Chapter 120: The Doomsday Martyr – 3

As for Ren Xin, she had already finished her disguise and begun her game of “Brave the Lower Levels.”

Book Spirit Number One asked uneasily, “Host, promise me you won’t cause trouble!”

“Sure. This ginseng’s blank checks come in stacks. Take as many as you want, whenever you want. Help yourself.”

“………” It trembled in fear!!

Using food to clear her path, Ren Xin made her way down to the twentieth underground floor. Any further down, and food wouldn’t be enough to solve her problems.

She first sought out a place similar to an agency to ask if there were any vacant rooms for rent.

An employee said haughtily, “There are, but can you afford the price?”

Ren Xin asked cheekily, “Tell me then. Preferably something that’ll scare me to death!”

“You need a hundred pounds of rice, ten pounds of oil, and two pounds of salt. Do you have that?”

Forget having those things; she had them by the ton.

“Is that the price to rent a room? Speak properly!”

The other party replied reluctantly, “You need ten pounds of rice and half a pound of salt every month.”

Ren Xin said unhurriedly, “Oh… then forget it. I’m not renting.”

“You…”

Ren Xin noticed that the people here couldn’t even finish a sentence when they got angry. How pitiful!

She then turned to a kind-looking old lady nearby and asked, “Are you a staff member too?”

The old lady nodded with a smile. “I have a few small rooms here. Why don’t you see if any catch your eye?”

In the end, Ren Xin settled on a room of about ten square meters, costing only five pounds of rice and half a pound of salt.

The old lady also reminded her not to forget to pay the rent on this day every month; otherwise, the room would be reclaimed and she would be kicked out.

After thanking her, Ren Xin gave the previous employee a fresh eye-roll before leaving.

The employee was nearly choked with rage by Ren Xin’s gesture.

If the flow is clear, there is no pain¹.

The small room contained nothing but a bare bed frame. Ren Xin picked through her space to find bedding, went inside for a quick shower, and then prepared to sleep comfortably.

Book Spirit Number One was utterly shocked. “Host, why didn’t you mention that people can enter your space?”

Ren Xin replied nonchalantly, “What’s there to say? Go back and check your data to see what a ‘Companion Space’ is.”

Book Spirit Number One actually went to check, then came back shouting, “Host, is your space really that badass?”

Ren Xin was already drifting off. Woken by Book Spirit Number One’s shrill cry, she waved her hand impatiently.

Book Spirit Number One was muted.

Book Spirit Number One: “???” What the f***?

Was this still the Shen Shen it knew? So domineering and cool.

After sleeping for four hours, Ren Xin felt refreshed. She pulled out a tablet and flipped through recipes. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who will be the one I eat…”

Tomahawk steak?

Don’t want it. Keep picking!

Pizza?

Next!

Instant noodles? This works. I’ll make do with this.

Book Spirit Number One grumbled silently, “A wild ginseng really can’t appreciate the finer things.”

Wait? It felt like she had forgotten something. Forget it; it must not be important, otherwise this ginseng wouldn’t have forgotten it.

Book Spirit Number One: “……….” Fine, play on. Who could outplay you, you ugly wild ginseng!

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Ren Xin wanted someone to talk to. Since she couldn’t find any people, the Book Spirit would have to do.

With a wave of her hand, the Book Spirit was unmuted.

“Host, can I ask a question?”

“No!”

“……….” I knew it!

“I still can’t help but ask, how can you mute me? Shouldn’t you be powerless against me?”

Ren Xin thought about it for a moment before explaining in simple, easy-to-understand language: “No comment!”

Book Spirit Number One: “……….” Truly simple and easy to understand.

The Ghost Market was on the thirtieth floor. Having nothing better to do, Ren Xin planned to wander around and see if there was anything she liked.

To her surprise, she actually spotted a grimy Ren Yi and Xie Mingyi on the thirtieth floor.

Translator’s Notes