Half a month of living like a caveman—no showers, no proper sleep, four hours of rest a day—and people dared to call it "good luck"?
Still, the drop was worth money. He dialed immediately.
"Brother Hao, I finally got one!"
"How many?" Chen Cong's voice was cool.
"…One."
A long silence. Then: "Log in. Trade it to me."
Jiang Jiu beamed. "Yes, Brother Hao!"
Chen Cong logged into the game, equipping the precious new shoes Jiang Jiu delivered. The first new gear he'd seen in weeks.
His smugness dimmed quickly. He'd hired union grinders and even outsourced to Mei Youqian's game studio. None of them had produced a thing.
Half a month—zero drops. Only Jiang Jiu, the self-abusing grinder, had managed one.
Something wasn't right.
He dialed Mei Youqian.
"You called at the right time," Mei said bitterly. "Brother Hao, my studio can't do it. We had everyone grinding five straight days—nothing. No income, no results. I split half the team to other projects just to survive."
