99% Death Rate? I Speedran It in Five Minutes on a Three-Wheeler

They think I’m a walking divine-grade loot box, the only living target on the speedrun leaderboard.

(I adjust the handlebars of my beloved tricycle.)

In reality, I’m just a wage worker trying to break records and clock out early.

They think I’m risking my life to climb the rankings. Actually, I’m stealing boss skills and expanding my monster goon squad.

They think the whole server is hunting me down and I could die at any moment. Actually, I’m renting out summoned beasts, and business is booked through next month.

They think I must be crazy to enter an S-rank instance alone. Actually, that’s the [Inner World] I just synthesized, my own private domain!

When the leader of the server’s number-one guild demands furiously, “Qi Xu! What exactly are you trying to do?!”

Me (glancing at my watch): “What am I doing? Speedrunning, obviously. Otherwise, I’ll miss the 20% off dinner deal at the highway rest stop.”

Him: “...”

Everyone: “...”

(Damn it, she’s showing off again!)

Only later do they realize, in despair, that I’ve already turned this hopeless highway, with its 99% death rate, into a toll-charging amusement park.

And I’m the only rule.