Liu Yuan glared at Su Qi, her cheeks flushed with anger, practically grinding her teeth as she spat out, "Then don’t you dare snore tonight!"
Su Qi remained utterly unfazed.
With no clue when Little Iris would reply to his messages, and with nothing better to do at the moment, he figured he might as well poke at this brat a little more—just to see if he could squeeze another burst of surprise from her body, which always seemed to yield astonishing amounts of 【Joy】 points.
Honestly, whatever bizarre system was behind this, Liu Yuan’s rate of dropping 【Joy】 was absurdly high. Just today alone, he’d racked up nearly 2,000 points. If he could keep this up daily… life would be beyond sweet.
Seizing the moment, Su Qi casually checked his inventory.
His eyes skimmed swiftly over the holographic display.
【Shimmer: 37】
【Radiance: 2】
【Joy: 7,729】
Su Qi recalled his earlier calculations: 【1 Shimmer】 + 【100 Joy】 could be exchanged for a card roughly equivalent to 150,000 Daxia Dollars.
To better grasp the resources at his disposal, he’d even taken the time to research the market prices of cards.
Cards of the Origin tier were practically never up for sale, so they didn’t count.
The hierarchy went: Common → Fine → Rare → Epic → Legendary → Mythic
Third Tier: 3,000 → 5,000 → 20,000 → 50,000 → 180K → N/A
Fourth Tier: 10K → 30K → 50K → 200K → 500K → 1.8M
Fifth Tier: 40K → 100K → 200K → 700K → 2M → 5M
Sixth Tier: 100K → 250K → 500K → 1.5M → 4M → 11M
Seventh Tier: 250K → 500K → 1M → 3M → 8M → 20M
Eighth Tier: 500K → 1M → 2M → 6M → 15M → 50M
Ninth Tier: 1M → 2M → 4M → 12M → 50M → 1B
Tenth Tier: 3M → 6M → 12M → 35M → 1B → 10B
Eleventh Tier: 6M → 12M → 25M → 5B → 15B → 80B
Twelfth Tier: 20M → 120M → 600M → 1.7B → 800B → N/A
With 【37 Shimmer】 and 【7,729 Joy】, he was sitting on resources worth roughly 8.5 million Daxia Dollars.
As for 【Radiance】, its value was still unclear.
But this was more than enough to go all-in on a Sixth-Tier Mythic card—or even a Seventh-Tier Legendary without much trouble.
He hadn’t crunched the exact numbers, but Su Qi had a hunch that at least 5,000 to 6,000 of his 【Joy】 had come from Liu Yuan alone.
To put it bluntly: 666 【Joy】 alone was worth over 400,000 Daxia Dollars.
Tell me you wouldn’t be tempted.
And since temptation demanded action, Su Qi went straight for the kill: "What if I do snore? If it bothers you, just kick me in the face to shut me up."
In this moment, Su Qi was invincible—utterly unassailable.
Liu Yuan had hoped to turn the tables, only to find her defenses ruthlessly pierced, again and again.
A tree without bark is doomed to die.
A man without shame is unstoppable.
She decided to quit while she was behind.
It was clear that words alone wouldn’t break through Su Qi’s defenses.
Besides, Liu Yuan didn’t dare respond to his challenge head-on.
Let’s not forget—she was still under the effects of a special condition called "Going Back on Her Word," which she had yet to fulfill.
What if she retorted with, "In your dreams," and triggered it?
Then the notification popped up: "Please complete the final act of 'going back on your word.'"
Whether Su Qi would lose her cool over it was uncertain, but just imagining the scene gave her chills.
Hmm?
Has the little brat stopped talking?
Seeing that Liu Yuan was no longer paying attention to her, Su Qi's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment.
Has she run out of comebacks already?
Well, no matter. There’s plenty of time ahead—no need to rush things now.
As for Liu Yuan, she let out an indignant snort and stormed out of the tent.
At the very least, she didn’t want to see Su Qi’s annoying face for a while.
Next, she pulled out her phone, intending only to check the time.
But then…
Her messaging app actually showed an unread message?
What’s going on?
Liu Yuan had pitifully few contacts in her messaging app.
On normal days, aside from her brother occasionally texting her, it could go ten days to half a month without any activity.
And that was without considering she was currently inside the Origin Realm.
Could it be…?
At the thought, her heartbeat quickened.
She placed her finger on the screen.
[Sleepyhead: So bored. Need a cute little sister to chat with.]
Liu Yuan glanced at the timestamp.
13:41
About an hour ago?
Right around the time she was helping set up the tent?
Damn that Su Qi!
For no good reason, he had to drag her into it—as if he didn’t have hands of his own.
And now she’d missed her brother’s message!
She had no idea if it was too late to reply now.
Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed rapidly.
Meanwhile, Su Qi, lounging in a hammock, was also tapping away at his phone.
Clearly experienced in the ways of the Origin Realm, he had no fewer than ten offline games installed and was happily tapping through one when he noticed a notification from his messaging app.
[Iris: Brother?!!]
[Iris: How are you able to message me?!]
[Iris: So happy! ☆⌒(＞。?)]
[Iris: I was busy earlier—I didn’t mean to ignore you!]
Su Qi froze.
This soon?
That was faster than he’d expected.
But then again, considering how clingy little Iris was…
Even during class, she’d always sneak time to send him messages…
Could it be that she’d noticed his text immediately but was stuck in training until now, finally seizing a break to reply?
That wasn’t good.
He’d lectured her about it multiple times, but Iris stubbornly refused to change.
Still, he had to say something.
[Sleepyhead: It’s fine, I understand. In the Origin Realm, things are often out of your control. But Iris, even when replying, make sure you’re in a relatively safe environment first.]
[Sleepyhead: Some Origin creatures love ambushing people when they’re distracted—like when they’re on their phones.]
Just look at this.
The difference between people couldn’t be more obvious.
Su Qi was practically a fake brother, only knowing how to pick on her.
But her real brother? So considerate!
He wasn’t the least bit upset about her late reply—instead, he worried about her safety and patiently shared his Origin Realm experience.
And Su Qi?
Couldn’t even muster a single useful word, just bossed her around to set up the tent.
Liu Yuan’s mood instantly brightened, the fury Su Qi had stirred in her earlier completely dissipating.
As expected, her brother was her perfect remedy.
Next time she was boiling with anger, venting to him would definitely help.
"Iris: It's safe for now, no need to worry, brother."
However, Liu Yuan soon realized something.
Had the Origin Realm established a connection with the outside network?
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
