Chapter 50: Quarrels Turn to Blows Without Warning

After carefully studying for a while, Li Xin managed to get a clear grasp of the new game. This upgraded version of King of Games had several new features compared to before, yet it did not feel bloated or cumbersome; everything fit seamlessly. Li Xin felt that only now did the game truly resemble a game—before, it was just about leveling up, and aside from the blurred line between illusion and reality, there wasn’t much that was genuinely captivating.

But things were different now. Li Xin summarized five delightful advantages that made him eager and unable to stop.

First, the illusion-real merge.

Second, random tasks. Some tasks were complex, others simple; some were difficult, some easy. But regardless of the task, they always inspired a desire to explore and persist. And no matter the game, rewards for completing tasks are always exhilarating, especially those ultra-challenging SSS-level missions.

Third, the shop system. He hadn’t seen it yet, but there was bound to be unexpected treasures inside. With countless game types, not every reward Li Xin earned from tasks would be useful or complete. Through the shop, he could sell what he didn’t need and buy what he did—a perfect balance.

Fourth, stealth. Li Xin guessed this icon’s function probably activated randomly. Maybe it could be used for extended periods in the future, but for now, his level and abilities were insufficient—it was clearly on cooldown.

Fifth, titles. Before Roland vanished, her answer hinted at a tremendous secret: titles had enormous significance! What exactly, he didn’t yet know—but that was the most alluring aspect.

Having thought things through and prepared himself, Li Xin entered the game, embarking on a long journey of Landlord.

It was just Landlord, so there was no need for illusion-real merge, nor to hurriedly allocate attribute points. With his quick reflexes and exceptional memory, as long as he remembered what cards had been played, he could roughly deduce the opponents’ remaining cards.

He randomly chose Room 11 in the competition area. Only one table had players; the rest were empty. Li Xin didn’t give it much thought, assuming it was late and most people had gone to bed. So he cheerfully hopped in.

He was dealt a fine hand: one small joker, two twos, two aces, two kings, three queens… After a quick combination, he had only two single cards left, a three and a five.

A bit low—he feared they might not be easily played out.

Neither opponent wanted to be landlord, so Li Xin naturally took it at double stakes.

The base cards were impressive: big joker, two, king.

Double the stakes.

As soon as the game began, Li Xin didn’t hesitate. He immediately played airplane: three queens, three kings, carrying the three and five. The opponents passed, so Li Xin played another long string; still, they passed. Li Xin smiled and played a pair of sevens.

Now, his hand held only the pair of jokers, three twos, a pair of nines, and a pair of aces.

The opponents still hadn’t played a single card. Li Xin thought that as long as he kept playing pairs, victory was assured.

But isn’t there a saying?

The ideal is rich, but reality is bone-thin.

The opponent suddenly threw out a bomb: four fours. Thinking he still had plenty of high cards, Li Xin responded with his pair of jokers.

Double the stakes!

Double again!

It was already at sixteen times.

Pass, pass. Li Xin pressed on, playing three twos with a pair of nines. Only a pair of aces remained in his hand.

Farmer A: Pass!

Farmer B: Bomb!

“Damn, how did I forget the sixes? Not a single six has been played for ages,” Li Xin mocked himself and passed.

Straight, pass.

Straight, pass.

Three with one, pass.

A five was played, Li Xin rejoiced: Ace!

Farmer A: Two.

“Shit!” Li Xin cried out; Farmer B had only one card left.

Sure enough, Farmer A played a three, and Farmer B immediately followed with a five. The farmers won!

Sixteen thousand Happy Beans vanished instantly. Li Xin was distressed—he was playing on Wang Xiaoqian’s account, which he had just checked; there were a million Happy Beans total, and he had lost so many in one round. At this rate, he’d run out in less than fifty games.

Just as he was feeling frustrated, the attribute panel suddenly popped up with a reminder.

[System Message]: Task failed 1/3. Please try harder and strive for victory soon.

Li Xin was nearly in tears. Winning fifty consecutive games was practically an impossible task. He’d thought with illusion-real merge he could breeze through, but entering Landlord, he realized that in games without HP, those abilities were useless. In games like King of Fighters or CF, you fought and survival depended on your character, so illusion-real merge made him formidable.

But Landlord was a battle of wits—it didn’t involve life or death. He was only level zero, all attributes at zero, so he actually had no illusion-real abilities at all. His game avatar was just ordinary data.

“This is ridiculous, obviously a trap. Not even a chance to level up—what’s the point of playing?” Li Xin stuck out his tongue in frustration, his brows creased.

At that moment, a few messages popped up on the computer screen:

Farmer A: Brother, are you playing or not? If not, don’t take up a seat.

Farmer B: If you’re not playing, get lost early. Squatting on the toilet and not shitting—what kind of hero are you?

Farmer A: Calm down, calm down.

As the saying goes, in a big forest, there are all kinds of birds. On the internet, unless you have hacker-level skills to trace the other’s identity, even if someone curses your ancestors, you can only glare helplessly.

At worst, everyone’s a keyboard warrior, trading insults in a volley.

Li Xin, though he never went to college, prided himself on being a cultured person. He disdained quarreling and bickering.

He replied calmly: Leaving now.

Just as he was about to exit the room, Farmer B suddenly said: Haha, tricking idiots feels great.

Farmer A quickly sent a barrage of emojis, but Li Xin, sharp as ever, instantly understood: these two were colluding.

Li Xin’s anger flared—he despised tricksters and cheaters most.

“Bastards, dare to play tricks on me? If you’ve got guts, let’s battle for five hundred rounds! I’ll take you both for everything you’ve got!”

Farmer A forced a smile. Farmer B was a real piece of work—finally found a fool to tease, but now he was spouting nonsense, ruining their own game. In such a large competition area, who would dare challenge them again? Everyone’s already scared off.

Just as Farmer A was about to speak, Farmer B popped up: Afraid you’re a wimp. Damn it, today if I say I surrender, I’ll never play Happy Landlord again!

He was hot-tempered—such people are good at tricking others but dread being exposed. Their emotions and actions are nothing but mortified rage.

As the saying goes: disagreement leads to a fight.

Though it was merely a minor dispute online, both sides decided on a battle to the death, determined to prove who was superior. For Li Xin, it was the fury of being made a fool; for Farmer B, the indignation of being despised.

The war began!

Fight for landlord!

Meanwhile, in the opposite bedroom, Wang Xiaoqian gently removed the bandage from her left arm and carefully changed clothes.

She wore a sexy black lace three-piece ensemble.