Chapter Fifty-Seven: A New Prize Contest

Xie Jing had an idea he wanted to share, but A Ganzo was already so drunk he could hardly stand, and there was no time to speak.
He wanted to learn a skill!
Kakun’s strength was inferior to his—both in power and speed.
Yet, thanks to a series of sword techniques, Xie Jing had been caught off guard, and only managed to win by relying on raw energy to knock his opponent away.
Victory tasted hollow.
“Luxi, my dear Luxi, why did you leave me…” A Ganzo murmured, tears glistening in the corners of his rugged face.
He drained his glass of elven liquor in one gulp, then seemed to remember something. He looked at Xie Jing, shook his head, and said, “You have great power, but your sword skills are as childish and messy as someone who’s never learned, relying only on brute force.”
Xie Jing was delighted that A Ganzo had brought up the topic. He hurriedly asked, “Brother A Ganzo, may I learn swordsmanship from you?”
“No,” A Ganzo refused without hesitation.
“I have neither the patience nor the time to teach.”
But seeing Xie Jing’s disappointment, he offered an alternative.
“You could try seeking out GSD. That old man is strict, and his research into swordplay isn’t deep, but he suits you.”
GSD?
Xie Jing knew exactly who he was—the dedicated mentor of the Ghost Swordsman, the Ashura class, famed as the tyrant of the White Map.
“If you really want to hone your sword skills, you might try your luck finding my friend Siran. He travels across the continent, his sword techniques are agile and varied, and he’s an excellent teacher.”
Another familiar name—the renowned Siran, one of the Four Sword Saints. Xie Jing recalled he was currently in the Nation of Void Ancestors.
“Ping! Ten minutes until server launch. Please prepare!”
A loud voice echoed from the sky.
Hearing this, A Ganzo stood up, patted Xie Jing’s arm, and handed him a palm-sized wooden dagger.
“Thanks for the drinks today. Here’s my gift—if you find Siran, give this to him. It’ll earn you some favor.”
Xie Jing took the wooden dagger, carefully stored it, and thanked A Ganzo sincerely.
A Ganzo smiled, the drunken haze vanishing from his eyes. “Alright, time to head out! Let’s go!”
They left the tavern together, and the crowd who had been watching inside also dispersed, each heading to their own places.

“If you have time, come to the Northern Shelter. I’ll be there.”
“No problem!” Xie Jing nodded with a smile.
They parted ways at the crossroads, Xie Jing heading toward his own stall.
Passing the tree hollow, he found Seria standing at the entrance, not going inside.
“Miss Seria, are you waiting for me?”
Xie Jing teased, but Seria’s expression remained calm, even with a hint of a smile.
“Mr. Edward, thank you for helping me drive off Kakun. He’s always pestering me—thanks for your intervention.”
Such courtesy made Xie Jing feel a bit bored.
He understood Seria was doing this on purpose. Even if he had no designs on her, as a man, he couldn’t help but indulge in a bit of daydreaming.
Now, even that fleeting fantasy was wiped away by Seria’s words. Xie Jing waved his hand, said nothing, smiled at her, and went to his stall.
Seria watched him leave, her gaze thoughtful. She straightened her clothes and entered the tree hollow.
“Ten seconds until server launch. Nine, eight, seven…three, two, one!”
Xie Jing flipped through his activity records, checking if any characters hadn’t appeared yet. Suddenly, beside him, a pillar of intense light descended from the sky.
The light lasted a second. When it faded, a stall twice the size of Xie Jing’s appeared next to his own.
Dazzling colors!
Festive lanterns illuminated the scene. A middle-aged man with a mustache, dressed in a blue trench coat, stood grinning under an orange nameplate: Haken Vance.
Before him was a counter fashioned from a brightly colored speedboat, full of sci-fi flair, the mechanical assembly creating a beautiful streamlined look.
Behind him, a giant screen played scenes of various speedboats racing across the water, displaying different parts and formulas, prices listed below, and at the top, bold letters in red, blue, and yellow:
Speedboat Showdown Prize Bets!
Xie Jing felt a sudden sense of foreboding.
What was this? He’d just launched the horse race event, and now a patch had introduced a speedboat showdown?
He tapped the neighboring stall, and a complex, ornate chart appeared before him.
Like his own event, it allowed investments, with eight boats per race. But unlike his simple betting, the speedboat contest let players modify their boats and watch the race play out live.

Compared to his event, Xie Jing’s activity seemed vastly inferior.
Something was wrong—this must be a countermeasure from the Goose Corporation!
Xie Jing made a swift decision.
He had traveled into the world of DNF, where one could see themselves on the game screen. His event would inevitably impact Goose Corporation’s coin recovery, disrupting their control over the in-game economy.
This was unacceptable to them. Unfortunately, he wasn’t just some code—the Goose Corporation couldn’t simply delete his data. So, they could only design a similar event to compete against him!
They were trying to stop him from completing his mission!
Xie Jing was furious. It was only one hundred billion coins—barely a few hundred thousand in real money.
But he didn’t realize the Goose Corporation cared less about the coins than their ability to counter him.
By now, the company had started quietly investigating for internal saboteurs, convinced someone had rewritten the data.
After all, the idea of a transmigrator was hard to believe.
The server launched. Players watching intently began to log in, and the streets filled with travelers from other worlds.
As a game streamer, Jiuri Beibei was among the first to log in.
“Brothers, the server is live! I don’t believe I won’t hit it big this time—let’s go! Horse racing, here I come!”
Leaving Seria’s room, Jiuri Beibei headed straight to Xie Jing’s stall, about to open the investment screen when he noticed the flashy new stall beside it.
“Huh? There’s a new event! Let me check—Speedboat Showdown Prize Bets?! What’s going on?!”
Jiuri Beibei frowned, puzzled. He opened the event page and found its content similar to horse racing.
“That’s odd. Did Goose Corporation make a mistake? Two prize betting events launched on the same day!”
Looking closer, he saw the speedboat event was much richer, allowing players to assemble their own boats.
“Wow, brothers, this speedboat showdown looks way more fun than horse racing! Maybe the programmers at Goose Corporation messed up, released an unfinished event early, and now they’re patching it in!”