“No way, is the server owner sick or something?”
Lux stared at the empty JEI window on the screen, her fingers clicking loudly on the mouse.
The mob cages were gone; she was fuming.
That idiot server owner, in order to increase playtime, deleted all the login rewards and simplifications from the original modpack.
A perfectly good ‘Curtain Call’ was almost turned into half a ‘Brave Three’ by that idiot server owner.
She had endured for a week, just counting on the mob cages to farm dragon scales to craft the Dread Set, only to be told that the idiot server owner had even deleted the mob cages!
“Then what am I supposed to do about my Dread Set?”
The Dread Set, one of the strongest sets in the modpack, required a massive amount of dragon scales.
The normal way was to repeatedly kill dragons—fire dragons, ice dragons, lightning dragons; for the underground level 5 dragons, she had to kill at least 5 of each attribute.
For someone like her who didn’t have teleport permissions and couldn’t use spectator mode, grinding out this level of difficulty was as hard as ascending to the heavens.
There used to be a shortcut of going to the Dreadlands to dig up crippled forges, but they had long been dug up by the other group members.
If she wanted to find one, she didn’t know how many times she would have to search with a compass before finding one that hadn’t been dug up.
Lux checked the time.
Two-thirty in the morning.
She had been playing for two consecutive all-nighters.
Dark circles hung down to her chin, and three Red Bull cans were stacked like a tower on the table.
But she had no intention of stopping.
A message popped up in the group chat— [Dawn]: “WasteDog, are you still alive?”
[WasteDog GoldRepair] (Lux): “Alive.”
[Dawn]: “You haven’t slept in two days, buddy.
Is the Dread Set worth your life?”
[BlackCatDoesn’tSleep]: “She almost grinded herself to death in the last modpack.”
[WasteDog GoldRepair]: “Shut up, I’m looking for a dragon!
If you disturb me, I’ll ride my dragon and flatten your house.”
[BlackCatDoesn’tSleep]: I’m scared of you?
You flatten mine, I’ll flatten yours!
[WasteDog GoldRepair]: Fine by me.
Anyway, my house is a stone Matchbox House, I don’t mind.
That palace under the sky arena was built by you, right?
It looks nice, it must feel great to flatten it.
[BlackCatDoesn’tSleep]: WTF, screw it!
Sis, I was wrong!
Spare this little one!
If you want to curse, go curse the group owner.
If it weren’t for him being a masochist, how could it be this tiring?
[FlexibleSharkInWater] (Group Owner): “I’m doing this to increase the server’s playtime.”
[WasteDog GoldRepair] (Voice): “Increase my ass!
Are you a masochist?
Did you not get enough of a prison sentence in the last Brave Three?”
[Dice]: Hahaha, she’s flustered.
WasteDog sister has a cute voice.
[Dawn]: So cute.
[FlexibleSharkInWater]: So cute.
[WasteDog GoldRepair]: Get lost!
Lux angrily minimized the chat window and looked at the scorched stone in front of her.
It had taken her three hours to find this fire dragon, and she absolutely couldn’t let it get away.
She dug open the nest and rushed toward the dragon sleeping in the center, her fingers tapping out a combo on the keyboard— “Ciallo～ Ciallo～ Ciallo…”
The health bar hit zero, and the massive dragon body fell from the sky.
Lux quickly collected the loot and opened her inventory to take a look—Dragon scales: 47.
She was originally short 64 pieces.
Now she was still short 17 pieces.
“Why is the one underground a level 4 dragon…
I have to find another one.” Her voice was speechless.
She picked up her cup and took a gulp of coffee that had gone cold, almost spitting it out.
She used a teleport stone to teleport home—a square Matchbox House built of deepslate, ugly to an outrageous degree.
She threw the newly acquired fire dragon scales into storage and walked to the door to take a look at that Lux maid.
The maid was sitting in a boat, tilting her head and looking at her.
“Did you fish until it broke again?” Lux looked at the maid’s inventory interface, took out some of the more precious ores, and then pulled five new fishing rods from a chest and stuffed them into the maid’s inventory.
“Fish, keep fishing until you die.”
The maid tilted her head, her fox ears twitched, and she continued to cast the line.
Lux rubbed her eyes; her vision was a bit blurry.
The edges of the blocks on the screen started to double, and she thought it was a problem with the shader pack, so she adjusted the settings—it was useless.
“Strange, is it time for me to upgrade my graphics card?”
What she didn’t know was that it wasn’t the graphics card that needed replacing.
It was herself.
The dizziness came without any warning.
One second she was still typing on the keyboard to her group members— “I’ll sleep after one more,” and the next second, the world suddenly started spinning.
The Minecraft World on the screen distorted into a patch of color blocks.
She wanted to stand up, but her legs were already weak.
“I…”
The chair tipped backward, she fell to the ground, the back of her head hit the corner of the table, and a flash of white crossed her eyes.
The last image she saw was the Lux maid on the screen turning her head, those pixelated eyes seeming to look at her.
Then, there was nothing left.
Group chat messages were still popping up— [Dawn]: “WasteDog?” [Dawn]: “Answer me” [BlackCatDoesn’tSleep]: “She didn’t actually drop dead, did she?” [Dawn]: “Fuck, don’t scare me” [Dawn]: “@WasteDog GoldRepair Are you still alive?”…
When her consciousness returned, Lux’s first sensation was—why does it smell so good?
Unlike the smell of instant noodles in her own room, it was sandalwood.
A very comfortable smelling sandalwood, exactly the same kind her mom burned when going to the temple for the New Year.
“Assassins!” A loud shout exploded in her ears, and Lux was shocked awake.
She opened her eyes abruptly.
What met her eyes was not the ceiling of her rental apartment, but a ceiling with carved beams and painted rafters, magnificent brackets, and several palace lanterns hanging.
A strange ceiling.
She was stunned.
Then, two swords appeared on both sides of her vision simultaneously—battle blades, cold and gleaming, the edges less than half a foot from her neck.
“Assassins!
Protect the General!” “Don’t move!
Move again and I’ll take your head!”
Two soldiers wearing armor sandwiched her in the middle, holding the blades steady, their eyes looking at her as if she were a dead person.
Lux’s brain crashed for three seconds.
First reaction—where is this?
Second reaction—no, I’ve never done anything bad in my life, did King Yama make a mistake?
Third reaction—wait, these two big guys’ armor…
why does it look a bit like something from a historical drama?
She froze on the ground, not daring to move, her peripheral vision scanning further away—a man in white ancient clothing was sitting behind a desk, holding…
a small board made of white jade in his hand?
The man looked to be around thirty, his long white hair tied loosely, his eyelids drooping, with a sleepy look as if he had just woken up.
He was examining Lux on the ground with a curious and playful gaze.
Jing Yuan put down the jade abacus in his hand and raised his hand to signal the two Cloud Knights to calm down.
“Wait.”
The two soldiers didn’t put away their swords, but the blades backed off a few inches.
Jing Yuan tilted his head, looking at the person on the ground—no, the fox.
Fox ears were pressed against her head, her tail exploded into a ball of fluff, and she was wearing clothes similar to a maid outfit, the skirt wrinkled, the whole person curled up on the ground.
“Who are you?” Jing Yuan’s voice was unhurried, carrying a hint of laziness, “Where do you come from?”
Lux opened her mouth.
She wanted to say “Who the hell knows,” but with two blades at her neck, she chose the most cowardly way to respond.
“I don’t know…”
The fur on her tail exploded even more.
Jing Yuan looked at her exploded tail, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but held it back.
“No need to be nervous,” he stood up and slowly walked around the desk, “If you were truly an assassin, you wouldn’t be…
so…” He paused, weighing his words.
“So disheveled.”
Lux had ten thousand curse words she wanted to say in her heart, but she really didn’t have much confidence in her current state.
She looked down at herself.
White socks and wooden clogs.
A bell belt and a white apron.
And a big tail that had exploded into a ball trailing behind her.
“Hiss…
this looks so familiar…” Wait?
How did I become Lux?
Jing Yuan looked at the bewildered Lux with a smile and slowly said: “Guests from afar, chatting here violates the rules of hospitality.
Why don’t you move, Miss, to a place more suitable for conversation?”