[This resource node is now bound.
Store to Temporary Space?]
“Temporary… space?”
He blinked.
[Upon binding their first resource node, all Trailblazers unlock Temporary Space: store resources for later use in the Zone]
[Note: Temporary Space functions only inside the Zone and is reclaimed when you leave]
A trimmed-down system inventory?
He arched a brow.
The role-play system hadn’t given him one—but the Zone had.
Sure, it vanishes afterward.
But something beats nothing.
No more fretting over leftover steak.
Viewers saw the prompt too and shared his cheer.
[Low-key, the Zone’s kind of considerate (sniffle.jpg).]
[I know this one!
In webnovels this is… “inventory.”]
[Say less—no, say more.]
[Book drought here.
Any spicy recs?
Adult only (youknow.jpg).]
[Since we’re here, I must recommend author Xiao Bo.
Pretty voice, pretty face…]
“Hey hey—stop eating.
Save some!”
With the rules clear, Jing Yuan tugged Mimi away from the buffet.
Without a space, binging was fine—couldn’t take it anyway.
But with storage unlocked, it was different.
Who knew how long this tundra would last?
Stocking up was smart.
He swept a thought—
The meat scattered over the snow vanished, replaced by neat counters in his head:
[Snowboar Meat ×69]
[King’s Cut ×5]
Three portions per boar, six per king.
Two dozen boars plus the half-eaten king—enough to feed him and Mimi for a while.
What surprised him: he’d only eaten two or three steaks, a drop in a king-sized bucket—yet the stored total was short one full portion.
He eyed the kitten bobbing in his hand, then the round little belly.
“Didn’t think you could put it away like that.”
Mimi blinked up—three parts baffled, three parts wronged, three parts grumbly… and the last part stubborn.
You told me to eat.
[Let him eat!]
[Yeah!
Look at that skinny kid (pity.jpg)!]
[Not gonna lie, Mimi’s got a bottomless pit.
Stronger than my orange tabby…]
[Raise him quick, put him to work.
Hunting cat OP.]
[Capitalist detected (heh.jpg).]
While chat bickered, Jing Yuan set off with Mimi.
Wind still cut.
Snow still fell.
The kitten had learned his routine—two steps up the shoulder, then burrow into the coat with just half a face out.
With the system’s aura warding wind and cold, anything pressed to his chest shared the buff.
Of course Mimi clung close.
Jing Yuan didn’t mind.
Who says no to a warm, purring fluffball?
Some viewers, on the other hand—
[Uuuu I want to cuddle him too (cry.jpg).]
[Hands off that man.
Let me.]
[So he does prefer them with gear.
Funny—I do, too (smug.jpg).]
[Jie-ge, nooo…]
Hours later, Mimi’s company kept boredom off.
But the “statues” along the road snagged his attention.
Not statues—ice effigies.
Human-shaped, yet off—eerily similar to the Everwinter Wraiths.
At first they were sparse.
The deeper he went, the denser they stood—like something had bound them into the glacier.
Familiarity prickled his spine.
He was on the right path.
In Yanjing, General Zhang pulled scholars to a quick council.
They tried to read the effigies from the feed—but info was too thin, even for the country’s best minds.
Until night fell— and the silhouette of a city rose ahead.
A giant city in a valley: great gears, heavy walls, a style that awed from a distance.
News that Jing Yuan had found it raced around the world.
First among Trailblazers again—Dragon Nation’s stream spiked hard.
Everyone wanted to see what Zone civilization looked like.
Foreigners watched him near the walls— and then he found a windbreak, sat down, got a fire going, and pulled out two steaks from who-knows-where.
Right there… he started grilling.
[What.]
[Why isn’t he approaching the city??]
[Oh my God—has Dragon Nation’s Trailblazer quit all vices?
How does he resist??]
[Don’t say he’ll go tomorrow.
I won’t sleep (frantic.jpg)…!]
Dragon viewers, used to him, were already saying goodnight.
[Night, folks.
He’s sleeping; I’m sleeping.]
[Clocking out.
Gotta make boss money for that Maserati.
Whether he upgrades this year… depends on me!
(fight.jpg)]
[Night-owls never die.
If he sleeps, I’ll watch him sleep.]
[Night shift’s Chief, right?
Reporting for duty!]
As expected, after dinner Jing Yuan hugged Mimi—and conked out.
The quality of it clawed at foreign viewers’ sanity.
It was like this: your favorite spa hostess cosplays something dangerous, pings you on WeChat, tonight she’ll flip your card and show you a new trick—
Ten minutes ’til freedom, and then— the boss drops a stack of files: finish or don’t go home.
“This brat—really knows how to keep people on the hook.”
Back in Shanghai, Old Wang chuckled through gritted teeth after dinner.
Then he remembered something and shoved his phone at his son.
“Teach me how to transfer money.”
“Huh?
Who to?”
“There’s a guy in the stream who added me.
Says if I send him fifty, he can patch me into the Zone to chat with Little Jing!”
The son: “…”
He wanted to say, if you’ve got extra cash, give me some.
But that way lay an open-handed rebuke.
He sighed.
“Dad—that’s a scam.”
“A scam?” Old Wang arched a brow.
“Who scams fifty?
Doesn’t he fear his peers’ laughter?”
Son: “…”
“It’s not the fifty.
It’s that today is Thursday…”
“Thursday?” He looked blank.
The old man didn’t keep up with net gimmicks—until his son explained, and then—enlightenment.
“You youngsters…”
Night fell.
Xiao Sa handed the mic to Chief.
Onscreen, Jing Yuan slept like a baby.
The retired pundit could only sigh.
He’d taken the graveyard shift thinking age had him up late anyway—only to find their Trailblazer kept better hours than he did.
“Since he’s down, this old comrade will brief you on the others’ status,” Chief said.
“Eagle Nation first—heh, some of you know.
Like our boy, he met a snowboar herd…”
Years of studio work carried the night.
His humor kept the owls wide-eyed.
[LIVE: Retired elder roasts Eagle Nation Trailblazer.]
[Eagle Nation: who is this old-timer to judge our man?]
[Here’s a joke: Made in China (snicker.jpg).]
[Hard on Chief—a man his age staying up to watch someone sleep (cry-laugh.jpg).]
While Dragon Nation savored the storytelling, the Bear Nation stream surged—
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