What Heavenless Heretic Lost

Bai Zhi spent 250 Game Coins to purchase five Rare Level Equipment from Zither-Drum Harmony.

Equipment that is so badly damaged and shows as unrepairable is basically useless; it's safe to say it just takes up space in your Inventory.

Among everyone, Zither-Drum Harmony, who earns ten points every day, is undoubtedly the richest woman, so she also gets the most junk from the Mysterious Shop.

Therefore, PrayerUnderDreams and Heavenless Heretic made no attempt to hide their envy. After clearing her throat, PrayerUnderDreams passionately gathered around the Zither-Drum Harmony ensemble and began singing the Legendary Song of the Rich Lady...

Watching Zither-Drum Harmony and beaten by PrayerUnderDreams, who was enraged and carrying a chair, Bai Zhi seriously suspected that the other party had some masochistic tendencies. Earlier at the dinner table, she had also said something about husband and wife, which was Night Owl...

"Hmm? Is there something on my face?"

Seeing Bai Zhi suddenly turn his head to look at him, Night Owl reached out and touched his cheek, slightly puzzled.

No, it's nothing.

Bai Zhi turned his head nonchalantly and looked into the Mysterious Shop.

He had previously used his points to try his luck in the lottery, but all he got were useless items or common- Level Equipment; he didn't get a single Rare Level Equipment.

He did manage to draw a Skill Card, but it turned out to be an extremely frustrating one—a "Savior bank" type Skill that just heals and charges the opponent's health from a book...

With the last person, Heavenless Heretic, walking out of the Mysterious Shop, the trip to the Mysterious Shop came to an end. It was only around 2 PM.

Because of their traumatic experience at noon, no one wanted to go back to the Entertainment Area for a while. Just passing by the Movie Theater would remind them of what happened at noon, making them feel nauseous... even though they had already vomited everything out of their stomachs.

However, the Supermarket naturally provided places to rest, but since there were only a few of them in the entire huge Store, coupled with those mannequins with exposed bones, the atmosphere here was slightly eerie for a moment.

However, in the past few days, everyone has experienced a lot, and even the most timid Night Owl has not shown any discomfort with this environment.

Some people were resting on the Sofa like Heavenless Heretic, while others were flipping through books borrowed from the Library like Night Owl. Everything seemed unusually calm and peaceful.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, a violent storm is brewing...

"Let's play cards!!"

After lying on the Sofa for a while, PrayerUnderDreams, unable to calm down, suddenly sat up.

"Don't you guys think this atmosphere is too dull? I remember there's Mahjong in the entertainment industry, how about we play Mahjong!"

"Sure, could you also bring me a bottle of Herbal Tea?"

Bai Zhi turned to a new page in his book and answered without looking up.

"I want orange juice... never mind, I'll Cola then."

The Night Owl glanced at the person beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Two Apple, please."

The Zither-Drum Harmony, and the speaker nodded with a hint of humility.

"Bring me a fruit platter, and while you're at it, grab a few bottles of wine for me too."

He occupied a Sofa all by himself, turned over, and Heavenless Heretic.

"... That's enough."

Listening to the requests made by others one after another, PrayerUnderDreams felt as if she had returned to the time when she left her Dormitory in college and saw those Brutes calling her "Dad" one after another, begging her to bring them food...

"Let's play a word chain game. Whoever can't continue can take the next one. That makes perfect sense."

Bai Zhi closed the book in his hand.

"Since you were the one who proposed this, let's start with you, proceeding clockwise one by one."

"Idiom chain game..."

PrayerUnderDreams glanced at Bai Zhi, who was right next to her, and her face immediately darkened.

Can I request a change of seat?

"Sure."

Bai Zhi stood up from the Sofa, seemingly unconcerned, and switched places with Night Owl.

"Is this alright now?"

"... share weal and woe."

"Persuasive and earnest advice"

"Heart to heart"

"Adapt to local conditions"

"Should..."

Seeing the Night Owl clearly struggling, Bai Zhi whispered something in his ear.

"Uh... one is worth two."

Night Owl cast a sympathetic glance at PrayerUnderDreams and spoke weakly.

... Then PrayerUnderDreams's face immediately darkened.

"That doesn't count. You can even whisper to each other? Try again!!"

"Okay, then let's start with you."

Bai Zhi shrugged indifferently.

"In detail!!"

"Most likely."

"I would rather die than regret it."

"Reputation is mixed."

"Uh... one is worth two."

The sympathy in the Night Owl's eyes grew even stronger.

PrayerUnderDreams: "..."

"Fine, I'll go with you to get it. I doubt you can carry it all by yourself anyway."

He rubbed his forehead, Heavenless Heretic both amused and exasperated, and got up from the Sofa.

"... You did this on purpose?"

Seeing PrayerUnderDreams walking dejectedly towards the door, and Shen Wutianxie following behind her with a Heavenless Heretic smile, seemingly trying to comfort her, Zither-Drum Harmony's eyes twitched slightly. He turned to look at Bai Zhi and Night Owl.

... She now truly felt that the adjective PrayerUnderDreams had used at the dinner table was absolutely apt.

"He told me to just take on the work of two people."

Pointing to Bai Zhi beside him, who was nonchalantly continuing to read with his head down, the Night Owl looked completely innocent.

The Zither-Drum Harmony: "..."

With the departure of Heavenless Heretic and PrayerUnderDreams, the entire Supermarket returned to its initial calm.

--Of course, on the surface.

"Hey, is it really okay to leave Heavenless Heretic and PrayerUnderDreams alone like this?"

The Night Owl leaned closer to Bai Zhi and whispered anxiously.

"All the clues we found before pointed to..."

"As I said, we can't just look at the surface of things; we have to see through the phenomena to the essence."

With a slight pout, Bai Zhi turned to a new page in the book in his hand.

"Heavenless Heretic is like this, PrayerUnderDreams is like this, Zither-Drum Harmony is the same. You told me before not to underestimate you and treat you like a vase, but aren't you treating PrayerUnderDreams like a vase now?"

"Of course I know these principles, but..."

The Night Owl still seemed hesitant, with a conflicted expression on his face.

"... But Zither-Drum Harmony really is just a pretty face, after all, she was taken down so easily..."

The sound of zithers and drums, which were being eavesdropped on nearby, rang out. "???"

Wait a minute, what kind of bizarre topic are you two talking about!? Who got fucked!?

Before Zheng Zither-Drum Harmony could even voice his question after only overhearing a few words, a loud crashing sound suddenly came from a nearby shop, startling him.

Be careful.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the shop, Bai Zhi frowned slightly and stood up from the Sofa.

"Shall we go take a look?"

Unconsciously, she also stood up, turned her head to look at the shop that had returned to quiet, Night Owl softly.

In the Store where no one else was present, a strange sound suddenly came from a nearby shop, especially in such an eerie environment... Anyone would have to be careful.

"Of course, running away will only hasten your death."

Bai Zhi glanced back at the Night Owl following behind him, and at Zither-Drum Harmony, who also stood up from the Sofa with a look of surprise and uncertainty. Bai Zhi noncommittal.

Their resting place was located in the very center of the Store, only a dozen meters away from the shop that had made the strange noise. However, out of caution, it took them almost half a minute to walk that short distance.

When they finally arrived at the shop entrance and looked inside, Night Owl and Zither-Drum Harmony Ming were immediately filled with disbelief, and even a hint of fear.

Inside the shop, on the floor, lay Heavenless Heretic, whose skin was stiff and face contorted from being dead for some time, his Tailcoat stained with blood.

... What he lost at the Store was actually his own body.