Happy Reward

"Due to contamination and damage to your dormitory during the game, special cleaning supplies, renewal products, and heavy-duty desiccants will not be counted as rewards."

As the female voice finished speaking, Zhu Yan heard the familiar "ding" sound.

One—several silver dragonflies fluttered over on transparent wings, carelessly dropping a few plain cardboard boxes onto the scattered corpses.

"Whoa, that's something new?"

Yang Zhanbai reached out and, with surprising agility, grabbed two silver dragonflies, casually handing one to Chen Zhaoxing, who was eager to try.

"Can I take these down and sell them—oh!"

The silver dragonfly vanished in his hand.

Zhu Yan tore open a few cardboard boxes. Inside, aside from several wooden cases, there was even a disposable wristband. Tied to the wristband was a slip of paper, on which sharp, twisted letters spelled out the words "For storing bodies."

Not bad at all.

Zhu Yan found it thoughtful.

This way, he could even secretly feed these corpses into the main trunk and complete his [Hunter] task.

Qi Yinming looked at the words on the wristband with curiosity, then picked up a few boxes behind Zhu Yan to examine them.

"This is a renewal agent... The label says to use it last. Oh, use the desiccant and heavy-duty purifier first!"

Zhu Yan had already efficiently packed away the corpses.

Qi Yinming opened the box labeled [Desiccant], and the mist and moisture in the air visibly dissipated.

Zhu Yan walked over to the sink to wash his hands, then touched the bedding, finding that the previously damp comforter was now exceptionally dry.

"A miracle tool," Qin Yang remarked.

This kind of stuff—you'd probably only get to see it around these big shots.

For ordinary folks like them, forget cleaning a dormitory like this; surviving was already a win!

"Next, I will announce the official rewards for Dormitory 303 in this [Night Game]."

The female voice seemed to patiently wait for them to finish celebrating.

"Crap, I almost forgot there was more," Yang Zhanbai said, grinning with all eight teeth showing. "So, Brother Zhu, next time, can you take me along? Maybe the group reward will be bigger too."

What group reward? The group reward for discovering the true identity of the [Hunter]?

Zhu Yan forced a fake smile, casting a wary glance at Yang Zhanbai.

Oh, that really was a lot.

"During the game, there were a total of 7 players in Dormitory 303. Each player will receive a base reward of 200 bone gold coins."

"This reward will be directly credited to everyone's campus card without delay."

"Additionally, since Zhu Zeyu, Xu Tongguang, Chen Zhaoxing, and Yang Zhanbai contributed more, they will each receive extra rewards of 400, 300, 200, and 200 bone gold coins respectively."

As the female voice paused, another cheer erupted in the dormitory.

Qin Yang and Yuan Chen shouted the loudest; their joy was like cream on top of a milk tea cup, spilling over from their hearts.

What had they contributed?

Those 200 bone gold coins were basically free money!

The two looked at each other, eyes glistening.

"Are we lucky, too?"

"Yeah!"

"Finally, please rest well. Friendly reminder: in 6 hours, all rooms will have windows."

"Goodnight, everyone."

The female voice faded, but the joy in the dormitory didn't subside.

Especially Qin Yang and Yuan Chen—they were practically over the moon.

Qin Yang thought back to Zhu Zeyu's moves and found them godlike.

He didn't know how Zhu Zeyu had pulled it off.

But not many people could get carried by a big shot like that, right?

With that in mind, Qin Yang fawningly sidled up to Zhu Yan.

"Boss, wanna follow each other on the [Player Forum]? Hehe, or can I add your contact info?"

Zhu Zeyu was truly the Top Player—when things went down, he stepped up.

At least, he had to get in touch.

Qin Yang rubbed his hands nervously: "I'll be your loyal fan from now on. I'm from [Boyang University], you know? If there's any info gap between us, or if you ever need something, we can stay in touch."

Huh, that wasn't a bad idea.

Zhu Yan didn't turn him down and readily pulled out his phone.

"Hey, I heard that [Lazy Man's Craft Shop] is over at your place?"

Seeing Zhu Yan so agreeable, Qin Yang immediately lit up.

"Yeah, yeah, Boss. Someone from our side found out the first day."

"That shop is super weird. When we went, it was never open—always closed."

"Some people guessed there are items inside. But man, no one actually bought anything."

Zhu Yan thought for a moment: "I heard it opened in a dungeon once. I've always wanted to check it out."

Yuan Chen tentatively stepped forward: "Boss, can I add you too?"

Both were from [Boyang University].

Given the mortality rate in the dungeons, Zhu Yan accepted everyone.

"Once we're out of this dungeon, that [Lazy Man's Craft Shop] of yours should be open by then, right?"

Yuan Chen and Qin Yang were both tactful.

Seeing Zhu Yan ask, Yuan Chen quickly replied: "No worries, Boss. If it opens, whatever you want, we'll buy it on your behalf and deliver it to you."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll buy it at cost and send it over. Hope you'll look after us in the future!"

In their eyes, this Zhu Zeyu was kind of like Yang Zhanbai—basically a good person who didn't hold grudges.

He wouldn't stoop to squeezing them, these other players, so they dared to take on this errand.

And with Zhu Yan's strength being formidable.

They wouldn't make money on the deliveries—just a few tips from the big shot would be more than worth it.

If they ever had to run dungeons later, it'd be easy to latch onto his coattails.

Zhu Yan glanced at them, recalling the [Frog Convenience Store] whose owner had vanished.

Hmm.

Could he just take over the [Frog Convenience Store]?

And what about the owner of [Lazy Man's Craft Shop]? Any chance of him croaking?

If he kicked it later, who would [Lazy Man's Craft Shop] go to?

Zhu Yan started to daydream.

"No problem, no problem."

He said absentmindedly, urged by Qi Yinming, as he hugged the calico cat and picked up a warm towel to go wash up.

The once dirty dorm had been spruced up sometime without them noticing—the stench of corpses and the little mildew left by the [Fog] were completely gone.

As the hot water drenched Zhu Yan's hair, he even felt a blissful illusion.

No aunt, uncle, or little cousin, but friends he'd managed to fool, and money.

This life was pretty close to his dream life—it'd be even better if the pressure was a little lower.

Zhu Yan dried his hair and the calico cat in the rising steam, then lay back on his bed, feeling quite content.

The clean calico cat pawed at him, its round eyes glowing in the bed curtains.

"Do you think," Zhu Yan whispered to the cat, "what does the broadcast mean by 'windows will appear'?"