Chapter 171: The Little Tyrant of the Streets

Kui Hai: No, no, no, that was me rejecting the color.

Already bundled up in a thick cotton jacket and being showered with praise by his wife—“Not bad, looks great, the color really suits you”—Kui Hai felt utterly defeated. In the end, he just couldn’t bring himself to refuse his beaming wife. So, with a stiff face and tears in his eyes, he accepted the big red jacket.

Wu Xingyu narrowed her eyes, studying him in the bright red cotton coat, clearly satisfied. For once, she even paid someone a compliment: “It really suits you. Looks great.”

Then she added, “Got it at a discount. Totally worth it.”

She’d only tacked on 200 energy coins to the price Yun Qimu had offered her, which was already a huge concession for someone as shrewd as her.

Kui Hai was a refined, handsome middle-aged man with fair skin and elegant features. Now, dressed in a bright red cotton jacket—sure, it looked a bit tacky, but the color made his face look even more striking, his lips redder and teeth whiter. He actually looked even better.

Pei Yu sneaked a glance, secretly a little envious. If he’d known, he would’ve bought that jacket himself. With his even fairer complexion, he’d definitely look better in it than Kui Hai.

Ying Hua cheerfully pulled out her energy coins and bought the jacket, then asked Wu Xingyu for a black cotton coat at the regular price (3,000 energy coins), threw it over her shoulders, and hurried off with Kui Hai to catch up with the Mo Lan City group.

Kui Hai cast a longing look at the black cotton coat on his wife, a hesitant expression on his refined face, wanting to swap.

But when Ying Hua looked over and asked what he wanted to say, he just grinned foolishly and kept quiet.

Ah, his wife’s taste was just different from everyone else’s—what could he do? He could only indulge her.

Feeling a little bitter, Kui Hai pulled his big red jacket tighter and strode forward. He needed to get into Earth Village and cool off—wearing this thick coat in the blazing heat outside was just too much.

The Mo Lan City group was already logging into the game.

Each of them was full of curiosity at the sudden appearance of a blue light screen in front of them.

“Whoa, this is exactly the kind of login interface I’ve dreamed of for a massive game!” Kun Sang’s eyes lit up. Usually the one with the sourest face and least enthusiasm for Earth Village, he instantly transformed into an eager gamer, itching to try out the game.

He excitedly discussed it with his companions.

“Username? What should we use for our usernames?”

Huan Linyuan was also visibly excited, though he kept up his steady, big-brother leader act. He offered a suggestion, “If you want something mysterious, pick a nickname. If you don’t care, just use your real name—it’ll save you the trouble of not knowing who people are calling if they use your alias in Earth Village.”

“Yeah, good point.”

Kun Sang, who’d been planning to pick a cool, imposing name, sheepishly gave up on the idea.

Everyone here knew each other—if he picked something weird, he’d just get laughed at.

So he obediently entered his real name: “Kun Sang.”

After following the login steps, he couldn’t help but exclaim again, “Whoa! There are actually ten storage slots here!”

His usually smug, handsome face flushed with excitement. Spatial buttons weren’t exactly cheap or common—only about half the higher-ups in Mo Lan City had one. They’d brought them in from the interstellar world more than twenty years ago. When their legion was defeated and became prisoners, all their belongings were confiscated as spoils of war. Luckily, their Mo-ge—their current city lord—had planned ahead. On the very first day of their capture and exile, he led everyone to break into the Exile Star, not giving the people from Kimberley any time to react.

So while most of their major supplies were seized, their personal spatial buttons hadn’t been taken yet.

Back then, Kun Sang was just a low-ranking grunt—how could he have owned something as precious as a spatial button? So now, seeing these free storage slots, he was beyond thrilled.

Beaming, he turned to Huan Linyuan. “Brother Yuan, give me back the clothes and other stuff I left with you. I’ll put them in my own storage slots now—so much more convenient.”

“Mm.”

Huan Linyuan grinned as well, handing over Kun Sang’s things, then couldn’t help grumbling about their unreliable city lord.

How could Mo-ge not tell them that joining Earth Village would get them ten free storage slots each?

If every Mo Lan City person had one, things would be so much easier.

No, he’d have to report this to Deputy Lin. The people of Mo Lan City needed to come to Earth Village in batches, get their resident status, and make sure everyone got their ten storage slots.

Once everyone had finished logging in, Yun Qimu said to them, “Once you’re in the village, feel free to explore. If you run into any monsters, you can fight them as you like. Anything you get from treasure chests opened by official residents is yours to keep. If you’re not an official resident and want to take items from chests out of the village, you’ll have to buy them with energy coins—and the price is steep.”

Kui Hai thought, not becoming an official resident would be a real loss.

That thought reached its peak when his wife and the neighboring Hailang both killed a snowfish at the same time.

“Wow, Hailang, you’re so lucky! First thing you do is run into a snowfish. Quick, open the chest and see what’s inside!” The Mo Lan City group crowded around, eager to see.

Hailang, with his ice-blue hair, looked like a carefree young man, exuding the bold, upright aura of the Mo Lan City legion.

But in reality, he was originally a little native abandoned on the Exile Star, scraping by in Mercenary City. By the age of seven or eight, he was already fighting older kids for scraps—a real little tyrant of the streets.

Later, he was picked up by Mo Xie and raised by several people from Mo Lan City, growing up in the army. He trained hard in military boxing, and after awakening his powers, was mentored by Lin Zhengyang and others. At just nineteen, barely an adult, he was already an A-rank ability user—a testament to his talent.

He wasn’t supposed to be on this mission to support Longteng, but the kid was so clever—he said he missed Mo Xie, whom he regarded as his own father.

How could they stop a child from seeing the father figure he hadn’t seen in ages? Of course they couldn’t.

So Hailang got a spot and came along.

Now, completely dazzled by the novelty of the game, Hailang’s eyes were no longer glued to Mo Xie. Surrounded by the others, he walked excitedly toward the brass treasure chest standing in the snow.

As for his “dad”? Could that compare to the allure of a treasure chest?

Obviously not.

He gleefully opened the chest, and the system notification chimed immediately."