Selling Game Items to Pay Off My Loan

Rumor has it that all you need to do to make money in an infinite game is risk your life. Shen Ou says: That's all a lie!

Make money in the game, spend it in the game. Don't expect a penny to go home.

Entering an instance costs money, food and drink cost money, medical treatment costs money. Everywhere she turns, she has to pay. Unlike the other big players who get richer with every fight, the more missions she takes on, the poorer she gets.

Shen Ou counts her debts on her fingers. “I'll never pay it off. There's no way I'll ever pay it off!”

A flyer floats right into her face. It advertises loans in huge letters.

She opens a shop selling rare items and game buffs at the transit station leading to the game world.

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“Want to take on three opponents at once? Want to fly through the skies, burrow underground, and command the masses!?”

“Our shop has everything you need to get around the game world without a hitch.”

A player with a jade token that should command three hundred zombies smashes up the shop and demands a refund!

Player: “Give me my money back! Not a single zombie listened to me!”

Shen Ou: “Could it be that, well, you were dealing with the living dead?”

She hires scalpers as shop assistants, runs marketing campaigns on a massive scale, and scours every corner for bargains.

Player: “Refund! Your Indian flatbread won't fly at all! I got chased around the food-themed instance and mocked by the NPCs!”

Shen Ou: “How can that be? You must have been using it wrong.”

Her reputation is impossible to manage, and there are so many headaches that she feels like she's about to develop breast nodules.

All she wanted was to run a little shop, earn some pocket money, and maybe trade it for a different debt. So why is everything getting more and more out of hand!?

[Deep black interface: You have become a Hidden One. Your gameplay and missions are classified.]

Shen Ou: “Why not just classify me, too?”

A gang of thugs rises to power, and the players scatter in every direction.

Players sprint for their lives. “Those lunatics are right behind us!”

Shen Ou holds her ground, selling gear to both sides.

She patiently lectures a thug with a blood-scarred face: “If you're going to chop someone up, use a cleaver! That kitchen knife of yours is so dull. Buy this one I've sharpened!”

Then she catches up with the players fleeing for their lives.

“Brand-new luck buff! Guaranteed to help you dodge pursuers and keep your good fortune going!”

“Want to try some?”

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At first, all she wanted was to make money and pay off her debts. Greed makes people ugly.

Money, power: she wanted it all.

And one day, even this little stir of trouble was noticed by an inspector tasked with maintaining order in the world.

He disguised himself as a mysterious game player and went undercover to catch her in the act.

“I'm sorry, but you've broken the rules.”

The cold wind ruffled Shen Ou's short hair as she swung an iron baseball bat and smashed the guard's head.

The prison gate was forcibly unlocked. Inside was an inspector who had been locked up.

She asked:

“Who broke the rules? Never heard of them.”

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Reading guide:

1. The heroine grows as a person, always on the lookout for business opportunities and testing the limits.

2. She opens a shop in an infinite world, and may end up inside the instances as well.

3. A strong team-up.

Theme: A gentleman loves money, but earns it by proper means.