Chapter 1 (2/2)

“No!” the player replied. “50 Silver Coins only! Take it or leave it! In truth, your dagger is not much anyway.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I will give it to you!” Fatty responded unhappily. “I want to be paid in Credits!”

The player immediately replied, “I’m okay with it, but I will only offer 0.4 Credits!”

“What the hell!” Fatty was enraged. “The market rate is 1:1. 50 Silver Coins equal 0.5 Credits. Why are you only giving me 0.4?”

“This is the price!” the player replied lazily. “Take it or leave it!”

“Are you playing with me?” Fatty was even more furious.

“You could say that!” That player snorted. “Come PK with me if you’re dissatisfied!”

Fatty almost agreed on an impulse. However, when he saw that ID’s level, he deflated immediately. That person was actually a high-level Thief at Level 120! As for Fatty’s character? He was just a Level 86 Berserker. There was a 40-Level difference, so there was no way he could win this fight…

Moreover, Fatty’s character was wearing trashy equipment.

Therefore, Fatty could only despondently take off his earpiece, harshly throw it on the floor, and walk out of the room. Then, he squatted on the balcony outside the room, dispiritedly smoking his cigarette.

That was right. What Fatty truly cared about was the online game Chaotic Era.

This game had been produced by Team Red Fox from the Bester Corporation and had been around for five years. Just like Fatty’s continuous number one ranking in Underwear Farm, the Chaotic Era had been voted the most popular online game for five consecutive years. It possessed great playability and game balance, making countless players get obsessed and addicted to it.

Fatty was evidently one of them.

Unfortunately, Fatty’s capability in Underwear Farm was completely useless in the Chaotic Era. He was not doing well in the game. Because he had started the game three months later than everyone else, his level was low and his equipment trashy. No one wanted to bring him along to clear dungeons, and he was not very lucky. Even when he set up a stall to sell items, the high-level players would bully him and lower the price significantly… One word could describe his circumstances: depressing.

Fatty could not understand why he was unable to excel in the Chaotic Era despite his awesome hand movement speed. Five years… No, it had been four years and eight months, yet he was still struggling like a rat in the gutter. Could this be because heaven was jealous of geniuses?

Fatty flipped away the cigarette butt that was left in his hand. He watched as it made a perfectly smooth curve before landing on… a voluptuous butt clad in a white skirt…

Pa! There was an indistinguishable sound. Then, a black dot formed on the white skirt as the cigarette butt seemed to burn through the fabric…

Fatty was a little puzzled as to why that voluptuous butt would suddenly appear. Before he could speculate, the owner of the butt turned over. Fatty started breaking out in cold sweat when he recognized that cold, beautiful face.

Crap! It was her!

It was his neighbor, a beautiful girl with a fiery body called Luo Moling. Unfortunately, as Fatty remembered very clearly, after the launch of the Chaotic Era more than four years ago, this chick had moved here. Ever since he had been discovered the first time he’d peeked at her showering, she had been treating him as her enemy. His dream of having a “harmonious” relationship had burst into flames.

Five years. It had been five years, yet they had only exchanged a total of exactly five insults: hooligan, pervert, debauchee, peeping tom, despicable being!

Now, with a cold expression, Luo Moling walked over to Fatty and slapped him before saying the sixth insult. “Asshole!”

She shook her hand lightly, taking a layer of face oil with her as she walked away. Fatty was left behind with a red handprint on his face…

What an undeserved catastrophe! Fatty had not expected that the cigarette butt would land so nicely on Luo Moling’s butt, making it seem as though he had done that purposefully. This level of coincidence made him feel helplessly angry.

However, Luo Moling had already walked away, not giving Fatty a chance to explain himself. Upon recalling being bullied in the game, Fatty was enraged. He wanted revenge!

“I’ll smash your windows!”

Fatty picked up a piece of rock from the roadside and dashed beside the fence enclosing Luo Moling’s house. Just as he was about to throw the stone at the window, he suddenly realized that there was a pole filled with underwear behind the house!

Eh? Did it belong to that chick? Why did she still dare to hang her underwear outside?

Fatty was momentarily stunned. Then, he turned his head and glanced in the direction Luo Moling had left. After confirming that she might be out for quite some time, a plan started to form in his head.

“Today, I will play a round of real-life Underwear Farm!” Fatty snapped his fingers proudly and jumped onto the fence.

The district where Fatty lived was quite good, and every house had its own backyard. The security there was good, so the fence was not very tall. This fence had a countryside vibe and was only around 1.5 meters tall. Therefore, despite his size, Fatty could still jump onto the fence.

As he completed the act and planned to jump down, he heard a low growl.

Below the fence was a sturdy-looking, short-legged bulldog. On its neck was a terrifying spiked collar. Its mouth was gaping open slightly, revealing rows of sharp teeth within. It stood there, growling lowly as it stared at Fatty like he was its prey…

Fatty was alarmed. He had never thought that Luo Moling would place such a huge dog in her backyard. No wonder she still dared to hang her underwear out to dry despite having him as her neighbor!

Fatty panicked, causing his body to destabilize and fall from the fence. The fence was not considered tall, so it would not cause him much harm even if he fell. However, unluckily, he fell head-first…

He felt pain, followed by dizziness. Fatty fainted. His last conscious thought was: “Hell, there is no such thing as falling down because of failing to steal in Underwear Farm… Where is the stick? Where is the stick to beat the dog?”