Chapter 3: The New Roommate

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhengliu suddenly found herself inside a palace adorned with carved beams, painted rafters, and flying pavilions glowing with vermilion. Her body seemed to maintain the mechanical posture from before, following two guards in step, but her spirit had already detached from her flesh, able to move freely within the hall.

Blinking to dispel the sudden wave of shock rising in her heart, Ye Zhengliu turned to examine her surroundings. Clashing starkly with the opulence of the palace was a translucent floating panel hovering before her.

[“Destiny” system activated. Welcome.]
[Detected one card in possession. Card drawing system activated.]
[Card Drawing Task One: Draw a card once. Completed√ Reward: One additional draw opportunity.]
[Card Drawing Task Two: Possess one Celestial-level card. Completed√ Reward: One additional draw opportunity.]
[Reminder: Ten consecutive draws guarantee one card. Card drawing involves risk; strategize with caution.]

Ye Zhengliu: “What the—?!”

She was dumbfounded, speechless.

What “card drawing tasks,” what “destiny system”… this thing wasn’t just like those card games she’d encountered in her past life, games companies used to milk players dry? Like Onmyoji, Fate/Grand Order, or Food Fantasy?

What day was it today? Was all the bad luck from her twenty years past and present meant to be offset by today?

Ye Zhengliu took a deep breath, then another. She paced around the grand hall three full laps before barely calming her racing heart.

Looking at this mysterious space, warmly lit by a fiery lantern, fragrant with golden incense beasts, completely separated from the outside world, and at the translucent panel floating before her, her heart pounded fiercely.

This was the legendary cheat tool every traveler through time or worlds was supposed to have—an external hack!

Seeing this dazzling, high-class cheat, Ye Zhengliu thought back to all the years she had eaten spoiled food, slept in autumn grass, smeared dirt on her face, endured hunger, wounds, mining, washing clothes… all those hardships suddenly felt worthwhile.

Sweetness follows hardship.

If only she hadn’t saved Ying Luanxing before, hadn’t been thrown onto this perilous island, it would have been even better.

She studied the transparent screen before her for a while, then tentatively tapped on her avatar.

[Name: Ye Zhengliu
Gender: Female
Race: Human (no additional talents)
Status: Arena slave (subject to change with circumstances)
Number of cards: 1
Level: Lv1]

Fortunately, there was no mention of stamina, intellect, charisma, or other such stats. Ye Zhengliu breathed a bit easier; otherwise, she would truly feel like a set of data coded by some programmer.

This system resembled a game system, but she wasn’t sure if it could communicate with her in real time, or if it would assign her tasks like a game.

Almost as soon as the thought formed, the text on the screen changed.

[Main Quest 1: Escape Floating Life Island
Quest Description: Due to destroying Ying Luanxing’s card book, you have been sent to this notorious island.
Although you cleverly used the power of words to temporarily avoid the miserable fate of working in the foot bath city’s health services, the meaning of “arena slave” ultimately leads to the same end.
Please use your intelligence, talents, combat ability, and cards to survive on this cruel island.
This island holds secrets, but you need not explore or solve mysteries. Simply escaping is victory—Escape Floating Life Island! This is your sole objective!
Quest Reward: ???]

“There’s no specified reward…” Ye Zhengliu tapped around the screen, murmuring to herself.

Usually, a question mark in the reward section implied one of two things: either the reward was terribly disappointing, or it was extraordinarily amazing.

She didn’t know which it would be this time.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she gave a self-mocking laugh: no matter what reward this main quest offered, simply escaping this island would be the greatest reward for her.

Ye Zhengliu paced a few more laps in the hall and tried communicating with the system.

Unfortunately, the system remained cold and silent, offering no responses beyond the initial pop-up.

That was understandable; most card games only provided a beginner’s guide, and the game mode was mostly left for players to explore on their own.

If she wanted attentive, responsive service, she’d have to spend money all the way to VIP10 to get a personal customer service agent.

Ye Zhengliu: Years of zero spending, thanks for the targeting.

After exploring the hall and confirming she couldn’t take anything out, that the items were merely for show and that real-world objects couldn’t be brought in either, she sighed in disappointment.

She had hoped that if she could take things from the hall with her, she could easily deal with troublesome opponents by simply smashing them with a large brass incense burner.

That incense burner was bright and flashy, weighing maybe 120 pounds—if it didn’t knock out her opponents, she’d consider herself defeated.

But now it seemed that path with the hack was closed.

With no new discoveries, Ye Zhengliu silently commanded, “Exit,” and left the mysterious space.

Back in her body, she realized she had been led quite a distance by the guards. She and the two soldiers had now arrived at a low, damp, heavily guarded arena residence.

Ye Zhengliu was pushed into a guard post’s holding room, divided into inner and outer chambers. From inside, the faint sound of mahjong tiles clicking could be heard; someone was playing.

In the outer chamber, two jailers—one tall, one short—were boiling water and making tea. Seeing someone arrive, they poured tea for the two escorting guards.

The left guard behind Ye Zhengliu took his cup, handed it to her, then poured himself a fresh cup.

Parched and with cracked lips, Ye Zhengliu gratefully accepted the tea, savoring the perfect temperature as she drank it all down.

From her status, this act was somewhat unusual. The tall jailer glanced at her with surprise.

“A woman? How did a woman end up here?”

The guard replied quietly, “She’s been marked. A girl—arrange a suitable place for her.”

“You say that easily,” the short jailer grumbled. “The place is almost full. The Fortune Ship docked today—more newcomers coming soon. Go in and see for yourself; every room’s crammed with ten or eight people. No space left.”

“She was personally marked by Young Master Mu,” the guard said.

“...Young Master Mu, huh,” the short jailer’s voice immediately dropped. “Then, she…”

The tall jailer took over: “There’s no single rooms available. We don’t have those here. More newcomers in the next two days means no space freed up. Even if Young Master Mu himself came, I’d still tell him the same.”

“But if you want a quieter place… there’s one.”

Without moving his head, the tall jailer quickly glanced at Ye Zhengliu out of the corner of his eye.

“She’ll have to room with the ‘Wolf.’ You know who the ‘Wolf’ is, right?”

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All the rooms in the arena faced each other. The floor was paved with bluestone slabs, no walls, just narrow stone railings on three sides.

At a glance, Ye Zhengliu thought calling this place an “arena” was a stretch—it was really just a prison cell straight out of a drama.

Behind every barred doorway, people clung to the railings, staring vacantly outside. As Ye Zhengliu passed down the corridor, shouts of “Woman!” and “Girl!” echoed persistently throughout the hall.

Left, right, front, back… pairs of bloodshot eyes under unkempt hair openly stared at her without shame.

She had no doubt that if the jailers just tossed her into any cell, she would be devoured alive that very night.

So when she saw the room the jailers had specially arranged for her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a small room tucked in a corner, narrower due to limited space, with no opposite cell built.

Not bad—at least she wouldn’t be watched by a whole row of men when using the toilet.

—Yes, after years in ancient life, Ye Zhengliu’s standards for living had sunk to the point where she no longer even expected a blindfold.

The room was straw-strewn, with a chamber pot in one corner, scattered water jars and ceramic bowls in another, and a few pitch-black chopsticks whose true color was unrecognizable.

Aside from that was a figure lying within, reeking of blood, life or death unknown.

“This is it,” the tall jailer pushed Ye Zhengliu inside.

He looked at her still slightly baby-faced beauty, his eyes flickering with a hint of pity.

“I’ll bring you a fresh set of bowls and chopsticks, and some more straw. If you want anything else, just say it.”

Unexpectedly, the delicate girl made no further requests.

She quietly pressed against the bars, calmly saying, “Thank you. Nothing else. I just want to know—who is the ‘Wolf’?”

“He’s called the ‘Wolf’ because he’s wild, with a strong killing instinct,” the tall jailer answered. “There are noI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.