Volume 4, Chapter 44 – Hot-Tempered Big Sis Orange-Juice-Flavored Candy

Her race had changed!

It had changed into Machina!

Anran clearly remembered that the Machina were a small but elite and powerful force in Night of the Stars.

Compared with Humans, their population base was far smaller, but their individual strength was much greater. They also had a powerful organization called the Machina Tribe, which occupied quite a few star systems.

In addition, the Machina were one of the four starting races in version 1.0 of Night of the Stars.

Anran really had not expected Aila to evolve into a Machina.

Though at most, she was probably equivalent to a newborn.

Normal Machina were weapons from head to toe. They produced new individuals through manufacturing, and because the material requirements were high and there were heavy restrictions in every aspect, the Machina population grew very slowly.

Aila was special.

Even among the Machina.

Although she could not turn her own body into weapons, Aila could complete self-evolution by devouring metal.

All of this should be thanks to the ancient essence.

What made Anran speechless next was the ellipsis after her level.

Ah, sure enough, it had turned into nine dots.

A row of black lines practically fell over her head.

Anran tapped it to open the details.

100%.

New template loading complete. Machina template activated. Current state: evolution can continue.

No wonder Aila had suddenly become so good at eating recently. It turned out she had been undergoing an evolution that was both deep and broad.

Aila could absorb beneficial components from metal to form her body. Eating better metal meant increasing her strength.

“Here!”

Anran handed over another Lig Alloy cake.

“Anran, Anran, this doesn’t feel quite right. I think I’ve eaten a bit too much,” Aila said, looking a little embarrassed.

Anran smiled faintly. “It’s fine. Eat. If we run short on money, we’ll just kill a few targets or scam a few Outsiders when the time comes.”

She was this strong. She could totally go show off in front of players and trick them out of their money.

Hehahaha!

Aila was reassured at once. The bounties on the dark web were super high, and each of those Outsiders was super rich.

She took the Lig Alloy cake and happily bit into it.

Big, round, and too large to fit in one bite.

Crack, crack…

…

South Island.

A subtropical paradise.

Located in the south-central part of the Canyon Continent.

Although it had the word “island” in its name, it was actually a small seaside city.

For casual players, their favorite scenery was nothing more than this.

Beach, sunlight, coconut trees, exotic buildings, and flying seagulls.

The moment Anran looked up, she could see this mood-lifting scenery. However, she was currently holed up indoors making equipment.

After renting a house by the sea, Anran threw herself into the business of mechanical manufacturing. While farming EXP to raise her level, she also produced all kinds of finished equipment, preparing to sell them.

Under Anran’s guidance, Aila was also learning all kinds of mechanical techniques.

She could now make food in all sorts of shapes.

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Ahem.

No, she could already make ordinary firearms.

And when it came to precision, Aila, as a Machina, was obviously more talented than Anran.

There were no longer many peaceful places left on the entire Canyon Continent. The smoke of war was everywhere. Anran was secretly accumulating strength, searching for Morningstar’s weaknesses, pursuing her prey, and also treating it as a vacation for herself.

In the faction conflict, Morningstar, which had once held the upper hand, was gradually falling into disadvantage.

Even stranger was Morningstar’s objective. No one could make heads or tails of it. They did not seem to care about victory in the war, and only worked very hard to cause destruction everywhere, tying down the forces of the Security Department.

However, their purpose should not stay hidden for much longer.

…

South Island was a good place. For most players here, that was true.

But for Orange-Juice-Flavored Candy, it was different.

She hated South Island, hated No. 1886, and even hated Night of the Stars.

Huh? A trade planet? Trade planet, my ass!

The moment this came up, Orange Juice got angry.

No matter what game she played, her favorite profession was always “merchant,” or to put it another way, “reseller.”

There was no helping it. In real life, she was paralyzed from the waist down and had always been in a wheelchair. She could not work at all, and could only earn a little living money by buying and reselling things in online games.

Before this, Orange Juice had always been setting up stalls in Seeking Immortals. After Night of the Stars began testing, the players who had long been driven into endless complaints by the milk-tea operations team of Seeking Immortals had almost all turned to the new camp.

With no customers left, Orange Juice had no choice but to change battlefields as well.

Starting from scratch meant another long novice period during which she could barely earn any money.

She had channels, but she needed time to complete her initial accumulation of capital.

Orange Juice was about to explode from anger.

She had paid three months of rent in one go earlier, but because the game changed, she was now stuck eating instant noodles again!

If she could not make money soon, she was going to starve to death.

When that happened, she would have no choice but to post X-rated recruitment ads online and sell her body.

Fxxx!

If they were only talking about game quality, Night of the Stars could crush Seeking Immortals until it could not fight back. As for game operation, the major events in Night of the Stars were all automatically calculated by the mainframe. It was not like Seeking Immortals, where the plot would be forcibly inserted. If the scenario planner was in a good mood today, they would add a badass Mahayana-stage ancestor. If they were in a bad mood tomorrow, that ancestor would fail his ascension, and both his soul and body would be destroyed.

That kind of arbitrary plot experience, along with the official side’s ugly cash-grab methods, had offended almost every player once over.

Then, even with the bonus of xianxia nostalgia, Seeking Immortals was crushed to death by Night of the Stars in Huaxia.

The players were gone, and the currency system collapsed!

The company that had no money left to run Lemon Cup went bankrupt!

Good riddance.

But Orange Juice was still furious!

Scallop!

Lime!

Could you not have operated for just one more month? At least let me get through this novice period smoothly.

“Aaaah!”

Orange Juice angrily hammered the yellow sand under her toes.

“Watermelons for sale! 0.3 Bilu a slice, three slices for 1 Bilu! Pah, four slices for 1 Bilu!”

“Sunscreen for sale! 50 Bilu a bottle!”

“Binoculars for sale! 30 Bilu each!”

After selling for the whole morning, her takings were only 120 Bilu. After subtracting costs, her actual profit was 40 Bilu.

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Right now, the exchange ratio between Bilu in the game and real currency was 1.5 to 1.

40 Bilu was less than 27 yuan.

Her daily income was just barely enough to keep her fed and warm.

If Orange Juice had her own house, she could still survive. Unfortunately, her house was rented, and rent would be due again in half a month.

Orange Juice glared fiercely at the people coming and going, as well as the people playing on the beach.

Pah, these rich people.

Pah, why are that woman’s breasts so big?

She heard that men these days all liked big breasts. If she had breasts that big, maybe she could raise her price a little when the time came!

Pah, you bastards, you actually went to the stall next door to buy things!

Pah, these players would rather buy things from NPCs than from me!

Orange Juice was so close to sticking up a sign with the words “body for sale” written on it.

“Creak!”

At that moment, the sound of a wooden door being pushed open came from behind her.

Orange Juice knew that little wooden house.

It leaned against the road that led onto the beach. It was neither big nor small, and had originally been a changing room, but not long ago, it seemed to have been bought by two NPCs.

After that, she could always hear clanging and banging sounds coming from inside.

So noisy it could kill someone.

Orange Juice badly needed a quiet environment to soothe herself right now, but the more it was a time like this, the more she needed to struggle. And the more she struggled, the less peace she could have.

Orange Juice, already a hot-tempered big sis to begin with, became even more irritable.

She turned her head.

She saw two girls walk out one after the other.

This was Orange Juice’s first time seeing the two NPCs who had bought the little wooden house.

One big, one small.

The big one in front, the small one behind.

Both were wearing fairly cool swimsuits.

The bigger one wore a blue two-piece swimsuit with a skirted bottom, while the smaller one wore a cyan one-piece swimsuit with a skirt.

Rich people coming out to enjoy the beach?

Tch, two flat boards.

Orange Juice looked down at her own. Though they were not exactly grand, a B could clearly mock an A, and could definitely mock a steel plate that did not even have an A.

“Crack, crack…”

Just as she was thinking this, Orange Juice suddenly heard a different sound.

The two girls stepped over the threshold of the little wooden house and into the sunlight. Immediately after, from behind the two of them walked out a short man…

Heh.

Orange Juice was just about to sneer when she immediately froze.

That was no short man. It was clearly a short robot.

About 1.3 meters tall.

Humanoid.

After it crossed the threshold, a pair of wheels extended from under its feet, and it changed from walking forward to rolling forward.

“…”

Orange Juice was shocked.

Although this robot did not look like much, it moved very flexibly. It followed closely behind the two girls without leaving their side, like the most thoughtful servant.

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It was even carrying a backpack on its back, and the most badass part was that it was holding an umbrella in its hand.

This was “Butler No. 1,” which Anran had just made.

Pah.

Damn rich people!

“Anran, Anran, there’s watermelon for sale over there.” Aila suddenly pointed at Orange-Juice-Flavored Candy.

Anran turned her head when she heard that.

A female player of normal build was sitting on a small stool at the edge of the beach. A wooden sign was stuck in front of her, and the thing piled up the most around her was watermelon.

Green and glossy.

Some were cut open, and some were not.

Beach, watermelon, swimsuits, and the sea. It seemed like a very fitting combination.

“How much for one watermelon?”

Anran walked over and asked.

“3 Bilu each.” Orange Juice yawned. “These watermelons are all about the same size.”

NPCs who did not give her money were not cute at all.

NPCs who gave her only a tiny bit of money were not cute either.

“Give me two, then.”

Emmm…

After pondering for a moment, Anran picked up another bottle of sunscreen. “I’ll take one of these too.”

Although this lady was naturally beautiful, she still had to take care of herself.

Her mindset had adjusted very well. Of course, when it came to intimate contact with men, Anran still refused.

“That will be 56 Bilu in total.”

Orange Juice finally perked up a little. 56. This was already the biggest customer she had met today.

So pitiful…

Back in the day, when she was in Seeking Immortals, she had also been a vendor who handled transactions worth hundreds of millions of spirit stones.

Although that was after prices collapsed.

But at least it sounded like hundreds of millions, not 56.

56.

Emmm…

Anran pondered for a moment.

Damn, no way she thinks even this is expensive, right?

Orange Juice was furious. This lady’s price is already close to the lowest possible, and you still think it’s expensive?

Emmm…

In fact, what Anran was thinking was that she only had 100-Bilu notes on her, and recently she had no small change.

Her poverty was poverty in a different sense from Orange Juice’s.

At the very least, if Anran had no food to eat, she could still dine and dash.

XD

“Girl, want to buy a gun? I’ll sell you an ordinary Warhorse Pistol a little cheaper right now, only 150 Bilu.” As she spoke, Anran pulled a pistol out of Butler No. 1’s bag.

“…”

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What the hell?

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What was this NPC doing?

“I usually sell it to other people for 180 Bilu.” As she spoke, Anran put on her merchant’s hat.

An arms dealer in a cute-style swimsuit, standing by the beach while buying melons.

For a moment, Orange Juice could not quite understand this game.

But she clicked open Anran’s shop.

The listed price of the Warhorse Pistol really was 180 Bilu.

If she took in this gun and resold it, would that not mean 30 Bilu straight into her pocket?

This…

“Why don’t you buy two more bottles of sunscreen?”

Orange Juice’s enthusiasm became extremely real.

“How much are the binoculars?”

“30 Bilu each.”

Two pairs of binoculars, two bottles of sunscreen.

“I’ll throw in a few bullets too.”

Anran tossed over the things, then left with Aila.

Orange Juice happily put away the gun and bullets.

Butler No. 1 dutifully held up the umbrella. Once it reached the sand, the wheels under its feet retracted, and it switched to a walking movement mode.

Slippers stepped on the soft sand. A sea breeze carrying a faint fishy scent blew toward them, and the azure sea stretched endlessly into the distance.

There were already many people on the broad beach.

There were NPCs, and there were players.

Some were lying on beach chairs, some were playing with sand, and some were swimming.

Aila and Anran each carried a watermelon as they came to the beach.

Their double-9 charm quickly attracted quite a few gazes, but for the moment, no one dared come up to strike up a conversation. The main reason was that Butler No. 1, following closely beside them, was far too domineering.

That was a robot, after all. A robot that could hold an umbrella and looked like a bodyguard.

After reaching a raised beach umbrella, Anran set the watermelon on the ground.

Then she took a tablet computer from Butler No. 1’s bag.

With practiced movements, she opened the dark web and entered the backend of a certain mission. The first thing that appeared before her eyes was a map, and on that map, a red dot was rapidly approaching the coastline.

The coast. South Island’s coast.

“Remember to hide behind the boat later. Otherwise, don’t blame me if you get hit by stray fire.”

After inputting that sentence, Anran reached out, and Butler No. 1 took the tablet computer back.

Although its movements were a little stiff, its execution was quite on point.

“Anran, Anran, is the target about to arrive?” Aila asked.

“Soon.”

Hunting mission. Reward: 100,000 Bilu.

The target was returning from the open sea on a private yacht. In a little while, they would pass by this beach and dock at a harbor nearby.

Aila sat on the sand while holding her watermelon.

“We still have a few minutes. Let’s cut a watermelon first.”

Anran took out a knife and began cutting the watermelon very seriously.

As if they had simply come to the seaside for a vacation.

But the autumn beach would greet the arrival of the tide with the roar of gunfire.