Chapter 93: Space Upgrade

The half-hour deadline finally passed. Maji’s body had long since turned into a pile of ashes, scattered to parts unknown by a gentle breeze. Chen Bo returned to his original form, and the proud, fiery bird vanished as if nothing had ever happened.

"System, the time is up! Quickly, give me five high-level draws!" Chen Bo urged impatiently.

The system did not hesitate. Five high-level prize wheels appeared before him and began to spin in unison.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving a check for one billion US dollars. While this check may be of no practical use to a host traveling through another world, just imagine yourself as a billionaire—isn't it exciting?"

A billion-dollar check?! What the hell is the use of this? Chen Bo stared blankly at the check in his hand. It was from a Swiss bank; one billion US dollars would convert to over six billion yuan.

But here was the problem: he wasn't on Earth anymore. He was in the Savage Continent, where there were no banks and no one recognized checks. If he were given this thing, it would be too scratchy to even use as toilet paper.

That said, the system’s intelligence seemed to be increasing; it had even learned how to make jokes. It was just a pity that this particular joke wasn't funny at all.

Chen Bo didn't have any particular feelings about the system's changes. Even if it became more powerful, so what? He couldn't beat it anyway.

When Chen Bo read novels, the authors always portrayed the system in various ways, leading the protagonist to deep, terrifying suspicions and a desire to break free from it. But the reality was, the system had raised him, provided him with a new life, and saved him. Was it really right to treat a savior like that? In his view, those novels were absolutely morally twisted.

Chen Bo had been reading novels for six or seven years, and the most morally sound one he had encountered was titled *Otherworldly Live Stream*, which coincidentally shared the same protagonist's name as his. What a coincidence! And the protagonist in that story was so handsome, dashing, elegant, and extraordinary—achoo! Who’s talking about me?

Returning to the matter at hand, Chen Bo folded the check into a paper airplane and sent it flying away.

"Ahhh! Host, you must have been a spendthrift in your past life! That’s one billion US dollars! Enough to buy a luxury mega-ship!"

"Mega-ships are that cheap? You don't mean those cargo freighters, do you? That could actually work, hahahahaha!"

"Can’t you buy a mega-ship for a billion dollars? Are you guys overestimating these ships?"

"I don't think a billion dollars can buy a mega-ship, but it should be enough for a luxury cruise liner."

"What's the point of all this talk? 99.9% of the people here can't afford one anyway."

"Host, can you mail that check to me? If you do, I guarantee I’ll tip you sixty million gold coins! That’s roughly equivalent to one hundred million US dollars."

"Keep dreaming, kid! Hmph! Hmph!"

"User 'No Trace' has tipped the host 333 gold coins: You bunch of losers, you spend all day not writing, and the chat room is always flooded with spam."

"The guy above hit the nail on the head. No wonder there are so many 'tentacle monsters' here—it turns out they’re all novelists."

"Exactly! Every time the host starts a stream, they’re the first to grab the front-row seats, and they never miss! They must be monsters who can write ten thousand words an hour."

"Can you guys stop making a ruckus? Hurry up and see what else the host drew! Your barrage of comments is covering the screen; it’s an eyesore!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving 1,000 mid-grade Spirit Stones, which have been placed in the system inventory. They can be used for trade or cultivation. If seen by ordinary people, they would be considered family heirlooms. If the host ever hits rock bottom, he could live as a wealthy man in the mortal world by selling them."

It was actually Spirit Stones, and mid-grade ones at that. Chen Bo felt a sense of relief and genuine joy. Although he wasn't currently lacking in Spirit Stones, who would complain about having more?

Spirit Stones were divided into five grades: Supreme, Extreme, High, Mid, and Low. The most powerful were naturally the Supreme ones, and the most common were the Low-grade ones. The exchange rate was 1 to 100: one Supreme equals one hundred Extreme, one Extreme equals one hundred High, and so on. This meant these 1,000 mid-grade stones were equivalent to 100,000 low-grade ones, or 10 high-grade ones. It was a decent haul, Chen Bo thought as he looked at the glistening stones.

This draw wasn't a scam; it was far better than the previous one. After all, in the Savage Continent, checks were useless, while gold, jewels, and Spirit Stones were what truly mattered.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving a system inventory upgrade opportunity! The space can be doubled. In the future, the host could even store a cruise ship—provided you manage to draw one."

The thousand Spirit Stones had brought him joy, but this inventory upgrade was a pleasant surprise! Chen Bo had long felt the inventory was too small to hold everything. Now, with double the space, he wouldn't have to worry about running out of room for a while.

Chen Bo didn't hesitate to initiate the upgrade. The system inventory was instantly filled with a golden glow. While he didn't know what use this light served, it certainly looked impressive. What was that idiom? "Don't understand, but it feels powerful." That fit perfectly. Chen Bo silently gave it a thumbs up.

"Ding! System inventory upgrade initiated. The estimated time is three minutes. During these three minutes, the host will be unable to use any system functions, and even the camera will shut down. Please wait patiently."

After the system finished speaking in its cold tone, Chen Bo felt as if he had been disconnected—which, in fact, he had.

For some reason, Chen Bo felt quite depressed. He still wanted to know what the remaining two items were! Damn it, he had already taken his pants off, he’d even lowered his underwear to his knees, and now you’re making me wait? Is this funny?

Forget it. Even if he complained, the system wouldn't pay him any mind. He might as well wait. He used to think time flew by, but now, every second felt like an eternity.