Jiang Buman is an undocumented resident, and not just anywhere: he's an undocumented resident in an infinite game world. While everyone else clears stages and upgrades their gear, he begs on the streets without even a bowl to beg with.
When luck is on his side, Jiang Buman exploits a bug to enter a dungeon in someone else's place. After clearing it, he gets a pittance and lives from one meager meal to the next.
As if things weren't bad enough, the dungeons target him, assigning him overpowered ghosts every time.
He could put up with that, but the worst part is that everyone gets the same breakfast except him. He's short two buns and left with only a cup of soy milk.
Jiang Buman: "Ptooey! Stingy dungeon. If it had a single yuan, it'd shove it between its cheeks and ride it like a bike."
On yet another dungeon run, an absurdly powerful guy showed up and followed him all the way. Among a group of useless teammates, he stood out all the more.
With the pressure greatly reduced, Jiang Buman let out a long breath, thinking he could take a vacation this time. But at the very last moment, the bastard stabbed him straight through the heart.
Jiang Buman, ejected from the dungeon by the protection system: "Damn it!"
He'd worked his ass off and hadn't earned a single cent.
Qi Weiming, one of the beings in charge of ghosts, discovered one day that several dungeons had been slapped with fines. Each fine amounted to half a month's salary, and all had the same explanation:
Someone had cleared the dungeon in violation of the rules.
Qi Weiming immediately sent his subordinates to investigate, but every one of them came back empty-handed. Left with no choice, he personally stepped in and taught the rule-breaker a painful lesson.
He thought the culprit would learn to behave, but a few days later he received another fine. An entire dungeon had been burned down, and the penalty was half a year's salary.
Qi Weiming: "..." Excellent. Just excellent.
After finishing his mischief, Jiang Buman swaggered off. Then, in the next dungeon, he ran into that traitor again.
Enemies meeting again saw red. One man and one ghost turned the dungeon upside down. Seeing the money about to slip away yet again, Jiang Buman hurriedly called a halt.
Jiang Buman: "I never did anything to you. Why are you so determined to come after me?"
Qi Weiming: "I've spent the past year paying fines because of you."
Jiang Buman: "What?"
After finally figuring out what had happened, Jiang Buman's mind whirred. He slapped his palm and said, "Why don't you join as a player? That way, you can keep an eye on me and get a clear reward too. I know all about being an undocumented resident. I'll teach you how to exploit bugs."
Qi Weiming: "What?" Was that even reasonable? But... maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
Little scenes:
Jiang Buman looked at the house reduced to rubble and nudged Qi Weiming with his elbow. "You did this. It'll come out of your pay."
Qi Weiming sneered. "You blew up the well first."
Jiang Buman: "Then I'll pay one part and you pay nine. That's my final offer."
Qi Weiming: "You steal my breakfast, sell my items, dump three burdens on me, and now you have the nerve to ask me for money!?"
Jiang Buman: "Bullshit! You were the one who acted on your own first."
Qi Weiming: "When did I ever say I'd listen to you?"
The two were arguing heatedly when a female ghost appeared nearby, completely ignored. With bloodshot eyes, she spoke in a chilling voice: "My leg..."
Jiang Buman and Qi Weiming glared at her in unison and said together, "Shut up!"
Female ghost: Sob, sob, sob.
After breaking the rules too many times, Jiang Buman and Qi Weiming were punished together. They were tossed into a tiny room, the sort where they couldn't get out without making close contact.
Jiang Buman shuffled over to Qi Weiming, his ears turning red. "Um... you'll have to put up with this for a moment."
Qi Weiming's face was expressionless, but his hands clenched at his sides.
Jiang Buman cleared his throat and said shyly, "Open your mouth."
Qi Weiming's lips moved. He opened his mouth slightly, and the next moment, Jiang Buman shoved his hand in with lightning speed.
Qi Weiming: "Gag, "
"Hey, bear with it. I was going to stick it up your nose, but I was worried we weren't close enough." Jiang Buman fidgeted bashfully. "After all, mine isn't that short."
Qi Weiming caught on instantly. "...Don't expect me to split my reward with you this time."
"Huh!?" Jiang Buman was willing to humble himself. "It's short! Mine's short, okay!"
* Qi Weiming is the top, a pure and innocent male ghost top (not).
* Both are virgins, one-on-one, happy ending.
* The blurb has been archived.
Theme: Survival of the fittest
