Talk About Social Death

"Welcome to Gracie Clinic!" The voice that suddenly drifted from the shadows startled Fang Chang so badly that he nearly drew his gun. Looking closer, he realized the speaker was a mannequin in the display window. It had an utterly bland face, two red stones for eyes, and two wooden slats slapdashly pasted on as a mouth. Like an antique marionette, it lurked in the dark, damp corner. Standing beside him, Dolly stifled a giggle and quipped, "You're not the first person to get spooked by that." Fang Chang pulled his hand back out of his pocket and grumbled, speechless, "...Has the owner of this clinic never stopped to consider that putting up a sign like this might scare away his customers?" "Generally speaking, his clients don't mind a little scare..." Patting his shoulder, Dolly took the lead. "Follow me." This unassuming alley was situated on the edge of Boulder City's West District. Far removed from the bustling commercial quarters, it was quite close to the city's industrial zone. The exhaust spewed by the factories gave the air here a foul stench. Most of the people living in this neighborhood were laborers from the nearby plants or impoverished folk doing odd jobs for them. Following in the girl's footsteps, Fang Chang entered the clinic tucked inside the dingy alleyway. Perhaps because it was daytime, business was dead, and the place looked desolate. Dolly led him straight through the cramped reception hall and back to a room hidden deep down the corridor. An oil-stained door curtain hung in the doorway, and the sharp odor of machine oil that wafted out certainly didn't belong in an ordinary clinic. Fang Chang made a strange expression. "...I thought goods that aren't allowed on the open market would be hidden somewhere more discreet." "Is this not discreet enough?" Dolly tossed back casually, brushing aside the curtain on her own. Just as Fang Chang had guessed, the so-called "black market" was right here. What caught him off guard, however, was that items no ordinary shop would dare sell were arranged brazenly on the shelves, filling an entire row. The variety of prosthetics was staggering. Everything was here, from crude wooden carvings to bionic components almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Fang Chang even spotted a life-sized mannequin that looked nearly identical to a living person inside a display cabinet leaning against the corner. Its hollow eyes seemed capable of sucking away one's soul—if such a thing truly existed in this world. This thing had to be an android. Fang Chang stepped forward, intending to examine it closely. But the moment his eyes swept across the price tag, he instantly abandoned all thoughts of buying one to study. 50,000 chips... That was equivalent to a set of Heavy Cavalry exoskeleton armor! He would have to be insane to spend that kind of fortune on something whose utility was completely unclear. "If you're looking for a bed warmer, I've heard clones offer a much better price-to-performance ratio," Dolly whistled with her arms crossed, teasing him in a joking tone. "...That never crossed my mind. Could you maybe phrase things a little more delicately?" Averting his gaze from the glass cabinet, Fang Chang looked toward the shelves directly opposite. The prices here were noticeably far more reasonable. The most expensive was just over 6,000, while the cheaper ones were mostly three digits. He discovered that smaller, more delicate components were actually pricier. For example, bionic eyes were mostly over 5,000, whereas mechanical arms and legs were relatively much cheaper. Just then, he noticed an unusual set of shelves. Unlike the merchandise on the others, the bionic prosthetics displayed here looked off no matter how one examined them. One arm, for instance, didn't end in fingers, but in a gun barrel large enough to fit an entire fist. Combined with the mechanical components beside it, it looked like an auto-loading hand cannon. Fang Chang had serious doubts that if someone actually installed this thing and fired a shot, hitting the target would be secondary—their shoulder blade would definitely be blown to pieces. Or maybe it required matching reinforcement parts? Aside from that, there was an arm equipped with folding mantis blades, as well as prosthetic legs connected to jet thrusters. Judging by both their shape and function, these things weren't meant for ordinary civilians. They were born for the battlefield. A spark of curiosity flared in Fang Chang's eyes, and he blurted out, "Where did this gear come from?" Before Dolly could answer, an unfamiliar voice chimed in from the side. "Various channels. Some were scavenged, some were 'accidentally misplaced' inventory. Most of the merchandise has been sanitized. As long as you don't make a big show of it, you won't run into trouble... As for where they came from specifically, I'd advise against digging too deep." Fang Chang turned toward the voice and saw a balding, middle-aged man standing beside the curtain. He wore a teal lab coat, with a pair of shears hooked in his pocket that was stained with blood not yet completely dry. He looked as if he had just stepped out of an operating theater. "...Are you Gracie?" Fang Chang asked, looking at him. The middle-aged man nodded, looking him up and down with great interest. "That's me. And you? What should I call you?" "Fang Chang." "Fang Chang... unusual name." Gracie stared at him for a moment. Suddenly, a flicker of realization crossed his eyes, and he asked, "You're a vault resident?" Fang Chang didn't bother hiding it. "Is there a problem?" Standing aside with folded arms, Dolly cleared her throat and cut in to stand up for Fang Chang. "...Don't you think it's rude to pry into a customer's background?" "My apologies, my mouth ran away with me..." Gracie chuckled, his gaze darting between Dolly and Fang Chang twice before smoothly pivoting away from the topic. "Getting back to business, what kind of bionic organs are you looking for? You don't look like someone missing arms or legs... Looking to get bigger? Or stronger?" "I'm more interested in raw power," Fang Chang said, glancing at the shelf next to his hand. "Like these." A trace of surprise surfaced in Gracie's eyes, and his tone unconsciously grew animated. "Oh? These? You certainly know your stuff. These are top-tier goods." "Care to introduce them to me?" Fang Chang asked. Gracie chuckled. "Introduce them? Their functions are practically written all over them; what's left to explain? These are the exact pieces used by the mercenary corps sponsored by Boulder Military Industries. All it takes is one surgical operation, and a rookie who couldn't truss a chicken can match the combat prowess of a seasoned veteran. "No need to worry about firepower. The fact that they're sitting here is proof enough of their worth." *Mercenary corps sponsored by Boulder Military Industries?* A flicker of surprise showed in Fang Chang's eyes, and he couldn't help asking out of curiosity, "Is this kind of gear widely deployed among the mercenary groups backed by Boulder Military Industries?" Gracie replied, "Pretty much. The filthy-rich Lord Ebers has never been stingy about investing in that area. Compared to Dragon Blood, bionic prosthetics offer a far more direct boost to combat effectiveness. A set of jet-thruster systems, paired with a mantis blade and a 30mm hand cannon—even a Deathclaw would have to steer clear of you... In theory, of course. I wouldn't recommend picking a fight with one of those bad-tempered beasts." *In theory, sure.* Fang Chang mused that apart from Scavenger and the guy who had drawn the plasma sword, hardly anyone would be keen on close-quarters brawling. Up to now, this game hadn't featured any "absolutely reliable" shields capable of effectively blocking projectiles. No matter how godlike your martial arts were, nothing was as straightforward as a single 20mm high-explosive round. Fang Chang asked, "...Were all of these phased out from the battlefield?" "Usually, yes. Occasionally some come from gear upgrades, but that's rare. After all, they don't come cheap." As he spoke, Gracie suddenly arched an eyebrow, and a trace of suspicion crept into his gaze toward Fang Chang. "Hey, are you here to buy goods, or here to snoop?" Fang Chang didn't answer the question directly. He merely swept his eyes over the rack before him and pointed. "Everything on this shelf. I'll take it all." The room went dead silent. Dolly stared at Fang Chang, dumbfounded. "Are you out of your mind?! Buying so much... Do you have any idea how many chips that'll cost?" Throw in an AI core, and that was enough to piece together two androids. Maybe even have some left over! Gracie was just as stunned, the shock on his face even more exaggerated than Dolly's. "Twenty-seven pieces of gear, 56,671 chips in total... I don't give credit here." "I didn't plan on buying on credit either." Fang Chang drew a card from his pocket and waved it gently. "Do you take cards? Or... do I need to go withdraw the chips from the bank first?" ... Swiping a card was naturally out of the question. After all, the goods sold here were shady to begin with. Fang Chang went to the bank to withdraw the money first, then returned to the clinic. As one of the earliest players to explore the Boulder City map, he and his good buddies had started doing business here long ago. Back in the early days, the kiln equipment the Niuma Brick Factory used to fire bricks and cement had been imported from here. Fang Chang still remembered that the very first Boulder City trading guide on the forum had been written by his own hand. Among the trade goods, the most lucrative was undoubtedly spirit leaves, followed by Blue Parasol mushrooms and the like. Beyond those high-margin items, there were also fast-moving goods sold on razor-thin margins. For instance, importing a crate of Nuka-Cola and selling it in Boulder City yielded a profit of 0.5 chips per bottle. Although ordinary citizens couldn't afford such drinks, as a substitute for alcohol, this cheap beverage that brought a momentary buzz of happiness was extremely popular among mercenaries. Later, the trend of mixing cola with booze was carried back to Boulder City by mercenaries from the taverns of Dawn City, driving Nuka-Cola sales to new peaks. Other people might be short on chips, but for the Ox and Horse Squad, that problem simply didn't exist. At present, their account reserve in Boulder City hovered around one hundred thousand chips. This money had little to do with the brick factory business; it had mostly been earned through the caravan trading system. Fang Chang had checked in with Lao Bai and the others, and they had quickly reached an agreement on purchasing the bionic gear. Regardless of how practical it was, they would buy a batch first to inspect it. Even if they couldn't use it themselves, they could sell it to other players or donate it to the Scientific Expedition for contribution points. Someone was bound to be interested in these things. "...So that's what a 10,000-chip token looks like." Staring at the chip stamped with a crown pattern along its edge, Dolly muttered under her breath. Her eyes were wide with shock; what was happening before her had completely shattered her preconceptions. She had originally thought this guy just had a bit of pocket change, was somewhat generous, and perhaps wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed—which was why he had spent so much on her. She had never imagined he could quietly produce such an astronomical sum. Dolly suddenly realized that she couldn't read the man in front of her at all. Just what kind of person could whip out this massive pile of chips on a whim...? Unlike the flabbergasted Dolly, the moment Gracie saw the enormous fortune, he transformed completely. Not only did his eyes turn blazing hot, but his demeanor also grew effusive. He respectfully counted the chips twice, then ran them through the counterfeit detector twice more. Once he confirmed there were no issues, he looked at Fang Chang with a fawning grin. "Do you need me to install them for you? I can provide surgical services free of charge." In Gracie's eyes, the identity of the man before him had shifted to that of a mercenary commander. After all, no sane person would purchase so many bionic prosthetics at once; only a mercenary corps would have such a need. And any mercenary corps capable of dropping tens of thousands of chips just to re-equip its men with bionic prosthetics was, without exception, a powerhouse on the local scene. "No need. Just pack them up for me. I've arranged for people to handle the transport, so you don't need to worry about the rest," Fang Chang said, handing him a business card. "If you come across more good stuff like this, you can reach me using the address and contact details on this card. Non-bionic equipment is fine too—as long as it's weaponry, especially anything related to Boulder Military Industries." "Certainly! Heheh." Gracie accepted the card with both hands and skimmed it quickly, his eyes instantly widening in surprise. *The Alliance Liaison Office in Boulder City?!* *He's actually from the northern suburbs?!* ... The twenty-seven bionic prosthetics were packed into six crates. While none was particularly large, it wasn't a load one person could carry. Fang Chang hired NPCs from the liaison office to haul the crates back to the save point first. After bustling around all day, evening was approaching. Fang Chang treated Dolly to a meal and walked her back toward her apartment. Standing in front of the apartment entrance, Dolly stared at the man before her for a long time, a flicker of bewilderment rising in her eyes. "...Who are you, really?" Fang Chang said nothing. He simply fished a 25-chip token from his pocket and smilingly pressed it into her hand. "That chip this morning was just a deposit. Thanks for accompanying me all day." Just a few hours ago, he had unlocked another "hidden quest"—recovering black-market military gear manufactured by Boulder Military Industries that wasn't available for public sale. The New Alliance needed this equipment to gauge the strength of its neighbor right at their doorstep. Just reading the quest briefing was enough to see how significant this mission was. It was far more important than the previous two he had triggered. It seemed the black-market system in Boulder City wasn't unfinished content after all; it just required players to trigger it actively. He hadn't expected the game world to be far more polished than he had imagined. Fang Chang couldn't help marveling inwardly. He had thought he stumbled upon content the developers hadn't finished yet, but it turned out Ah Guang was playing 4D chess all along, having already prepared the corresponding quests, classes, and gameplay mechanics. It was simply that no one had triggered them until now. According to the summary of this "hidden quest," the Alliance Administrator didn't want hordes of players swarming over to harass the black-market dealer and shutting down the channel for importing equipment of unknown provenance. Therefore, the Administrator had specifically granted him the hidden class of "Boulder City Black Market Supplier." This class had no levels and took up no class slots. It could only be triggered through hidden quests, granting the "franchise right" to import bionic prosthetics from Boulder City and sell them in Dawn City. Reaping such rewards had already exceeded Fang Chang's wildest expectations. Although the NPC before him didn't warrant the kind of feverish bootlicking he reserved for the Administrator, he still found himself offering a heartfelt thank you. "...You're welcome." Looking at the green chip in her palm, Dolly didn't refuse. She quietly tucked it away. After a long pause, she murmured, "We'll meet again... right?" "Of course. I still have plenty of things I want to ask you," Fang Chang said with a smile. Though he had considered trying to convince her to move to the northern suburbs, on second thought, having an "informant" familiar with local conditions was also great. There was still much about Boulder City he needed to explore. "Mm... Then it's a promise! Take care of yourself, okay?" A cheerful smile spread across Dolly's face, her short green hair gleaming warmly in the sunset. "You too. Take care." Having an NPC friend wasn't bad at all. Watching the petite figure disappear into the apartment entrance, Fang Chang waved with a smile, turned around, and walked toward the other end of the street. ... At the same time, in the East District of Qingquan City. At the subway entrance overgrown with moss and vines, a clueless yell suddenly erupted, startling a squirrel on a nearby tree so badly that it lost its footing and tumbled to the ground, chattering in outrage. Yet the man paid it no mind, continuing to make a fool of himself. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" These trees! This light! And this wind blowing across his face! This is fucking mind-blowing, alright?! Staring blankly at the midsummer forest before him, Lin Shengyu looked around, slack-jawed. He looked exactly like a fool who had just been discharged from a mental asylum. And the kind whose treatment had been abandoned, at that. As for how he had ended up here, the story went back to one sunny afternoon. Because his supervisor was away attending conferences and hadn't yet settled on a new research direction, as a lab grunt with nothing to do, he had browsed online for games and happened upon the urban legend of *Wasteland OL*. Strictly speaking, while it was called an urban legend, quite a few people actually knew about it. Yet whether due to official throttling or other reasons, related reports and open discussions on other platforms were virtually nonexistent. Out of curiosity, he had spared twenty precious minutes of his life to carefully fill out the reservation form. At first, nothing happened. After pondering it for a while without figuring anything out, he had cast the matter to the back of his mind. Not long after, however, when he returned home from the research institute one day, he found that mysterious package containing a helmet right at his doorstep. His mood at that moment was simply beyond words. Especially when he put on the helmet, that enigmatic countdown visible even with his eyes closed had practically shattered his worldview and comprehension. Yet all that astonishment and shock seemed utterly pale and insignificant at this moment. He was standing in a completely fabricated virtual world! On his own two feet! While Lin Shengyu was gaping and gawking at his surroundings, the other players nearby were also eyeing him curiously. "Is that the lucky dog?" "Why does he look so dumb?" "Let's go, let's go. Curiosity satisfied, gotta wake up for real soon." At that moment, a player holding a rifle in his left hand and dragging a dead monkey in his right strolled forward to strike up a conversation. "Hey bro, why are you all by yourself?" Lin Shengyu: "...By myself?" Elaina asked curiously, "Yeah, weren't there two lucky dogs?" Lin Shengyu was baffled, completely unable to follow the conversation. "Lucky dog?" Elaina stared at him with an odd expression for a moment. "Don't you usually check the forums?" Playing an MMORPG without going to the forums to shoot the breeze meant missing out on half the fun. In a twenty-four-hour day, he wished he could spend twelve hours in the game and the other twelve trolling on the forum. "Forums? What century is this? Who still uses those?" Lin Shengyu chuckled, half-amused, half-bemused. Elaina scratched his head. "Alright then... What's your ID? Let's add each other as friends." "Gegeda!" "Gegeda? Well, that's certainly a unique name." Elaina paused. "Ahem... just something I picked on the fly, picked on the fly, don't read into it." Lin Shengyu smiled bashfully. He had originally wanted to name himself Gugu Chicken, but that ID had already been taken, so he changed it to this. He heard this game relied heavily on voice communication. Just thinking about everyone calling him *gege* and praising him for being *da* in the future made him feel embarrassingly bashful. "By the way, bro... how do you play this game?" Elaina scratched his head. "Play however you want—hunting, fishing, hauling bricks, even playing with mud... Anything goes as long as you don't break the rules. But since you're a newbie, I'd suggest picking up the Passing the Torch quest first. Find a high-level carry to show you the ropes, and grab your VM while you're at it." As everyone knew, the VM was the core of this game; without a VM, you couldn't do most things. Inside the shelter, there was a dedicated novice guide. Previously, the Administrator had filled the role personally, but now it was handled by an officer from the New Alliance Guard. Through that NPC's VM, one could trigger the Passing the Torch quest to search for high-level carries. Or you could just find a player on the spot who looked agreeable to trigger it. The server community of *Wasteland OL* had always been great; everyone was nice. Especially toward fresh sprouts, they were overwhelmingly friendly! Lin Shengyu smiled and said, "The Passing the Torch quest? Ah, I took that one. My mentor seems to be called 'WC Really Has Mosquitoes'? He told me he'd come pick me up tomorrow to take me to the main city, and told me to stay put and not wander off." The moment he heard that handle, Elaina was instantly shocked. "Holy shit, Mosquito?!" "Uh, what's wrong?" "Nothing..." Elaina looked at the poor fellow with deep sympathy, holding a silent two-second vigil for him in his heart. Of all people to pick, he had to pick that utter hazard. While Goblin Technology's gear enjoyed a decent reputation, working for Goblin Technology was an entirely different story. Many newcomers had yet to experience the full content of the game before experiencing respawning and jail time. Out of pity, Elaina paused and said, "If you're planning to head to the main city, why not come with me? I'm heading back right now anyway, so it's right on the way." "But..." Lin Shengyu looked hesitant. He had heard Mosquito say the wasteland was perilous, and newbies absolutely shouldn't be stubborn and venture out alone. There was no true safe zone here; even right outside your front door, there was a risk of getting wiped for nothing. "Come on, let's go, stop with the 'buts.' Would I trick you? The area around Shelter 117 isn't a place for newbies to level up anyway. I'll take you to Dawn City—there's plenty of good stuff there, and save points too." Elaina clapped him on the shoulder and urged, "Speaking of which, you just entered the game, so you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll treat you to a feast." "Really?! That's too generous of you!" Lin Shengyu's eyes lit up. His stomach happened to feel completely empty. Elaina declared generously, "What's the big deal? We're all chosen ones here, no need to be shy. By the way, do you have any dietary restrictions?" Lin Shengyu gave a hearty laugh. "None at all! I eat anything—I'm in your hands!" Upon hearing this, Elaina's eyes gleamed. "Really? Are you sure?" "Absolutely! Sour, salty, sweet, or spicy, there isn't anything I can't stomach!" Lin Shengyu thumped his chest. He wasn't bragging either. Traveling frequently on business with his advisor to attend academic conferences all across the globe, what hadn't he eaten? A sturdy stomach was also paramount for scientific research. Not expecting this lucky friend to be a kindred spirit, Elaina slung an arm around his shoulders in delight. "Brother, that's exactly what I wanted to hear! Come on, let's go whip up some wild game!" "Let's go, let's go!" Watching the two walk off with their arms around each other's shoulders, the surrounding players cast looks of profound pity in their direction. What kind of supernatural luck did it take to step on two landmines at once on your very first day in the game? Or had he exhausted a lifetime's worth of luck just to draw the gaming helmet...? "...That's too heavy a sacrifice." Carrying a hunting rifle on his back, Elven King Fugui sighed and took a bite of his dry rations. Canyon's Escaped Mole gave a subtle nod. "Indeed." *Here's hoping the guy survives.* ... Just as night fell in the game world, morning broke in the real world. Sitting up from his bed, Ye Wei removed his helmet, let out a long breath, and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was exactly 7:00 AM. Usually, when he had no classes the next day, he would play until nine or ten before logging off. However, he had to pick up his little sister at the train station shortly, so he had logged out early. By the way, he had just been running a mission to clear the underground tunnels alongside Scavenger and Kuang Feng. There were massive quantities of slime mold fruiting bodies down there, and even Tyrants, known as human tanks. According to Big Brother Fang Chang's prediction, downtown Qingquan City might become a hotspot in the next version update. Training against the slime mold fruiting bodies in advance served as preparation for adapting to the next patch. Still, no matter how fun the game was or how much money it brought in, nothing was more important than family. After eating a bowl of 0.1-silver hot dry noodles downstairs, Ye Wei grabbed a free napkin to wipe his mouth, then hailed a cab to the high-speed rail station. The entire trip cost less than one silver coin. Standing in the crowded station plaza among a sea of people, Ye Wei couldn't help marveling inwardly. Living in reality was definitely cheaper. Just then, a voice drifting from the distance pulled him from his daydream back to reality. "Big Bro!" Ye Wei turned his head. In the crowd, an adorable young girl was waving at him. She wore casual jeans and a T-shirt with sneakers on her feet, hauling a waist-high suitcase in each hand, her swaying ponytail bobbing like a squirrel's tail. Ye Wei hurried over to meet her and glanced at the luggage. "Why did you bring so much stuff?" Seeing that her brother showed no initiative whatsoever, the panting Ye Jiu shoved the suitcases straight into his hands. "Didn't you tell me to bring it? Stop just staring and give your lord and master a hand!" *This girl.* *The moment she steps out of the house, she completely lets loose.* Ye Wei rolled his eyes. Without arguing, he stepped up and took both cases. On the way to the taxi, he hefted them and found them quite heavy, wondering what on earth was packed inside. Lying in bed grinding day after day, he had nearly failed to hoist the suitcases into the trunk. Fortunately, the cab driver lent a hand. Sitting beside Ye Wei, Ye Jiu let out a sly chuckle and whispered, "Big Bro, have you been playing video games all day lately? You look so frail." Ye Wei offered his second eye-roll of the day. "Get lost." Ye Jiu put on an aggrieved pout. "I just got here and you're already telling me to get lost? Is this how a real brother treats his sister?" Ye Wei looked at her sternly. "Cut the crap. Tell me first—what is this surprise you were going to give me?" He had been agonizing over this for days, fretting so much he could hardly sleep. Even though he didn't sleep regularly anyway. Seeing her brother's impatient look, Ye Jiu smirked mysteriously. "Heh-heh, you'll find out in a bit!" The car soon arrived at its destination, pulling up outside the gates of an upscale residential complex. Hopping out of the cab, Ye Jiu looked around curiously. "Did a sugar mommy take you in?" Ye Wei, who was dragging the suitcases out of the trunk, nearly choked on his own saliva upon hearing that. "You little brat, what is rattling around in that head of yours all day?" The driver nearby didn't say a word, but the expression on his face clearly showed he was struggling to hold back laughter. Ye Jiu smiled bashfully and said nonchalantly, "I'm just looking out for my big bro. "By the way, why did you rent a place out here? Did you get a girlfriend? Are you two living together already? How old is she? A classmate? Or an older working woman? Is she rich? Can she support me too while she's at it?" She rattled off a barrage of questions, but the only word that registered in Ye Wei's ears was the first one. *Rent?* Having finally waited for his chance to flex, he gave a chuckle and declared with unflappable cool, "I bought it, kid." He had expected his little sister to be struck dumb with shock. Yet to his utter surprise, not only was the little brat not shocked at all, but she also copied him by rolling her eyes. "Tch, fine, don't tell me if you don't want to!" Ye Wei froze, then blurted out anxiously, "I'm telling the truth! I really bought it!" Ye Jiu gave him a look full of patronizing pity. "Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you say." Ye Wei: "..." *Fuck!* Downstairs was no place to banter. Ye Wei hauled the two large suitcases and trudged into the elevator, panting with effort. In the elevator, the little girl fidgeted restlessly, glancing left and peeking right. It was hard to tell whether she was excited to see her brother's new home or eagerly anticipating the surprise—or rather, shock—she was about to deliver. Ye Wei felt panicky as hell. Reaching the door, he pulled out his keys, unlocked it, and retrieved two new pairs of slippers from the entryway. He had bought them downstairs just yesterday. Just as he was about to tell Jiu Jiu to put them on, he saw that the girl had already crouched beside a suitcase, unable to wait a second longer, and unzipped it. "What are you looking for?" Jiu Jiu didn't answer him. Suddenly cradling a bulky object, she stood up from beside the case. "Here, take this!" Looking at the item Jiu Jiu shoved into his hands, Ye Wei went entirely blank. *Holy shit!* *A gaming helmet?!* "...Where did you get this???"