0 burst out laughing at Doyeong’s savage chat. It wasn’t just that it was funny. He admired that kind of stubborn survival instinct, demanding “payment for food” even after losing 100 million won.
“Wow, scary. Alright then, I’ll give you 10 billion won worth instead of 100 million. So don’t run away.”
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: Oh, did something drop? Did something good drop? So heartwarming!
[Party] Minus Bank Account: As expected of the magnanimous Brother Won! Looking good!
Ignoring the cheers from clueless corpses, 0 sent a whispered message visible only to Doyeong.
[Whisper] 0: You heard that, right? You can’t take back what you said, bro. It’s embarrassing.
[Whisper] 0: And bro, thanks. I’ll treasure it forever, taxidermied on my body.
[Party] Won: …Alright. Eat a lot. Don’t get an upset stomach.
Though the chat was cool as ice, the real-life Doyeong was stamping his bare feet in frustration. His toes were so curled up, it was like they’d drill through the floor.
My tractor!! My brand-new tractor with air conditioning!!!
The pitiful, tear-streaked wails of the farmer who just threw away 100 million won echoed throughout the room.
At that moment, 0 as if determined, posted an item link in the party chat. Eating it wasn’t the end. It had to be shown off. Let the world know what my bro gave me.
[Party] 0: [Item Link: Eye of the Storm (Legendary)]
[Party] 0: ^^
Just two lines. The impact was like a nuclear bomb.
After a brief silence, the chat from the dead who were spectating went madly fast.
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: ??????????????
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: Wow, no way. That drops? Drops here?
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: Hey, look at the stats. 500 agility and triple damage on evasion? Crazy. Is this the first on the server?
The corpses practically jumped out of their coffins.
Enjoying their reactions, 0 fired a confirming shot.
[Party] 0: My bro told me to take it.
[Party] 0: Said he didn’t need it. Just tossed it on the ground coolly, you know?
[Party] 0: So I picked it up ><
The chat window exploded.
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: WHAT?????
[Party] Minus Bank Account: Don’t fake it. Who tosses that? Not even a lunatic.
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: That’s worth a car in cash! You’re saying he gave it to you?
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: Wow… Bro, are you Mansour? Does oil gush out in front of your house?
[Party] Minus Bank Account: Brother! I’m floored too! I’d be trash and still grateful!
[Party] 0: Don’t line up. I’m the one who got it. ^^
In 0’s chat, arrogance dripped off every word.
[Party] 0: My bro gave it to me as a gift because I worked hard.
[Party] 0: Seriously. What do I do? My bro’s so cool.
“Ugh…”
Doyeong groaned, clutching the monitor. Words like “car price” and “Mansour” stabbed his heart like daggers.
Lies! Lies! Lies!
But by now, saying “I didn’t actually know the market price, give it back” was too late. Plus, facing someone who says, “My bro’s so cool,” there was no way to back down looking pathetic.
Then, out of nowhere, the clueless Governor dropped a killer comment.
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: But honestly, at that price, isn’t that more than a gift? Like an engagement present?
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: I admit it. Burning 100 million won as a gift? That’s a proposal. True love.
[Party] Minus Bank Account: Congrats on Day 1 starting today. Is the ceremony at the dungeon entrance?
Doyeong’s face turned bright red. Were these guys all crazy or what?
[Party] Won: Shut up and lie down…
Trying to fix the situation, Doyeong started typing, but 0 poured oil on the fire.
[Party] 0: Right? This is basically a marriage proposal.
[Party] 0: I’ll accept the heart first. The body later.
“Hey!!!”
Doyeong shouted aloud.
“Are you even reading the chat right?? What acceptance? No way!”
But 0 had his mic off and was giggling quietly, no answer. Instead, the character on screen circled Doyeong’s ragged rabbit avatar, repeatedly using the [Blowing Hearts] emote.
Pop, pop, pop.
Pink hearts rained down over Doyeong’s dirty rabbit face like a bombing run.
[Party] Gwanak District Governor: Wow, true love.
[Party] Minus Bank Account: Brother, be happy. I can’t even understand this chaos. If Day 1 is this much, what are you gonna give on Day 100?
With trembling hands, Doyeong hovered over the keyboard. He had to clear up the misunderstanding. That was not a gift—it was theft! I’m not the chaebol you guys think, I’m just a farmer desperate for tractor repair fees!
[Party] Won: No, that’s not—
Tap. Tap tap.
But Doyeong couldn’t press enter.
50 million won. 100 million. Tractor. Automated greenhouse.
Those words floated in his mind, paralyzing his fingers.
My money…
Doyeong slammed his head on the desk.
I went crazy… I shouldn’t have hesitated, I should’ve grabbed it right away…
Meanwhile, the corpses on-screen were still shouting “Wow! Love of the century!” as they celebrated, and 0 was maliciously glittering the necklace, pulverizing Doyeong’s mental state by the grain.
The day was too long.
The chaotic raid finally ended, and everyone scattered to eat dinner. Of course, 0 stuck close to Doyeong’s grimy rabbit the whole time.
Grandfather, watching <5 O’Clock My Hometown> on the porch at full volume, turned his head.
“Doyeong! Did you cover the combine? Dew’s falling!”
“I did it earlier! Grandpa, is there any ramen left? I’m starving to death…”
Vroooom—!!!
Vroooooooom!!!
Suddenly, a deafening roar tore through the quiet, dark village clearing where not even an ant usually passed.
It wasn’t just one or two. The noise of dozens of engines approached from this direction.
“What the heck! Is there a war?! What’s this sound?!”
Startled, grandfather dropped the remote control. Doyeong opened the door and ran out to the yard.
“…huh?”
What unfolded before Doyeong’s eyes was basically a rural version of Mad Max.
Piercing the pitch-black darkness, 20 delivery motorcycles from every courier company in the town flashed their headlights and charged toward Doyeong’s blue gate house.
Riders wearing vests labeled ‘Swift Delivery’ and ‘Lightning Shipping’ surrounded the outdoor bench in front of the house like they were gearing up for a secret mission.
Screeeeaaak! Screech!
The bikes kicked up dust as they came to a halt.
But what the riders took out from the delivery bags wasn’t weapons.
It was freshly fried chicken, its savory aroma filling the air; glossy pork hocks and boiled pork; steaming hot pizza; and massive plastic bags as if they’d robbed the entire convenience store.
The lead rider took off his helmet and shouted dramatically.
“Is this the residence of Mr. ‘Rabbit’?!”
The candy stick fell weakly from Doyeong’s mouth to the floor.
“…Yes? Ra… Rabbit?”
“The customer’s special request! ‘No matter the cost, fill inventory—uh, I mean trunk—with everything you can cook now. Refund if it gets cold.’ Right?”
Doyeong stared blankly at the rider.
The receipt the rider handed out was almost like a roll of toilet paper. Dragging on the ground, it printed an amount over 3 million won.
“Oh, and here’s an extra order!”
The rider placed a top-grade Korean beef gift set and ginseng box, stacked between ice packs, on the bench. In an instant, the bench transformed into a five-star hotel buffet table, or rather a village feast spread.
Grandfather, leaning on his cane and coming outside, gawked at the scene, nearly dropping his dentures.
“What’s all this? Are you throwing a party, Doyeong? Getting married or what?”
Just then, grandmother, coming out from the kitchen with rubber gloves on, opened her eyes wide.
“Goodness! What’s all this commotion? Did you rob every restaurant in town?”
“No, Grandpa, Grandma, it’s not like that…”
“Oh dear! Did our boy hit the lotto? Sell some land or something?”
Grandma smacked Doyeong’s back in surprise. The rich smell of greasy food filled the yard, and the neighborhood dogs started barking wildly, drawn by the scent.
Doyeong went pale. The only one responsible for this mess had to be one person.
Without even noticing his slippers flying off, he dashed back into the room.
Bang!
Bursting the door open with force, Doyeong slid into his chair at the desk. On the screen, 0’s character was still waiting leisurely, arms crossed.
Doyeong put the headset on and screamed.
“Hey!!! You crazy bastard!!!”
No matter how much Doyeong yelled, 0 only smiled lazily.
“Looks like it arrived. 40 minutes. I was gonna ask for a refund if it was late, but I cut some slack.”
“Hey! How much money is this?! Our house is gonna explode! We can’t eat all this!”
“It won’t explode. If there’s leftovers, just feed the dogs. Brother, only eat the good stuff. Don’t put cheap crap in your mouth.”
0 remained nonchalant. Or rather, he clicked his tongue as if what he gave was still not enough.
