Write Your Name, Meet Your Death

Write Your Name, Meet Your Death

Though the taste was strange, Yan Jiayu still finished the jelly Potion, then tossed two fried insect pupae into her mouth. She even enthusiastically recommended them to Xu Huo. "The fried pupae burst with juice when you bite into them. They're sweet and refreshing, and they taste great. Even my master loves them."

Xu Huo eyed the pupae, which were clearly from some kind of mutated insect, and tried one without changing expression. "Not bad."

Yan Jiayu gave him two bags. "These are much better than dry rations. I've heard some people get stuck in Random Instances for ten days or half a month. Having something tasty makes it easier to bear."

If someone hadn't cleared an instance after ten days or half a month, they probably wouldn't even have the appetite to eat, let alone care how anything tasted.

Yan Jiayu, however, didn't seem worried about that.

They walked around the Mall. Yan Jiayu mostly bought snacks, Potions, and odd little gadgets that weren't expensive. Xu Huo bought some food along with her, then picked up a few weapons.

Firearms couldn't be brought into the Station, but they could come in handy during their two days in District 009.

They left the Mall in less than half a day. Just then, the giant screens along the street began broadcasting a large-scale fight between players. Xu Huo suggested they go take a look. Yan Jiayu produced a hot-air balloon Artifact, and the two of them flew straight to the scene.

Live broadcasts weren't exclusive to player organizations. Organizations chose fights they were likely to win and broadcast them to show off their strength and raise their profile, attracting more players to join them. Unaffiliated players were more casual about it. They tended to gather