Fei Wu and the others were all covered in dirt and looked utterly miserable.
Everyone began begging for mercy, only to be met with a barrage of punches and kicks—until they were all forced into silence.
Li Zhongjun brought over a stack of reports and said, “Xiao Heizi. Half a month ago, you raped and murdered two women. One of them was under 14 years old. You also killed her father.”
“Smash his tool first, then kill him!”
At his command, the first man was dragged away, tortured, and executed.
His screams echoed through the area, even attracting nearby monsters.
But those minor creatures couldn’t even breach the perimeter before being shot down by a hail of arrows.
Li Zhongjun continued. “Mei Shuzhi. Twenty days ago…”
As Li Zhongjun called out names one by one, the accused players immediately lost control of their bodies, crying and begging for mercy—but it was useless.
Each of them was subjected to punishment corresponding to their crimes, then executed.
What was shocking was that nearly all of them had committed unforgivable atrocities—crimes that would have warranted the death penalty even before the apocalypse.
Once people tasted the thrill of evil acts, losing their fear and respect for life, they became utterly without limits…
In the distance, Bai Qiu and Zhang Shiyao simply watched quietly, letting the wind carry the confessions of these “demons” past their ears.
There was only calm in Bai Qiu’s eyes.
For him, killing these people was merely revenge.
But for Li Zhongjun, it was an execution of justice.
Fei Wu, who had cowered until the very end, suddenly mustered some defiance and shouted:
“Damn you so-called soldiers! Bai Qiu! Remember this—one day, you’ll be executed just like me! I’ll be waiting for you in hell! Hahaha—”
“Shut the hell up! Who said it’s your turn yet?! What are you barking for?!”
Li Qingshan kicked him hard in the face with a thud.
The lower half of Fei Wu’s face was instantly deformed—teeth flew everywhere, blood filled his mouth—yet he still laughed wildly, louder than ever.
Seeing this, Li Qingshan kicked him in the groin, instantly silencing him.
The intense pain left him unable to even make a sound.
Cold sweat poured down his body.
His face was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, and bound as he was, he couldn’t even clutch himself—he could only curl up in agony.
“Trying to cut the line even when you’re about to die? You really take all the good things for yourself!”
Li Qingshan stomped on his ankles, crushing them with a series of cracking sounds.
“Hey, hey—Qingshan, go easy! This one’s supposed to be last!”
Li Zhongjun quickly intervened—if they didn’t stop him, Fei Wu might die before his turn even came.
…
By the time the execution was over, it was already 3 p.m.
Only then did Bai Qiu say, “Shiyao, let’s go back.”
“Okay.”
With this matter concluded, the knot in his heart was finally undone.
His attention would no longer linger here.
…
Today was a day of great satisfaction.
Because in Zone 2233, the greenhouses welcomed their first harvest.
Bai Qiu looked at the plump fruits weighing down the branches, and at the many life-skill players standing nearby, their faces filled with the joy of harvest.
Their hard work had nurtured the fruits.
Their sweat had nourished the soil.
Their optimism and determination made the entire orchard flourish.
Suffering is not meant to be glorified—it is meant to be confronted and changed.
They had already seen the path ahead, and now they faced the future with passion and hope.
The harvesting began.
Basket after basket of plump fruit was carried out, drawing many players to stop and watch.
Even the “Supporters” came over to join the excitement.
Guinelia tapped Bai Qiu on the shoulder from behind, then quickly crouched down, trying to hide.
Bai Qiu picked up a fruit, turned around, crouched down, and handed it to her, chatting casually, “Been a few days. Busy over there lately?”
“No matter how busy I am, I’m nowhere near as busy as you!”
Guinelia pouted as she spoke.
She took the fruit and gently bit into it—her eyes immediately lit up.
“Wow! This is delicious! The fruit from your greenhouse is really good!”
Bai Qiu gave a wry smile and shook his head.
He didn’t want to be this busy—it was just that there had been far too many things to deal with lately.
Even now, he still had many things to plan.
Bai Qiu said to Guinelia, “If you want to eat, just tell me—no need to be polite. By the way, after the Sanctuary upgrade, did your potion shop get any new stock?”
“Of course it did—ta-da! Look! This is specially prepared just for you: a High-Grade Mana Recovery Potion!”
As she spoke, Guinelia pulled out a small vial from her chest—slightly smaller than a standard Large Mana Recovery Potion.
The liquid inside was light blue, with dark blue particles floating within it.
Bai Qiu took the potion and used an appraisal skill.
High-Grade Mana Recovery Potion
Quality: B-
The potion is gentle and easily absorbed. After consumption, it rapidly restores a large amount of mana over one minute.
With a soft pop, Bai Qiu opened the stopper and lowered his head to sniff it.
A faint fragrance drifted up.
Feeling the immense magical energy contained within, he couldn’t help but exclaim:
“The mana content is incredible! One bottle should restore about 25% of my mana—that’s seventy times more than a Large Mana Recovery Potion!”
He looked up at Guinelia and noticed her flushed cheeks.
Slightly puzzled, he asked, “Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?”
“N-no, I’m fine! But only 25%? I was expecting it to restore more than 75%…”
As she spoke, Guinelia took out four more bottles one after another.
“I… I only made five bottles in total. You… just make do with them.”
Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she had lost confidence in her own creation.
Bai Qiu accepted them, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and said sincerely:
“This is extremely important to me. Thank you so much!”
“T-that’s good!”
After chatting for a while longer, the two went back to their respective tasks.
Bai Qiu had harvested 70 tons of fruit—selling it would bring in another substantial income.
He set aside 700 of each type of fruit—Strength, Mana, Endurance, and Agility—and handed them over to Professor Lin, asking him to distribute one of each fruit daily to everyone working under him.
This way, their overall physical condition would improve, and their work wouldn’t remain so exhausting all the time.
After finishing all this, it was already evening.
Once Bai Qiu had eaten and drunk his fill, he went to Zone 2243 to continue producing mental power potions.
Of course, he had also handed all the fruit over to Ning Xingxue to handle the sales.
After all, she had quite a few workers under her.
With the fruits’ top-tier quality and taste, as long as the pricing was reasonable, there was no worry about them not selling.
Both he and Zhang Shiyao had their own things to focus on, so there was no need to waste time personally selling goods for a bit of money.
After some time, he planned to find a way to craft a new longbow, along with some enhanced special arrows.
With his current stockpile of Darksteel ore, if he turned it all into arrows, he could probably make around a hundred thousand of them.
However, Darksteel arrows had a low mana conversion rate and were no longer effective against King-tier monsters.
So, Bai Qiu wanted to create a bow and arrows capable of easily killing King-tier monsters.
But before that, he planned to climb the Tower of Heaven once again.
After all, its rankings reset every week.
Right now, the number one spot wasn’t Bai Qiu, nor Zhang Shiyao or Li Qingshan—it was Ye Lingtian… the unlucky sucker.
— The end of the Chapter–
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