Chapter 142
by Need_More_SleepChapter 142: I’ll Make Money For You
Thwack! Thwack!
On her way home, Mi Xiaoliu was caught by Wei Shi and smacked twice with a feather duster.
It stung a little.
Mi Xiaoliu walked over to her “Hermit Sister” and flopped onto her. “Rub it.”
Hermit Sister obligingly massaged her bottom, soothing the pain in a comforting manner.
After this happened enough times, the girl had learned to seek comfort on her own—and the sense of accomplishment from this little habit warmed Hermit Sister’s heart.
Mi Xiaoliu’s thoughts: Hermit Sister is a very good person.
What she didn’t know was that the reason Wei Shi had been able to pinpoint her location so precisely was entirely thanks to this “very good person.”
Wei Shi, glaring at Hermit: “Who told you to comfort her?”
A child who gets comforted won’t remember the lesson.
He was absolutely furious. This girl had completely ignored his warnings, gone off on her own to do things outside the mission, and even brought back a fake server.
Yep. That computer tower wasn’t a server at all.
“Are you really that desperate for two billion?” He yanked Mi Xiaoliu over and jabbed her forehead repeatedly.
Mi Xiaoliu covered her forehead and shook her head. “No.”
She actually kind of was.
She started counting on her fingers, trying to calculate how many hamburgers and meat buns two billion could buy.
“What were you even planning to do with a server? That was someone else’s mission target!”
Hermit Sister quickly stepped between them, worried Mi Xiaoliu might say something wrong and get hit again.
Then they saw Mi Xiaoliu pull out a Gatling gun.
The sudden appearance of this heavy modern weapon made Wei Shi’s eyelid twitch. For a second, he thought she had the audacity to threaten him with force—so he raised the feather duster again…
———— Sasha told Mi Xiaoliu to give a brief explanation. ————
An unbelievable spatial ability—no, something that transcended spatial abilities altogether.
Retrieving objects across dimensions sounded impossible, but in this world of bizarre superhumans, such things probably existed.
Probably.
After hearing Mi Xiaoliu’s explanation, Wei Shi scolded her a couple more times before sending her off to bed. It was already 10 PM, and if she didn’t sleep soon, she’d be drowsy in class the next day.
“So, is our next target the server?” Hermit Sister propped her chin on her hand, smiling at Wei Shi.
The organization had never forbidden interfering with another team’s mission objectives.
“That’s not our mission.” Wei Shi replied coldly, pulling off his shirt.
Hermit Sister opened her laptop. “Should we at least look into the server’s location?”
“Do whatever you want. I won’t stop you.” He opened a small case and took out a syringe.
Then, without hesitation, he stabbed it straight into his heart—a move that would make any medical professional scream in horror.
“Mmm.” Hermit Sister knew this was his way of giving silent approval.
First, she used her clairvoyant writing ability to access the FBI’s database, which contained shallow code fragments from the Dream Game world—remnants left behind from clashes between government data-manipulators and the Electronic Ghost.
Then, using this as a medium, she directly pinpointed the server’s location. What would have been an extremely difficult task for official forces took her less than three minutes.
Finally, she filtered the objects in the scene, and the target emerged.
A mechanical pet no larger than an A4 sheet of paper, looking like one of those cute robotic mascots banks use for promotional gimmicks. In reality, it was one of the stolen high-tech robots from Sunshine City.
This was the physical carrier of the Dream Game server—though it was unclear whether the Electronic Ghost had been embedded in it from the start or transferred later, since the Dream Game incidents had occurred even before the robot was stolen.
Hermit Sister pulled up the footage on her tablet, tilting it slightly toward Wei Shi so he could “accidentally” catch a glimpse.
Strangely, the little robot didn’t seem to be in the hands of Tian Xing Dao.
Several bodies lay scattered on the ground—the oldest around forty, the youngest no older than Mi Xiaoliu. Their eyes were vacant, lifeless, each with a bullet hole in the head as the fatal wound.
Red Prince stepped forward, reaching to pick up the small robot marked with a bloody handprint.
Suddenly, a passing cargo truck—skidding from brake failure—swerved and crashed toward him, forcing him to leap back to avoid it.
The wheels rolled directly over a young man lying on the ground whether dead or not was unclear, crushing his skull like a watermelon.
What had once been an identifiable corpse was instantly rendered unrecognizable. An eyeball, mixed with brain matter, even rolled to the roadside. The scene became indescribably gruesome.
The next second, the out-of-control truck was sliced clean through the middle. The fuel tank, scraping against the ground from momentum, exploded.
Miraculously, the little robot remained untouched. But the Red Prince immediately abandoned his plan to retrieve it, using the flames as cover to flee without hesitation.
The truck’s interference had displaced him from his original position, allowing him to evade what would have been an instantly lethal attack.
This was no coincidence—recent shifts in “White’s” fate had spared his life.
Some time later, the Reaper of the Night descended upon the scene. By then, the Red Prince had long since escaped. It seemed the Little Demon King had launched an attack from an extreme distance.
Beneath his hood, golden-orange eyes scanned the surroundings.
With the Red Prince already gone, he didn’t pursue him. Instead, he erased the truck and its flames entirely, slung the unconscious driver over his shoulder, and checked for any remaining survivors.
Then, unexpectedly, he spotted the small robot.
Okulet remembered that the Red Prince had tried to take it.
So he took it with him.
Watching all this, Wei Shi’s brow furrowed deeply.
Things had taken the most troublesome turn possible.
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The next day, in the infirmary…
“Got you now!” Wearing a stolen school nurse’s uniform, Gloria pinned Mi Xiaoliu against the wall with one hand, gripping both of the girl’s wrists.
She let out a laugh straight out of Tom the Cat. “Go on, scream! Scream all you want—no one’s coming to save you! I’m gonna harass you so badly!”
Normally, this black-clad operative should have been far stronger, yet Gloria easily held her down with one hand. So her ability is actively triggered, not passive physical enhancement.
“I’m sorry.” Mi Xiaoliu shook her head, pleading.
“Tch.” Gloria smirked coldly and released her grip. “It’s fine. I forgive you.”
“…?” Mi Xiaoliu looked up, confused.
“See, yesterday I got angrier the more I thought about it. I kept wondering how to get back at you, and finally, I came up with a brilliant idea…” Gloria pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and handed it to Mi Xiaoliu. “I bought you from that old hag.”
The document read:
Effective immediately, Heli Aumann transfers ownership of her son, Mi Xiaoliu, to Gloria Lasvedo for the sum of 5,000 Mira.
Party A Signature: Gloria Lasvedo
Party B Signature: Heli Aumann
Date: ×××
[Official Seal]
…Huh. The signatures for Party A and Party B were in the same handwriting.
It was a laughably crude forgery—just a PowerPoint printout copied at some shop. The red “official seal” was a five-dollar toy stamp from the school’s convenience store, complete with a cartoon design.
Mi Xiaoliu stared at the paper for a long moment before tugging Gloria’s sleeve. “I’m Heli’s.”
“No, Master doesn’t actually belong to Heli…” Sasha muttered.
“Yep, but she sold you to me. Already took the money.” Gloria nodded solemnly.
Heh, this brat totally fell for it. Ke-ke-ke.
Mi Xiaoliu shook her head. “Not for sale.”
Gloria flashed a mischievous grin and spun a wild lie: “Too bad! According to the ‘Ownership Protection Act,’ once the transaction is complete, you’re mine. C’mon, don’t you love buns? I’ll use you to make buns when we get home.”
She threw her arms up in an exaggerated, clawing motion, pretending to lunge.
Mi Xiaoliu shook her head again, dropped the paper, and bolted.
“I’m dying!”
This kid is way too fun. Gotta convince the old hag to ship him (her) to my place sometime.
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After school, Heli—who hadn’t been home in two days—temporarily set aside her work to pick up Mi Xiaoliu at the school gate. Since Gloria had been taken home by her family yesterday, Heli had to handle pickup duty herself.
After just two days apart, the girl sprinted over and clung to her.
Seeing her so attached eased a fraction of Heli’s work stress.
[SAN +1]
[SAN +1]
“Don’t sell me.” Mi Xiaoliu looked up at her with wide eyes.
Heli: “…?”
“I’ll make money for you.”
Heli: “……??”
Nearby, bystanders began shooting them with very odd looks.
[Translator’s Note: See the index page for this Novel if you want to see the Amazon Link for the eBooks.]
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