Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 512: Chapter 495: These are my beloved friends and family, my brothers in arms

“F*ck!” Yelang suddenly leaned back, sat up, and clung to the wall as far away from the villager as possible.

This action was deemed by the System as “getting up.”

So, in the villager’s judgment, the bed was now “empty,” and the next moment, he decisively climbed onto the bed and lay down.

The already small bed became even more cramped as the bare-chested village uncle with an untied belt lay down. Startled, Yelang unconsciously curled up in the corner of the bed, breathing anxiously.

“Hahaha! The old uncle’s attack and his shy little boyfriend!”

“Totally like a bullied little wife hahaha.”

“I can’t stop laughing after imagining Yeye being bullied!”

Just when the live broadcast room was filled with joy, a somewhat mood-killing comment popped up: “I don’t understand why you are all so happy, I don’t find it funny at all…”

“I really can’t appreciate it, even feeling a little sick, is there something wrong with me?”

The next moment, the audience in the live broadcast room kindly resolved his confusion:

“Friend, don’t worry, you’re normal, we’re the ones who are sick!”

“Hahaha, right, right, right, we’re the ones who are sick! Hahaha!”

As these people laughed at themselves, Yelang finally reacted and sobered up —

Why should I submit?!

He jumped out of the bed and stood on the floor, looking at the half-naked man lying on the bed.

“When do you think he will put on his clothes?”

Ignoring the comments in the live broadcast room saying “wait for you to dress him,” Yelang guessed: “Not until daybreak, right?”

The live broadcast room continued to play along:

“Hurry up and take away his clothes and hide them, this way he has no clothes and has to marry you!”

“What a Cowherd and Weaver Girl!”

“Are you sure it’s not ‘marrying you’ but ‘being married’?”

Yelang’s forehead veins throbbed: “Even if I am desperate to marry… Pah! Pah pah pah! Even if I were not picky, I would at least look for a female villager, right?!”

“I’ll say it again! I, dammit, like women!”

The problem is that these villagers are designed very realistically.

How so?

Because they are villagers, it makes sense for them to have robust bodies, right?

In this village, not only do many of the male NPCs have muscular bodies, looking like bodybuilders at first glance, but the female NPCs are also quite “robust.”

Is their feminine charm obvious enough? Are their chests big enough? Are their buttocks big enough?

Yes, they’re definitely big enough!

The problem is that their arms and thighs are also oversized, and their waists are thick and strong, making them look like water barrels.

Yelang could only pray that what he saw was an exception, and there were pretty female NPCs elsewhere in “My World”; otherwise…

He would definitely make a complaint to Cloud Dream!

Looking at the village uncle snoring on the bed, Yelang suddenly felt a surge of anger and punched him hard on the shoulder: “Get up!”

The bare-chested uncle opened his eyes in confusion and got out of bed.

Then Yelang picked up his pickaxe, and with a few clanging sounds, he dug up the bed.

As expected, a miniature bed appeared on the spot, which Yelang picked up, stuffed into his backpack, and walked away.

“This bed is mine now! Sleep on the floor!”

The village uncle, standing inside the house, didn’t express any opinions, just walked around dumbly, with his belt slipping lower and lower…

“Slam!” Yelang slammed the door shut.

But the next moment, with a “creak,” the door opened again.

Yelang, unsatisfied, walked in, clanged a few times, knocked off the torch on the wall, and stuffed it into his backpack as well.

“Slam!”

Yelang slammed the door shut again.

The comments were filled with “hahaha” and “domestic violence” messages.

“Gurgle”

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Yelang felt his stomach rumble, indicating he was hungry and needed to replenish his food supply.

In the village, this was very simple.

He walked a few steps and came to a melon field. With a few clanging sounds, he knocked off a square watermelon, sliced it into pieces, and quickly ate it.

While eating, he thought of something and quickly returned to the pumpkin field planted by the village uncle, performed a series of actions, and harvested all the ripe pumpkins into his own bag.

“This is the joy of harvest!”

Yelang, with a full stomach and replenished food sources, looked around at the houses and farmland and suddenly felt that this was a great place!

Except for the half-naked NPCs ruining the scenery, it was almost perfect.

So

“I’ve decided! I’ll live here! My short-term goal — become an agricultural tycoon!”

Once he made up his mind, Yelang immediately followed the villagers’ example and began building his own house.

By the time Yi arrived in the village guided by the fans, Yelang had already built his house.

It wasn’t luxurious, just slightly bigger than the villagers’ houses, and it looked very harmonious in the village.

Additionally, Yelang had discovered how to create his own water source and expand more farmland, so he quickly opened up five more plots of farmland, planting pumpkins, watermelons, wheat, beetroots, and potatoes, all growing quite well.

Of course, his food supply wasn’t dependent on this for the time being.

He went around the village’s farmland, and all the ripe crops were harvested by him, turning into food stored in his warehouse.

At first, Yelang felt a bit guilty.

But he soon discovered that the villagers didn’t need to eat at all. They didn’t eat anything they grew.

So he immediately felt justified and started harvesting grain, “If I don’t harvest it, won’t the grain rot in the ground? We should cherish our grain!”

Eventually, it became like it is now: the whole village working for him.

At this point in time, Yelang’s grain stockpile is undoubtedly in the top tier when compared to the entire public world.

Once his own crops have matured, he can continue to expand the scale of his farmland. By then, he can be truly considered an “agricultural tycoon”!

But, it was at this time that Yi arrived.

A few people were whispering to each other not far away.

The original plan was to launch a surprise attack and cause massive destruction, but seeing Yelang working hard on the field, Yi suddenly felt a little reluctant.

He looked left and right and noticed that the two fans who brought him here seemed hesitant as well.

“Sigh, looks like I’m just too kind-hearted,” Yi sighed helplessly, “Both of you as well, all talk and no action, just a couple of good people, aren’t you?”

“Errr…” Both of them were a bit tongue-tied.

“Forget it,” Yi waved his hand, stopping their arguments.

Then, he opened his backpack and put on an iron helmet for himself.

Through the “T” shaped opening on the front of the helmet, Yi looked at the two fans and said, “We’ll leave him his house and farmland, we’ll just ‘borrow’ his grain.”

“??” One fan was puzzled.

“Borrow?” The other fan asked, “How much?”

“Nonsense!” Yi was disappointed, “All of it, of course! He still has so much land!”

“Aren’t you guys good friends?” The puzzled fan asked.

“Of course! He’s my beloved friend and brother!” Yi declared confidently.

“As everyone knows, there’s a financial aspect to brotherhood! I’m in need of grain, he has some, isn’t it only fair that he gives me some?”

“Hurry up and put on your helmets, or you’ll be recognized!”

The two fans speechlessly put on their helmets—their full suits of iron armor, including the helmets, were sponsored by Yi.

At this time, there weren’t many players like Yi who just focused on mining, so their abundance of resources was unparalleled by ordinary players.

“OK, get ready, 3, 2, 1, charge!”

Three suspicious figures clad in iron armor dashed out from their hiding spot, rushing towards Yelang.

“What’s going on?!” Yelang, who was harvesting ripe beetroots in his neighbor’s field, was startled.

Grains didn’t ripen all at once, so Yelang would just go and pick whatever was ready, then plant new crops.

Before he could react, a few people had already rushed close to him. One of them screamed in a sharp, eunuch-like voice, “This is a robbery!”

“???” Not only did Yelang have no sense of crisis, but he also found it a bit funny.

Also, the situation itself was a bit absurd: Besides grain, I don’t have anything else here, what can you rob?

Grain? There’s so much ripe grain in the village, can’t you just pick it yourselves?

But before he could say more, two of them had already rushed over and built a wall around Yelang, then surrounded him aggressively.

This familiar scene finally made Yelang feel scared.

Subconsciously, he took a step back, tightly gripping his coat with one hand and his waistband with the other.

The two enthusiastic fans who had rushed over were momentarily stunned, their faces full of question marks.

What’s the meaning of this??

We’re here to rob you, not to molest you, what are you so nervous about?!

Yelang also realized his reaction was odd. He laughed awkwardly and let go of his hands, “What do you guys want to do? If you want something, just say it, I won’t refuse.”

His politeness baffled the two fans and made them even more awkward. They didn’t know what to say, so they just pressed Yelang in the middle, immobilizing him.

Meanwhile, Yi had already rushed past the three of them, heading straight to Yelang’s house, found the wooden chest, and started looting all the stored grain inside.

On the other hand, seeing someone break into his house without saying a word, Yelang finally got angry. He stared at the intruder and focused until the player’s nickname appeared —

[Yi]

Yelang felt like his brain had short-circuited.

The next moment, he shouted in anger —

“Yi! I can see it’s you! Get out here! You’re playing tricks on your brother, huh?!”

Yi ignored him entirely, not pausing even for a moment as he continued to transfer all the stored grain into his system backpack.

After moving all the grain, Yi looked left and right inside Yelang’s house to see if there was anything else worth stealing.

Yelang got even angrier at the unresponsive robber. He opened the friend list, found Yi, and sent him a message, “Yi! Get out here, you! I can tell it’s you! Stop pretending!”

Yi, who had been offline, went online and quickly replied, “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Still playing dumb with me?! I saw your name!”

“You must’ve seen it wrong, seriously.” Yi flatly denied.

Yelang clicked on the external link intending to go to Yi’s live broadcast room to ask him directly, to see how this shameless guy could argue!

He opened the “Special Attention” tab, clicked on Yi’s live broadcast room, and entered.

Then, Yelang, dumbfounded, saw that the screen in the live broadcast room was not of the virtual world but of Yi’s room in reality. An empty massage chair stood in front of the computer.

And in the middle of the screen, there was a line of red bold text —

[Anchor is having stomach discomfort, using the restroom, please wait…]

Now Yelang was genuinely stunned.

Could it be… I really saw it wrong?