The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 45

85L [I’m a Good Boy]: I want to shower my teammates with praise, but I have no eloquence, so I’ll keep it short. Just know that the +25-point guy, “Shuang Mu Cheng Jing,” is an absolute legend—he can fly, dive, and even pilot a submarine. [thumbs up]

His boyfriend is also a beast, but too aloof. I didn’t dare talk to him much.

Strangely, his boyfriend’s ID didn’t show up on the final results screen. Oh well, not important. What is important is that this match showed me the true power of teamwork.

Now, let’s talk about how we got wiped out.

The first one out was Hawaiian Shirt Guy, who got eaten by a nautilus. First blood.

The second one out was Fatty.

Before Fatty died, she dragged Karl down with him. Double kill.

Near-Sighted Guy got Skinny Guy killed, then got discovered by Nosy Woman, and they took each other out.

Meanwhile, Fox-Spirit Wannabe pushed Lin bro down a cave, but then got instantly avenged by his boyfriend.

Out of ten players, seven were dead.

By the time I arrived, there was nothing left but a camera and a pile of photos.

Since the mission photos could be transferred, you get the idea—I somehow ended up the last man standing. [dumbfounded][sly smile] Low-key flex.

86L: …

87L: Good boy, this isn’t “the warmth of human kindness”—this is the darkness of human nature.

88L: So this is the infamous bloodbath of high-rank matches?!

89L: That smug emoji at the end is really asking for a beating…

90L: So he got lucky, matched with this team, and somehow still walked away with 19 free points.

91L: I still feel like I’ve seen the ID “Shuang Mu Cheng Jing” somewhere before. I can’t be the only one, right? No way… no way… no way…?

…..

129L [Chubby is Cute]: This is making me sick. Fine, a small person getting complacent, but did he really need to make a post about it? At least the ending was satisfying—those fakes and bootlickers all died. Heh, I never liked them anyway. Also, you call yourself a “good boy”? You dress like a country bumpkin and talk like an idiot. And as for “Shuang Mu Cheng Jing,” are you seriously calling him a pro? Didn’t he just leech off his boyfriend the whole time? That 25 points was completely carried.

130L: ?

131L: ??? The person involved?

132L: …129L, do you even brush your teeth before you speak? Your attitude is disgusting.

133L: Seeing the word “carried” finally jogged my memory. Everyone, do you remember Brother Hao?

134L: ??? Brother Hao…

140L [I’m a Good Boy]: Holy sh*t, fat*ss actually showed up. 666, making a fool of yourself in-game wasn’t enough, now you wanna show off your stupidity here too? You seriously don’t realize how embarrassing you are? Always whining and crying whenever something happens, taking advantage of people whenever there’s a camera. Walking around with a permanent scowl like you’re the king of the world.

142L: [Eating popcorn] You two keep going—I could watch this all day.

143L: As a fellow chubby person, I just wanna say… sure, you can have biases, but can we not use “fat*ss” as the go-to nickname? [Picking nose]

144L: Found it! Brother Hao! [Shares post: “Haha, just ranting about this so-called ‘pro’ I met in a game earlier.”]

150L [I’m a Good Boy]: If Brother Lin hadn’t piloted the submarine to dodge the Dunkleosteus, do you really think you would’ve made it to the Carboniferous period alive? If the self-destruct mode hadn’t been triggered, we ALL would’ve died in the second mass extinction! Dumb*ss, and you have the nerve to call someone a leech?

151L: I don’t know why, but this script is starting to feel kind of romantic (:3J∠)

152L: I don’t know why, but it feels like this guy keeps getting unfairly labeled as a leech.

153L: What, is it my fault my boyfriend is too strong? [Dog emoji]

160L [Chubby is Cute]: Did I ask for him to save me? So what if Lin Jing saved my life—does that change the fact that he was carried? I saw it with my own eyes: all the photos were given to him by Xu Wanzhi. Do you think I don’t know? I was right there watching. Back in the Devonian period, I was already pissed off—while the rest of us were running for our lives from a giant nautilus, he and his boyfriend were chilling on some reef like they were on vacation. Didn’t have to do anything, just stretched out a hand and got everything handed to them.

161L: ? Wait, let me share a classic victim quote: 【Invincible Brother Hao: There’s nothing much to say, I just wanna rant about this ‘pro’ I met in a game earlier. Did absolutely nothing except start fires, got arrested three times. In the end, he won because of his sugar daddy. Haha, amazing. What is this? Set fire to a mountain—cops arrest me. Set another fire—boss falls in love with me.】

162L: PFFFFT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS GOLD

163L: My face mask is about to fall off from laughing too hard.

…..

184L: Why even call yourself “Shuang Mu Cheng Jing” at this point? Just rename yourself “Shuang Mu Cheng Leech”… I guess even leeching can make you famous.

Lin Jing: “……” Is that even how you use the phrase “famous for something”? Unreal. Do these people have no culture?

But honestly, he could tell most of them were just joking around, so he didn’t take it to heart.

He closed the forum and went back to replying to Blondie.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing]: ……

[One Hundred One Night]: Holy sh*t hahahahaha, Brother Lin, you’re on the hotlist in two forums. You’re basically a forum celebrity now—have you thought about starting a livestream?!

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing]: No, I’ll probably quit after one or two more rounds.

His dad said there was a chance he could recover mentally.

If he recovered, why would he stay here putting up with all this nonsense?

[One Hundred One Night]: ??? Why???

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing]: The system is targeting me.

[One Hundred One Night]: ???

****

The Main Star at Night

The night sky was completely devoid of stars. A jungle of steel stretched from deep underground up into the sky. The horizon was a dividing line—above, floating skyscrapers; below, a densely packed maze of underground tunnels.

Interwoven light rails cut through the darkness, streaks of speeding vehicles casting neon glows.

The world buzzed with restless energy.

In District Four, a standalone villa with a garden sat quietly. Outside the iron gate, a sleek, black, state-of-the-art car came to a stop.

The door opened automatically, and a golden-haired girl with an icy expression stepped out.

The smart security bot at the entrance beeped and moved forward to scan her identity.

Lilith took a deep breath and asked, “Is Grandmother asleep yet?”

The robot: “Not yet.”

Lilith rubbed her temples. “Okay, I’ll go change first.”

The matriarch of the Osmond Family preferred peace and quiet. After her husband passed away, she despised the noise of District One, but she didn’t want to be too far from her sons either, so she had relocated to District Four.

After freshening up and changing into a simple white nightgown, Lilith carefully combed her golden hair and made her way upstairs.

Both sides of the hallway were covered with paintings—landscapes, animals, architecture—all drawn in a style that was raw but brimming with life. People said these were all the work of a little aunt she had never met. She lifted her violet eyes, letting her gaze linger on them once again.

At the end of the hall was a redwood door.

Lilith hesitated before knocking lightly.

Sure enough, her grandmother was still awake. Her voice, though old and hoarse, rang out: “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Lilith.”

After getting permission, Lilith pushed open the door and stepped inside. The lamp was still on.

Her grandmother sat up in bed, looking at her quietly.

“Good evening, Grandmother.” Lilith greeted politely.

Her grandmother frowned. “Why are you back so late?”

Lilith answered truthfully, “Training took longer than expected.”

The old woman instantly tensed, her expression darkening as she sat up straighter, fingers trembling. “Training? Did your father—”

Lilith quickly reassured her, “No, it wasn’t Father’s idea. It was arranged by the school, and I agreed to it myself.”

Only then did her grandmother’s expression ease.

Lilith sighed inwardly. She had been only three years old when her father and grandmother had a falling out, but she would never forget that scene.

Shattered glass from a vase littered the floor. Both her grandmother and father were red-faced with rage, shouting accusations at each other. Her uncles stood frozen, not daring to breathe too loudly. Her mother had simply covered her ears in silence.

And Lilith… she had stared up at the chandelier overhead, feeling as if it might shake loose and come crashing down at any moment.

Actually, even now, she still didn’t know the root cause of their argument. She only remembered that on the night they moved out of District One, her grandmother’s eyes were red as she kissed her on the cheek and told her that from then on, she should do whatever she wanted—no one could decide for her, not even her father.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was the little princess of the Osmond family, adored by all and lacking nothing. But only she knew that the only reason she could be so free under the rule of her dictatorial father was because of her grandmother. Otherwise, her dreams, her future, and even her marriage would all be controlled by the family.

Lilith quietly walked over and sat by the bed, her gaze landing on the open photo album. As expected, she once again saw that family portrait and, at its center, the girl so beautiful she seemed almost unreal.

Her aunt.

Lilith didn’t know much about this aunt. Her parents avoided the topic, and her grandmother would fall silent whenever she was mentioned.

The only thing she knew was that this aunt was a genius. And that genius had made a mistake.

Shifting her gaze, Lilith snuggled into her grandmother’s arm, her golden curls falling over her shoulders, her bright eyes twinkling like an angel’s.

“Grandmother, tomorrow is Saturday, and I have the day off. Do you want to go to the art exhibition with me?”

“Saturday?” Her grandmother murmured the word but didn’t answer her question. Then, suddenly, her murky eyes cleared. “Yes, tomorrow is Saturday.”

She straightened up and pressed a button by the window.

The house-wide butler system instantly activated, and a blue holographic interface appeared midair.

The elderly woman’s voice was anxious. “Anna, do I have an appointment with Dean Chang tomorrow?”

A mechanical female voice gently responded, “Madam, no. Dean Chang declined your request, citing a busy experiment schedule.”

Her grandmother opened her mouth but was stunned into silence for several seconds.

Lilith watched from the side, already numb to it. She sighed helplessly. “Grandmother, he’s refused so many times already. Why do you keep trying?” A trace of sadness flickered in her violet eyes. “What exactly do you want from him? Can’t you tell me? Your granddaughter can help you.”

The elderly woman closed her eyes and slowly shut the photo album.

Lilith’s eyes were filled with sorrow. “Then… can we go to the art exhibition?”

A heavy silence filled the room.

Her grandmother said nothing for a long time.

In the end, Lilith went to the exhibition alone.

In truth, she had no interest in it at all.

The tickets were forced onto her by the exhibition host, and she had only accepted them because she was tired of watching her grandmother get upset over that d*mned Dean Chang every Saturday.

But in the end, it was all useless.

Shaking off a suitor who disgusted her, Lilith wandered alone into the most secluded hallway.

There were others there—two girls.

The thick red carpet absorbed their footsteps, and under the scattered glow of chandeliers, she overheard their conversation.

“Holy cr*p, you really got accepted as Dr. Xu’s assistant? Doesn’t that mean you can enter the research institute’s base?”

The other girl’s voice carried unconcealed laughter. “Yeah.”

“The world of academic tyrant students is so boring. What does the place look like?”

“It’s stunning! You wouldn’t believe it—the research institute is actually built inside a flower valley, and it’s filled with white hyacinths.”

“Wow, that sounds so romantic. Did you see Dean Chang?”

“No. I was only there for a day or two, so I didn’t get to meet him. But I did see an absolutely gorgeous guy.”

“Huh?”

“He was breathtaking. I swear my heart almost stopped. Dr. Xu said he’s from our university. If that’s true, then what’s the current campus heartthrob even doing?”

“Seriously? That exaggerated? Got any pictures?”

“…No.”

“No pics? Then what’s the point?”

“Hahahaha.”

Lilith’s fingers traced the cold wall, but she said nothing.

***

Lin Jing had planned to rest for a couple of days before diving into the next game, but the good news came faster than expected.

At breakfast, his father casually dropped the bombshell as if discussing the weather. “You’re heading to the main star tomorrow. I’ve already spoken to Dean Chang.”

“Cough, cough, cough—”

He nearly choked on his milk.

Even Mother Lin was taken aback. “So soon?”

Professor Lin seemed a little surprised himself. “Yeah, he called out of the blue. No idea why he suddenly has time now.”

After a brief moment of shock, Lin Jing was overjoyed. “Great! Thanks, Dad!”

What was this? Manifesting dreams into reality?

Finally, he wouldn’t have to put up with frustrating teammates in the game anymore!

And as if one good thing wasn’t enough, another followed.

As he was heading upstairs, a notification popped up on his computer screen.

[You are now friends with Wan Feng Wan Yue.]