I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

But—she didn't pay.

Qi Ye paused in his steps.

You should know that although he just gave the light cone to Xing, as long as Xing does not pay the price.

This transaction is invalid in the system.

The light cone is still nominally his.

Even after the countdown ends, the binding will still be forced.

He turned to look at the stars.

"Stars."

"Ok?"

Is the light cone any good?

"Not bad." Xing pointed to the top of her head. "It's quite interesting that I can see your favorability rating."

"That's good."

Qi Ye rubbed his hands together, his smile becoming extremely professional.

"Then let's talk about the fees."

Xing tilted her head.

"Look,"

Qi Ye cleared his throat and adopted the demeanor of a serious businessman.

"This light cone originally cost 102,000 credits."

But since you just lost your memory, I'll give you a discount: 120,000.

Honest and fair dealing, genuine products at fair prices.

Of course, if you don't have the money, you can replace it with something worth 120,000 credits!

Xing blinked and suddenly put on a pitiful act.

"Good person~, I have no money~"

Qi Ye's smile froze for a moment.

Not a single credit point?

"Not a single one."

"I only just remembered what my own name is."

He had nothing on him except this shirt and this baseball bat.

Qi Ye fell silent.

He had so carelessly forgotten about it.

I glanced at the gray baseball bat on Xing's shoulder, then at her empty pockets.

I glanced at the countdown timer flashing on my system panel.

Several options flashed through his mind quickly.

The system rules are clearly written.

Gifts and sales at a low price are invalid; the consideration must be voluntarily paid by the buyer.

Or they could barter, using baseball bats to settle debts.

But the baseball bat is Xing's exclusive weapon, and taking it away would be equivalent to crippling her combat ability, something he couldn't do.

"wait."

Xing suddenly raised his hand, interrupting his internal struggle.

She stared at the corner of the corridor ahead, her eyes shining.

"There's something glowing over there."

Qi Ye followed her gaze but saw nothing.

What is emitting light?

"The radiance of a treasure."

Xing was unusually excited and charged forward with his baseball bat on his shoulder.

"I'll pay you after I snatch it!"

"and many more"

Qi Ye reached out to grab her, but grasped at empty air.

Xing has already rushed out.

She could run much faster than she could walk.

She suddenly turned at the corner, and Qiye and Sanyueqi chased after her.

She was already crouching in front of a silver box.

It was a metal suitcase that looked quite valuable.

Xing squatted in front of the box, her hands on her knees, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent.

"I'm rich now," she said, her eyes shining.

Before Qi Ye could speak, Xing had already reached out and opened the combination lock.

The box popped open, and she excitedly lifted the lid.

There was only one little girl inside.

She was curled up in the suitcase, hugging her knees, her whole body huddled into a small ball.

The moment the box lid was opened, she shuddered violently.

"No, don't eat me..."

"I... I don't taste good... You can take all the compressed biscuits in the box... Please don't eat me..."

March 7th's expression froze on his face, and Danheng silently put away his spear.

Qi Ye looked down at the shivering little girl in the suitcase and opened her mouth.

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin complaining.

The antimatter legion attacked the space station, and the kid probably panicked and stuffed himself into his suitcase.

I don't know how long they've been hiding inside, their white uniforms are all crumpled up.

Xing's expression was the most interesting.

The expectation turned into disappointment, like the resentment of being owed eight million.

She looked down at the shivering little girl in the box and remained silent for a moment.

Then she silently took the baseball bat off her shoulder, stood it in front of the little girl, and looked like a mafia boss.

"Hey, hand over 120,000 credits now."

The little girl trembled even more violently.

"Otherwise, we'll all die."

Xing's words, coupled with her expressionless face and the baseball bat in her hand, were incredibly impactful.

The little girl's eyes filled with tears, and she finally burst into tears with a "waaaah".

"I have no money—!! I'm just an intern—!! I haven't been paid yet—!!"

On March 7th, a general was dragged to the back, along with his baseball bat and the man.

He crouched down and frantically comforted the little girl in the box:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, she's just joking! We're not bad people! We're from the Starry Sky Train! We're here to rescue you!"

Qi Ye stood aside and looked at the little girl who was crying her eyes out.

Then she looked at Xing, who was being pulled by the back of her collar by March 7th, her face filled with the thought that her treasure was gone.

"Stars."

"Ok?"

"This is the treasure you were talking about?"

Xing looked down at the little girl who was still sobbing in the box, then looked up at Qi Ye.

A rare hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Then she silently put the bat away, took a half step back, and whispered...

"We'll have money if we sell that little guy!"

Chapter 9 Stealing

When Xing said this, his expression was so serious that he didn't seem to be joking.

She even turned her head slightly to take a closer look at the little girl in the suitcase.

His gaze swept from head to toe, his eyes looking exactly like he was appraising something.

The little girl trembled under her gaze and shrank closer to March 7th's arms.

"I'm worthless! I just got promoted! I haven't even finished paying my social security!"

"It's okay, I'm not picky."

Xing crouched down.

"You can pay me back with your body."

The little girl's eyes widened, her entire face filled with fear of the word "sexual repayment."

She clutched March 7th's sleeve tightly, and asked in a low voice, her voice trembling with tears:

"Sister...are you really here for rescue? Or are you here to traffic people?"

March 7th gently patted the little girl's back while turning her head to glare fiercely at Xing.

Qiye finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He looked at Xing, who was squatting on the ground with a matter-of-fact expression, and felt a little confused.

"wait."

He pointed at the stars, his expression as if he had swallowed something he couldn't get rid of.

"Didn't you have amnesia? How do you still know the term 'sexual repayment'?"

Xing stood up and slung the baseball bat over his shoulder.

Instead of answering directly, she looked at Qiye with an expression as if he were an idiot.

"I have amnesia, but I'm not mentally disabled."

Qi Ye choked for a moment.

"Is this the only vocabulary you retained from the part of your memory that you didn't lose?"

"It still preserves how to identify good people."

Xing raised a finger and pointed to his head.

When she spoke of good people, she moved her finger from her own head to Qiye, and then tapped his chest.

Qi Ye looked down at the finger poking her chest and expressionlessly brushed it away.

Thank you for your high praise.

But can you tell me first, do you have amnesia, or have you simply forgotten everything you don't want to remember?

"Of course it's amnesia."