Ah—
Xia Miao raised her sleepy head, stretched, and heard the faint crackle of her bones extending.
She sat up in bed and stared blankly for a while. Once she was more awake, Xia Miao’s first act was to pull open her collar and peek inside.
Tsk, it’s still there…
Looks like this isn’t a dream…
It was Xia Miao’s second day since crossing over. She had probably absorbed too many memories from the body’s previous owner when she arrived, leaving her groggy and convinced she was dreaming yesterday.
The previous owner was also named Xia Miao. She had just graduated from college and shared a small one-bedroom apartment with a friend.
She had not expected this dream to still be going on when she woke up today. That meant it was not a dream after all.
Crossing over was one thing, but why did they have to confiscate my second brother too?! I hadn’t even had a chance to use it!
As if confiscating it weren’t enough, they had barely given her any material in her chest!
Xia Miao sat on the bed with a numb expression, inwardly howling with grief and indignation.
In her previous life, Xia Miao had lain in bed for an entire week, too lazy to eat, and starved to death. That was certainly a distinctive way to die.
Still, Xia Miao’s adaptability was astonishingly strong. She soon accepted reality and secretly swore to herself:
In this life!
I have to eat properly in this life!
She… he would never starve to death again!
“Let’s go! Time to eat!”
Clinging to her resolve, Xia Miao struggled on the bed for a while, then pulled the covers over herself and closed her eyes. She mumbled, “Forget it. Skipping one meal won’t kill me. I’ll sleep for another hour…”
“Xia Miao! Get up!”
“Look what your father brought you! Chicken cutlet rice!”
Less than half a minute after she closed her eyes, a voice louder than 100 decibels bored into Xia Miao’s ears like a power drill.
Then the warm blanket covering her was flung away without mercy. A freezing palm slipped through the collar of Xia Miao’s clothes and pressed against her warm skin.
In an instant, a bone-piercing chill seeped into Xia Miao’s body like a spike.
“Aaaahhh—ohhh!!”
Caught off guard by the blow, Xia Miao twisted and let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig, nearly flying from the bed to the ceiling.
This was Nangong Wen—her only roommate, friend, best friend, sworn companion, nemesis, and childhood friend!
She was also Xia Miao’s only source of food in the rented apartment…
“Get up, come on. Look, I found us a way to make money!” Only after seeing that Xia Miao was completely awake did Nangong Wen pull out her hand in satisfaction. She then took out a poster, slapped it against Xia Miao’s forehead, and said smugly.
After that torment, Xia Miao was no longer sleepy. She listlessly took the poster from in front of her and glanced at it.
《July 23: Gods launches! Firmament Guild is recruiting! Salary provided!》
《Gods is buying gold! Haoyue, a ten-year veteran gaming studio, with guaranteed credibility!》
《Supreme Imperial Dynasty Guild is recruiting elite players! Satisfactory remuneration guaranteed!》
《Star Studio is recruiting Gold-Farming Players! Large-scale recruitment!》
……
The poster listed recruitment notices for various games, with two huge characters in the middle—Gods!
Xia Miao suspected Nangong Wen had taken the poster from outside some internet café.
It was hard to imagine that this was the result of her spending an entire morning attending job fairs…
“You spent the whole morning for this?” Xia Miao rolled her eyes, tossed the poster aside, sat up, and devoured the chicken cutlet rice Nangong Wen had bought for her.
She was even unwilling to leave her bed to eat!
“Hey, I spent the entire morning carefully selecting this! It’s the job that best suits our circumstances!” Nangong Wen waved the poster in front of Xia Miao, looking excited.
That was assuming these things even qualified as “jobs”…
“Mmm… is there… mmm… nothing that looks a little more… proper?” Xia Miao replied while chewing.
“There is! A graduate degree, at least three years of work experience, and proficiency with professional software to complete projects independently. Meet one requirement, and you can join the race in which over a hundred people compete for one position.”
Nangong Wen curled her lips and said sarcastically, “Come on, I believe in you!”
“That poster from earlier… let me take another look…” Xia Miao mechanically shoveled another bite of rice into her mouth, speechless.
She had thought the rat race in her previous life was bad enough, but crossing over had made it even worse.
Were they recruiting fresh graduates or Super Saiyans?
Could any normal person meet those requirements?
After finishing her meal, Xia Miao went to the bathroom to wash her face and saw herself in the mirror.
She had fair, delicate cheeks, willow brows, almond eyes, a refined nose, and a jade-like neck. Her lustrous black hair fell from her shoulders like a waterfall and reached her waist.
After crossing over, Xia Miao had mistaken it for a dream and never properly examined herself.
Now that she looked, she became completely absorbed in the sight.
She might not possess beauty capable of defining an era, but she was certainly stunning.
With looks like these, why look for a lousy job? If she started a livestream and swayed a little, wouldn’t the top donor be captivated and shower her with gifts?
That thought opened Xia Miao’s eyes. She prepared to start a livestream and make money.
The moment she walked out of the bathroom, Xia Miao took one step… and flopped straight onto the bed.
Ugh, even thinking about starting a livestream sounded exhausting…
“Get up. Gods launches in twenty minutes. Let’s play it first and see how it is.” Nangong Wen nudged Xia Miao.
“There’s still an hour. What’s the rush? I’ll sleep for nineteen and a half minutes first… snore…” Xia Miao raised a pale, tender finger in refusal, as if eating had used up all her strength for the day.
“If you still don’t get up…” Seeing that Xia Miao remained unmoved, Nangong Wen let out a cold laugh. She raised both hands, curled all five fingers in the air, and flexed them a few times. “Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
With that, Nangong Wen grabbed Xia Miao’s slender waist and mercilessly dug all ten fingers into her ribs, tickling her.
“Pfft—hahahahaha… what are you doing… ow…”
Xia Miao was on the verge of falling asleep when an intense itch erupted along her abdomen, dispelling her drowsiness and making her struggle on reflex.
Unfortunately, Nangong Wen had seized the high ground. Xia Miao was still lying face down and could not exert any strength, leaving her at Nangong Wen’s mercy.
“Are you getting up? Are you getting up?” Nangong Wen interrogated her while continuing her torment.
“I’m getting… hahaha… I’m getting up… I’m up… I was wrong, spare me!” Xia Miao thrashed about on the bed like a fish out of water.
Nangong Wen only released her after Xia Miao laughed until tears nearly streamed from her eyes, then gave a soft snort.
Helpless, Xia Miao could only join Nangong Wen in picking up the Virtual Terminal Login Device—a pair of pink Goggles.
They had bought the matching couple’s set together. Nangong Wen’s were blue.
This world was much like the one Xia Miao had lived in during her previous life, but its game technology and industry were far more advanced.
Although gaming was still considered an improper occupation by conventional standards, many people worked in the game industry, which had developed into a sizable market.
In short, the game industry here was far more reliable than the one in her previous life.
By then, Gold-Farming Players in various games could earn incomes comparable to those of food-delivery workers.
In general, a little work could support them, while hard work could earn them quite a bit.
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