Tired, Really Tired...

Just like that, Chu Yao spent over an hour locked in battle with the stupid nickname!

She tried hundreds of names, some chuunibyou, some artsy, some domineering, and even ones like "Cute Little Sweetie," which made her own skin crawl...

The result? Total defeat!

Tired, really tired...

She felt completely hollowed out...

Choosing a name was more exhausting than fighting a cultivator of the same realm...

She finally gave up and sprawled across the stone table, utterly listless. Weakly, she used her spiritual sense to enter a few random words.

"Choosing a Name Is So Hard."

She clicked [Confirm].

[Ding! Nickname changed successfully!]

Chu Yao: "...Heh."

(Chu Yao's inner monologue: ...Bah! This stupid system is definitely doing it on purpose! Is it specifically here to make my life difficult?!)

She fought back the urge to smash the stupid system interface and, expressionless (while ranting madly inside), clicked to accept the invitation to the group that had been flashing all this time.

The group's name was plain and simple—[Myriad Worlds Trading Group 10001].

Was this Myriad Worlds Trading Group number 10001?

Yet when she clicked on it, she found that the group had pitifully few members. Including herself, there were only... seven?

Chu Yao looked at the nearly empty member list, and her anger, which had only just subsided a little, flared up again. She couldn't help demanding aloud (using her spiritual sense), "Weren't all the nicknames taken? That made it sound like there were tons of people! Where are they? Why are there only seven of us?!"

A system window popped up at just the right moment, as concise as ever and tinged with condescending contempt:

[Host level too low.]

Chu Yao looked at the six short Chinese characters and laughed in anger.

There really wasn't a single unnecessary character!

Those six characters were packed with mockery!

Her level was too low?

Heh... fine, just fine!

Once she raised her level, she'd see just who had taken her "Chosen Daughter of Heaven"!

Chu Yao stared at the group chat interface, which had a mere seven members even with her included, grinding her molars as if she were chewing on the bones of some bastard who had taken a nickname she liked.

Seven people! That was it?

And it dared call itself a Myriad Worlds Trading Group?

Even the line at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's cafeteria at mealtime was longer than this!

Her gaze swept over the flashy, pretentious nicknames and prefixes on the member list one by one, like a searchlight:

(Magic Cultivation) Choosing a Name Is So Hard, level 1 (visible only to herself)—Great, that was her. Why did she keep feeling like this nickname made her reek of newbie?

(Western Fantasy Magic) Forbidden Spell Wholesaler—Sounded like an arms dealer.

(Sci-Fi Apocalypse) Abyss Lord—Had the air of a chuunibyou villain boss.

(Ancient Low Martial Arts) How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible!—Could this one be a narcissist straight out of a wuxia story? One thing was certain, though: this person was definitely a transmigrator.

(Primitive Tribe) Lord of the Wilderness—It felt like she could buy fresh beast meat and bone necklaces from him?

(Interstellar Wasteland) Above the Nine Heavens—!!!

(Modern Urban) Everything Can Be Bought—Hmm, this style was very familiar. The fragrance of money hit her in the face.

Chu Yao's gaze was fixed on the nickname "(Interstellar Wasteland) Above the Nine Heavens." Her pupils shook, and a volcano erupted inside her.

Oh, so it was you!

So you're the guy who took "Above the Nine Heavens," the name I racked my brains over but couldn't register?!

Interstellar Wasteland... very good, I'll remember you!

You'd better hope I never get anything on you, or else... heh heh!

She silently marked this plane as a "priority observation target (grudge)."

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