Magic Farm 69
by CristaeChapter 69: Out Like a Light
As soon as “My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven” spoke, the Pantheon members who had been loudly cursing in the regional channel fell instantly silent.
Even players with no connection to Pantheon grew inexplicably quiet.
The entire channel was shrouded in a complex, uneasy atmosphere.
Everyone had seen the effect of the Positioning Teleportation Scroll. At a time like this, for a top-ranked player like “My Fate” to suddenly appear and demand to buy it in such a domineering way—what was he planning?
Many couldn’t help but wonder if they’d ever offended this big shot.
Those Pantheon players who had been so brazen just moments ago were now full of regret.
Then, an ID broke the silence.
[Desiring to Pluck the Moon from the Ninth Heaven: My Fate, you’re so generous. May I ask, after buying the scroll, what do you intend to do with it?]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: @Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu.]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: Just want to visit an old friend. Haven’t you all wanted to meet your friends after so long in the Survival Game?]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: @Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu.]
Though his words were casual, his tone was so forceful it was intimidating. When the player who’d posted the Positioning Teleportation Scroll didn’t respond, he just kept calling him out.
No one believed he simply wanted to “see a friend.”
[Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu: My Fate, I’d like to use this scroll myself. I have a friend in our region too.]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: Two pieces of excellent equipment. Deal?]
[Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu: I really want to keep it for myself.]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: One epic equipment.]
Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu fell silent for a long time.
01 Survival Squad:
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: What is this guy trying to do? Is he crazy? No matter how special the scroll is, it’s not worth an epic equipment.]
[Serenity Brings Distance: He’s trying to intimidate. See how after he announced he wanted to buy it, not a single Pantheon player dared speak?]
[Brother Tu Mu: Intimidation is one thing, but I’m worried about something else. If a powerful top-ranked player gets this item, who wouldn’t be afraid?]
[Brother Tu Mu: Let’s be honest, in the Survival Game, killing people is the same as killing monsters—no one cares. If someone uses this to teleport to someone else’s shelter and rob them, who’s going to stop it? You think the Survival Game will step in?]
[I Love Survival Game: Didn’t the item say you have to apply for access to the other person’s shelter? If you don’t want someone to come, just refuse, right?]
The group went quiet.
[Brother Tu Mu: That’s true, but who wouldn’t be scared?]
[Brother Tu Mu: Game master, since it’s just us here, I’ll be blunt. I’m a little worried that My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven’s target is you.]
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: Me too…]
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: “See a friend”? Who’s he fooling? What kind of friend is worth an epic equipment?]
[Serenity Brings Distance: I haven’t dealt with him much, so I can’t judge. But with items like this appearing, who knows what other strange things might show up in the future. Everyone should be careful.]
Ever since Qi Yu had sent out gifts, the 01 Survival Squad’s bond seemed to have been threaded together by an invisible string, growing much closer.
Or perhaps, just more ordinary, more like daily life.
Before, everyone mostly discussed regional news or trades.
Now, sometimes they just chatted about everyday things.
[I Love Survival Game: Me? Why?]
He quickly understood what they meant.
[I Love Survival Game: Because I became number one?]
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: More than that. You didn’t just take his three number ones, you’ve embarrassed Pantheon so many times.]
[Serenity Brings Distance: Small correction—being number one isn’t anyone’s property; it belongs to whoever’s capable. My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven didn’t just get lucky—he got the first kill when he entered the game, and that gave him a head start.]
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: Right, right, I just meant, it’s not like you really stole anything from him.]
[I Love Survival Game: It’s fine. I’m not afraid.]
Even if he really was the target, he could just refuse—might as well see how the item worked.
If refusal wasn’t possible, then anyone unwelcome in his territory would be met by a fully charged advanced magic energy tower, the regular energy towers, and his team of alchemical puppets.
Regional channel.
No one believed that the unremarkable Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu could resist the temptation of an epic equipment.
My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven thought so too.
He was doing it on purpose.
Lately, the Pantheon players had been running wild, and all those posts in the regional channel praising “I Love Survival Game” were like needles, making him itch all over.
When the Positioning Teleportation Scroll appeared, he knew his chance had come.
He’d wanted to DM Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu immediately, but Xiao Xiao De Lao Zi stopped him, telling him to speak up in the main chat.
[Xiao Xiao De Lao Zi: Boss, the guild players have been getting out of hand lately. If you announce in the main chat that you’re buying the scroll, I guarantee no one will dare say another word.]
My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven thought it over and immediately understood.
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: You really have a good head on your shoulders.]
Xiao Xiao De Lao Zi rolled his eyes in his own shelter. Being praised by an idiot like this brought no satisfaction at all.
Sure enough, seeing the regional channel instantly go quiet, My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven felt immensely pleased.
This feeling, of everyone avoiding his edge, was simply too satisfying.
He deliberately @’d Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu again, and this time, the other replied.
[Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu: Sorry, My Fate, I’m not selling.]
[Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu: I have a really good friend, and I want to keep this scroll to visit him.]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: Think carefully. This is epic equipment. If you hadn’t been the only one to get it so far, even ten of these scrolls wouldn’t be worth one epic item.]
[My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven: What kind of friend is worth seeing for an epic equipment?]
Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu’s palms were slick with sweat.
He knew the value of epic equipment, and he didn’t even have such a “friend.”
My Fate had made it clear: what friend is worth an epic item? So everything he’d said before was just an excuse.
So, what did the region’s number two want with this scroll?
To kill and loot?
He was an honest man, always the good kid in his parents’ eyes, going to school, getting a stable government job.
People called him dull, but he thought a peaceful life was just fine.
After joining the Survival Game, he adapted quickly—chopping wood, exploring the forest, opening equipment, building his shelter bit by bit. Working by day, sleeping soundly at night—life was good.
My Fate’s attitude was too aggressive, not even bothering with a decent excuse.
If he’d sold it without knowing anything, that would be one thing, but now, feeling the malice so clearly, Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu dared not sell and didn’t want to.
If one day he learned that this scroll had cost someone their life, he’d never forgive himself.
A drama that had drawn the attention of the entire region ended in a whimper.
If this were a real play, the audience would be cursing the anticlimax and demanding refunds.
But in the Survival Game, many players breathed a sigh of relief that “My Fate Is Not Up to Heaven” hadn’t managed to buy the Positioning Teleportation Scroll.
[Afraid to Open My Eyes: This Shi Wu Bu Shi Wu really has willpower. If it were me, I’m not sure I could resist that temptation.]
Epic equipment—most people had never even seen it.
Though it hadn’t been sold, the sudden appearance of this item left a shadow on many hearts, and the price of shelter defense items skyrocketed on the trading page.
At a time like this, Brother Tu Mu didn’t even want Qi Yu to sell energy towers anymore.
Now, only a handful in their small group knew the game master had the blueprints and could mass-produce them.
Even Need a Little Money to Save the World only knew he had energy towers, not the full story.
[Brother Tu Mu: With this teleportation item out there, people are restless. Who knows who else might get one? Game master, you’re first on all three leaderboards—everyone’s target. I suggest you keep the energy towers hidden as a trump card.]
If someone with ill intent came after him, it could be a deadly surprise.
[I Love Survival Game: Thanks for the reminder, I understand.]
His trip to Golden Cave City had earned him a fortune. Since he couldn’t buy the advanced elemental array, his gold balance was still healthy.
With the advanced magic energy tower and regular towers fully charged, the shelter’s defensive shortcoming was completely solved—he really lacked for nothing now.
Whether or not he sold energy towers made little difference to him.
A notification popped up on his game panel, reminding him that the proceeds from selling Screaming Lily-of-the-Valley had been in the trading section for over 24 hours and should be collected.
Forty thousand Screaming Lily-of-the-Valley, 800,000 units of wood.
A standard warehouse could hold 100,000 units; he’d already stored 100,000 units from previous sales, so there was room for another 100,000.
His advanced backpack, with 450 slots cleared, could hold about 450,000 units.
That still left 250,000 units with nowhere to go.
Qi Yu opened the Magic Association shop and searched [Storage Items], and a long list appeared:
[Basic Space Ring: Storage item, capacity 100 slots, 999 units per slot. Price: 200 gold coins.]
[Advanced Space Ring: Storage item, capacity 500 slots, 999 units per slot. Price: 500 gold coins. Can change form.]
Qi Yu didn’t hesitate, bought an advanced space ring, and stored all the remaining wood inside.
So now, he was carrying nearly 700,000 units of wood at all times.
A strange idea popped into Qi Yu’s mind: if he ever found himself at a disadvantage in a fight, could he just drop all 700,000 units of wood on the enemy and crush them to death?
He shook his head, banishing the odd thought.
He took out parchment and magic potions.
Though he wasn’t worried about anyone invading his shelter thanks to the teleportation scroll, it never hurt to be prepared.
He began inscribing magic scrolls one after another.
Fifty Fireball scrolls, thirty Water Arrow scrolls, thirty Wind Blade scrolls.
Though these were only first-level spells, they were all single-target attacks, and with enough mana, their damage was considerable for basic magic.
Next, he inscribed thirty Blessing scrolls.
Seventy scrolls remained.
For area attacks, he made twenty Meteor Fire Shower scrolls; for wood magic, twenty Plant Prison scrolls; for life magic, thirty Guardian Shield scrolls.
A thick stack of scrolls covered the entire table. Qi Yu, thoroughly satisfied, looked up from his work to find it was already dark.
He got up instinctively to turn on the wall lamp, but a sudden wave of weakness swept through his body.
Thud.
He didn’t even have time to steady himself on the table. His vision went black, and he collapsed, out like a light.