The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
After a moment, someone finally reacted—every single one of those round plates came from this young man, Qin Siyang.
John immediately shouted, "You little fraud, you're as cunning as a black-footed fox. Even more insidious than gods lurking in the shadows. Where did you steal so many round plates from?"
Sun Juhong, who had just been arguing with John, now stood on his side, "What kind of trick did you use? How could you possibly obtain so many round plates?"
Qin Siyang didn't bother acknowledging them. Instead, he turned to the stunned acceptance officer from the Administration Bureau and said, "The quantity is quite large. Please verify them for me."
"These round plates…"
"I still obtained them solo."
"Impossible!", Sun Juhong interjected, "Even with your partner beside you, there's no way you could've gotten so many round plates."
"Exactly! You even have an [Insurer] with you. You claim he isn't good at hunting gods, so how could you possibly acquire this many round plates in one go? You must have used some method that violates the United Government's regulations."
The once dignified-looking Sun Juhong and John were now red-faced, jumping in fury, as if they wanted to tear Qin Siyang apart.
The Administration Bureau's acceptance officer also widened his eyes and frowned at Qin Siyang, "How did you get so many round plates?"
"Of course, by hunting gods."
"How did you hunt them?"
The acceptance officer's tone was cold and harsh, as if interrogating a criminal.
Qin Siyang understood this reaction.
After all, taking out so many round plates at once would naturally arouse suspicion.
With a calm tone, he replied, "May I ask if the Administration Bureau for Sequence Abilities has a rule stating that one must explain the process of hunting gods?"
The acceptance officer furrowed his brows, "No. But your case is too unusual, so I need to clarify."
"If there's no such rule, then why are you asking?"
"I need to make a reasonable judgment—"
Qin Siyang interrupted, "The tools for judgment are in your hands—aura-detection lamps, lie detectors, memory continuity tests, and the forum's report encouragement system."
"Your personal questioning doesn't fall under any of these, does it?"
The acceptance officer's expression darkened with displeasure.
But Qin Siyang didn't care.
Hunting gods was a top priority within the safe zone, so the United Government had established detailed regulations.
The purpose of regulations was to standardize behavior.
And in a place governed by rules, the survival principle was to follow them strictly.
As long as everything he did complied with the regulations, there was nothing to fear.
He fully cooperated with matters within the regulations. Anything outside of them—he wouldn't say a single extra word.
The acceptance officer and Qin Siyang locked eyes for a long time. Qin Siyang remained calm, showing no intention of compromising.
With no other choice, the acceptance officer proceeded with the verification process according to protocol.
First, he took out a aura-detection lamp and scanned each round plate one by one, confirming that their aura signature came from the same god-hunting dagger.
Seven hundred and ninety-four round plates. As he counted, even he was shocked.
Since working as an acceptance officer at this safe zone's exit, he had never seen so many round plates at once.
Even he, a government official, couldn't help but be tempted by such an enormous fortune.
But with so many people watching, he couldn't find an excuse to skim even a portion of it.
His jealousy toward this young man, Qin Siyang, only grew stronger.
'Why should this kid get so many round plates?'
So, he inspected them extra thoroughly, scanning each plate four or five times to confirm there were no other aura signatures. Only then did he reluctantly set it down and move to the next one.
The entire process took over two hours.
Afterward, he scanned Qin Siyang to confirm that he was indeed the owner of the god-hunting dagger.
Then came the lie detector and memory continuity tests—Qin Siyang passed them all.
When it came time to post a public report, the acceptance officer asked, "All seven hundred-plus of your round plates seem to come from the Long-Legged Worm."
Since he dealt with round plates daily, it wasn't surprising that he recognized their origin.
Before Qin Siyang could respond, the crowd erupted again.
"Long-Legged Worm? These are all from Long-Legged Worms?"
"That's right! Look at them—each round plate is the size of a coin, with only a single groove on it. They look just like Long-Legged Worms."
"So that massive swarm of Sandworm Servants… was all Long-Legged Worms? And this kid killed them all?"
"No wonder he got so many! So they were all weak Long-Legged Worms?"
"What's his Sequence? How did he attract so many Long-Legged Worms?"
Qin Siyang had originally planned to say something, but after hearing this, he shut his mouth.
He cast a cold look at the acceptance officer.
This guy had deliberately brought up this detail so the crowd would realize that most of the Sandworm Servants had been killed by him.
Which meant that many god-hunting teams had gone on a wasted trip.
Their resentment would surely be directed at him.
Qin Siyang found it amusing to see the anger in their eyes.
They had no personal grudges against him, yet they looked at him as if he was their mortal enemy.
No big deal.
A bunch of small fry. The strongest among them was probably a Sequence Level 2, maybe not even as strong as Li Tianming beside him—not worth his time.
If they fought to the death outside the safe zone, Qin Siyang was confident that he and Li Tianming could wipe them all out.
He might not even need Li Tianming's help.
As he thought about this, a faint killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
The other Sequence ability users immediately sensed that Qin Siyang wasn't as inexperienced as he looked.
Li Tianming lightly patted the back of Qin Siyang's hand, "Tone it down."
Only then did Qin Siyang snap out of it and put on his usual student-like smile again.
'He is only seventeen. Why is he always thinking about fighting and killing?'
'That isn't good.'
Not good at all.
The acceptance officer announced Qin Siyang's god-hunting rewards.
"A total of seven hundred and ninety-four base round plates. One advanced round plate. That amounts to eight hundred god-hunting points."
"Since you completed it solo, your points are doubled, totaling one thousand five hundred and eighty-eight points."
"The other rewards remain unchanged. Each point corresponds to one thousand copper coins, so you receive eight hundred thousand copper coins."
"One point also corresponds to one-tenth of a bottle of Sequence Elixir. Therefore, you'll receive eighty bottles of Sequence Elixir."
"Since the reward quantity is too large to claim here, please go to the nearest Sequence Ability Administration Bureau to collect it."
Hearing this, Qin Siyang's lips nearly curled into a grin.
Eight hundred thousand copper coins—that was eighty silver coins.
An instant fortune.
'Wait…'
Qin Siyang suddenly glanced at the grinning Li Tianming beside him.
He just remembered…
He had to give this bald, big-bellied guy half.
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