shutting out his inner panic.

For three days in a row, the melancholy, which was always trying to cover up, did not dare to stay in "Wasteland Era" for even a second longer.

My daily life became extremely routine and agonizing.

He logged on right on time to claim his daily lottery prize.

[Ding! You have received your daily reward: material - Lin Yugui's fingernails.]

The cold system notification sounded, and he quickly stuffed the welfare items into his backpack. Then he immediately opened the world channel and the official forum, frantically refreshing the pages in an almost neurotic state.

He needs to keep an eye on the latest developments of Wasteland Era.

"Mad Dog Guild", "Incomparable Gold", "Inkstone Dot"...

They didn't overlook any related words.

Once he confirms there are no large-scale arrest warrants for him, he immediately logs off, not daring to stay online for even a second longer.

Only by staying in the cold, real world could he feel a faint sense of security.

After all, no matter how vast Wasteland is, the main area where players can move around is only one safe zone.

At least 70% of the players frequent that area, and with so many people around, the risk of being recognized is too high.

The real world is different.

With billions of people in the entire Dragon Kingdom, it's a vast and boundless expanse. Trying to pick him out from this sea of ​​people is practically impossible.

He hid in his cheap rented room, never leaving the house, and lived off takeout.

Anyway, he's not short of money now and can fully enjoy this self-righteous peace.

However, this peace was shattered on the fifth day.

That afternoon, he stood idly by the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to look downstairs.

Several unfamiliar figures were wandering the street below his house.

They seemed to be doing nothing, smoking and chatting, occasionally glancing up at the surrounding residential buildings.

But a sudden pang of sadness, which I was trying to conceal, inexplicably made my heart skip a beat, though I quickly forced myself to calm down.

"Coincidence? It must be a coincidence!"

"Maybe it's a new neighbor, or maybe they're just waiting for someone to pass by."

He comforted himself with this thought and drew the curtains, but those figures lingered in his mind.

On the sixth day, he once again secretly looked out the window.

That group of people is still here.

Although the locations had changed, he still vaguely remembered those faces.

A chill ran up his spine.

No way...

On the seventh day, when the sorrowful figure, trying to conceal his true feelings, once again trembled as he drew back the curtains, his breath caught in his throat.

Just across the street, the man in the black jacket who had appeared the day before yesterday was leaning against a utility pole.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the smoke swirling around him.

The man seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up, glancing casually at the window where the desolation always seemed to be concealed.