Mickey's Ambition

They say a debt-free life is a light one.

Over the next few days, Lan Qingyou spent her time constantly brewing potions.

Mana Potion, Healing Potion, Attribute Potion, Luminous Potion.

In short, Lan Qingyou just wanted to pay off all her external debts as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the fifth day, when Li Huai's injuries had fully healed, that Lan Qingyou finally cleared all her debts.

Although brewing medicine was a basic skill for an alchemist, it was still exhausting to do it day after day.

Even though Lan Qingyou wanted to take a good rest, she couldn't.

She still had a Medicine Bag and a dagger to maintain, so daily brewing was a necessity.

However, stealing a moment of leisure to pet the Steel Wool was still quite delightful.

But one thing kept lingering in the minds of Lan Qingyou and all the other Survivors.

Initially, they had gone through a seven-day Novice Protection Period, followed by a seven-day period of Mana Turbulence.

Next came the appearance of a large number of devilish creatures and bloody slaughter.

Although everyone was busy to the point of exhaustion, no one had forgotten the seven-day cycle rule.

While it wasn't certain if this pattern was correct, everyone was actively preparing for what might happen next.

Food, water, firewood, and the like.

Although Lan Qingyou's Luminous Potion could provide them with a week of light, she was too lazy to make many of them, and to make matters worse, the bulk of them were being scalped at sky-high prices by that guy Shang Chuan.

Even if Lan Qingyou weren't lazy, she alone couldn't supply the needs of several thousand people.

Therefore, firewood—or more accurately, timber—had become a necessity for many.

Lan Qingyou had even seen miners selling coal at the Trading Post.

However, when the week passed, aside from the occasional roars of devilish creatures in the night, all that remained were the creatures occasionally scratching at the Magic Protective Shield of one's Shelter.

"Damn, they're here again."

"What species is it this time?"

"Copper Bell Cat."

"Ahhhhh, that thing! It scared the hell out of me the first time I saw it."

"Tell me about it. Those eyes, as big as copper bells, glowing in the dark—it really gives you the creeps."

"Hahaha, go for it! Such a good opportunity, go out and take it down. It's at least an E-Rank Devilish Creature Crystal Core."

"I feel like there are two or three of them prowling outside. Why don't you go?"

"Forget it, I don't want to provoke those vengeful bastards."

"23333"

I don't know if it's because most people in District 666 are criminals, or if everyone has just gotten used to it, but Lan Qingyou always felt that the chat logs in the Regional Channel and the World Channel were like two different worlds.

Even after more than half a month, there were still many people on the World Channel who couldn't adapt to life in this magic-filled different world.

But these guys in District 666 even treated the devilish creatures attacking their Shelter's Magic Protective Shield at night as a topic of conversation.

Then again, it made sense.

They were a bunch of vicious criminals to begin with; how could their adaptability not be strong?

After more than half a month, those who couldn't adapt had basically kicked the bucket.

And those who did adapt were now gathering together in ways Lan Qingyou couldn't even imagine.

For instance, Giant Mickey.

"So, you're saying you still haven't found Lan Qingyou's whereabouts?"

Mickey sat behind a desk made of genuine leather, looking at the person standing opposite him.

At this moment, his Shelter had reached Level 3 after two upgrades, and its area had expanded significantly to about 180 square meters.

With the efforts of his underlings, the 'Agency' was not only taking shape but had also been furnished with quite a few pieces of furniture.

That was how the desk and chair in front of him had come to be.

"Godfather, we've tried our best. According to information from our informant at Shang Chuan's place, Lan Qingyou rarely goes out now. Even the water she uses for brewing potions is bought from Shang Chuan. Plus, Machine Gun Jacksey's men have been sniping ours; four of our people are already dead."

"Enough! Maner! I didn't bring you here to listen to your excuses. A plan—I need you to come up with an effective plan!"

A fierce look appeared on Giant Mickey's face, as if he were consumed by rage.

However, the next second, after letting out a long breath, the angry expression on his face vanished completely.

"Put the matter of Lan Qingyou aside for now. There's no Mana Turbulence this week; let's take out that son of a bitch Jacksey first. We'll deal with her after we've removed our biggest threat."

"I understand, Godfather."

With Mickey's words, Maner felt much more at ease.

He turned around and went to rally people to deal with Machine Gun Jacksey.

After all, compared to someone like Lan Qingyou, who lived in seclusion and hid away somewhere to refine medicine, those West Coast monkeys led by Machine Gun Jacksey were much easier to find.

In any case, he would finish the job with Machine Gun Jacksey beautifully first.

Actually, if he could, Maner wouldn't want to work for a boss like Mickey either.

Everyone had been forcibly teleported to this other world, and everything had essentially been reset, so why should he still be ordering them around?

However, despite the resentment in his heart, Maner—or rather, all of Mickey's subordinates—could not resist him.

The reason was simple: they had all been dragged here by Mickey's talent.

Originally, they had all been struggling in different districts.

But within two days, when they woke up, they discovered that their Shelters had been pulled from other districts to District 666.

Furthermore, their Shelters had been forcibly seized by Mickey's talent.

You could choose not to work for Mickey, but that meant you would lose your Shelter.

In this dangerous other world, staying outside for a single night was enough to get them killed three times over, so if they didn't want to die, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and board Mickey's pirate ship.

No one knew how Mickey did it, as a talent was everyone's greatest trump card.

But one thing was certain: Mickey held the power of life and death over them.

However, because there were so many people, the concentration of resources allowed Mickey's Shelter to upgrade rapidly and provide them with protection.

Other Shelters that hadn't upgraded had already been overturned when the Mana Turbulence arrived last week.

Watching Maner's departing back, Mickey let out a cold snort.

That damned cotton-picker Machine Gun Jacksey; if he hadn't been leading people to mess with him behind his back, he might have already found Shang Chuan through that informant, and consequently found Lan Qingyou.

There was no helping it; he had been blacklisted, along with many others who had taken his bribes to squeeze Lan Qingyou.

That little girl didn't just move fast; she was exceptionally ruthless, not even saying a word before launching an attack with zero-frame startup.

It made an old hand like him feel very passive.

Because of Lan Qingyou's blacklisting, many people didn't even dare to take his jobs anymore.

Except for that old guy York, when had he, Mickey, ever suffered such an insult!?

Damn it!

Wasn't it said that people from the Dragon Country respected the old and cherished the young!

How did it change when it came to him?

Or was that little girl actually some kind of underworld figure?

Forget it, regardless of anything else, once I catch that little girl, I, Mickey, will definitely make her understand what it means to respect the old and cherish the young.

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