Chapter 13: Tragic News at Home, Raising Money for My Father

The real world.

Early one morning, a salary notification arrived. Hua Tian received eighty thousand yuan and was planning a sumptuous lunch to celebrate. She had no idea that her mother would unexpectedly call, bringing unfortunate news. Her mother’s voice trembled, “Child, your father is very ill. The illness is extremely severe, and the treatment will cost nearly ten million. But where could our family possibly find so much money?”

Hua Tian stopped in her tracks, anxiety gripping her. “Mom, what illness is it?”

“The doctor said it’s from overwork, leading to physical complications. Young people can handle it, but for someone older, it’s much worse. Plus, all those small ailments over the years have now erupted together.”

“But I only have eighty thousand! That isn’t nearly enough!”

Her mother sighed, “I know, I understand. You’ve only been out working for a month—you couldn’t possibly have earned so much. But your father must be saved. Even if we sell the house, the land, or even my own labor, I’ll find a way. Wait, how much did you say you have?”

“Child, your thirty thousand is tuition, you can’t spend that. And the other fifty thousand, where did it come from?” Muttering to herself, her mother realized something was off. How could her daughter have fifty thousand in just a month? She was skeptical.

“No, Mom! I didn’t include the thirty thousand. This is what I earned playing games. Right, Mom—how soon does Dad’s medical fee need to be paid? Is it urgent? If it’s urgent, I can borrow from my boss.” Hua Tian walked to the window, gazing at the scenery outside, her heart aching with helplessness for her father’s recovery.

“Don’t you dare borrow, son! If you do, your life will be ruined.” Her mother’s voice rose, drawing glances from the families waiting nearby. But since they all shared similar troubles, no one intervened. Not wishing to disturb others, her mother stood and walked outside.

“The doctor told me now that one million could give him a few more years, and ten million could cure him…”

“Hello! Are you the relative of the patient inside? I can give you a discount—pay ten thousand upfront, and he can stay for a year. During this time, we’ll treat him, and he won’t pass away before then. But you must pay at least one million before he can leave.” A well-dressed associate department chief with elegant glasses had just come out and addressed her family.

Hua Tian, listening to this on the phone, recalled her father’s words from a month ago, her heart aching deeply.

After the doctor left, her mother decided to follow his plan. Once the paperwork was done, she began raising funds, noticing the call was still connected and realizing her daughter must have heard everything. “Child, don’t let this weigh on your heart. Stay true to your path, always trust your first instinct. I’ll shoulder what I can here, but the future depends on you.”

Still grieving, Hua Tian suddenly heard that voice, sealed away for so long, emerge again with that message. Her bewildered eyes slowly regained clarity. She wasn’t sure why she stopped crying, but the words, “I believe in you—rely on you,” lingered.

Afterward, she left only enough for a year’s tuition in her bank account, sending all the rest to her mother.

Her mother saw the ten thousand transfer from her son, sensed he was about to do something big, and though she didn’t say much, she sent the simplest encouragement.

“Keep going! Mom believes in you!” She sent the message immediately.

Hua Tian looked at her mother’s encouraging text, aware the responsibility ahead was enormous. But how could she possibly get ten million?

Troubled and anxious about what to do next, she received a voice message from Han Qianyun: “MadSlayer, why aren’t you online yet? It’s already ten o’clock.”

Hua Tian’s thoughts were thrown into disarray. Seeing the captain’s message, she steadied herself and replied with a voice message: “Something came up suddenly, so I went home, but it’s taken care of now. Forgot, I’ll log into the game right away.”

After lunch, she quickly logged in.

In the game, beside the only window in the vice captain’s office, Hua Tian was lost in thought, staring outside. Without knocking, Han Qianyu, with the appearance of a black wolfman, entered. Seeing MadSlayer standing alone, she grinned mischievously from behind, “Isn’t this the perfect teammate? Anything troubling you? Speak up loud—if it’s money, that’s never a problem.”

Hua Tian was wondering where to earn the money, and hearing the word “money” behind him, he couldn’t help but blurt out what was in his heart, “My father is sick, needs ten million, but I don’t know…”

Realizing afterward that something was off, he glanced back at the black-clad beauty—a warrior with the look of a younger sister, about 1.6 meters tall—and for a moment couldn’t recall who she was.

“Your father’s sick, needs ten million? What illness, how serious, which hospital? Can I go watch the drama? Oh, I mean visit. I promise to fatten him up.”

Her words jogged his memory—she was Han Qianyun’s sister, the one with an eighty-one score. “Oh, Han Sister! Don’t tell the captain.”

“Han Sister? Who’s your sister!” She snorted, turned her head, flashing her snow-white teeth, and skipped off to the newly built lounge next door.

A moment later, Han Qianyun found MadSlayer and said, “My sister tells me you urgently need ten million. I can lend it to you, or you could win the pro championship for ten million. Since you’re vice captain, I can split fifty-fifty, so you’d get five million. You need to win twice, which would take about a year if you’re quick!”

“Our team only took third place last time, earning five million, but we were nearly fifty points behind first place. Winning is tough—think it over and let me know.”

…

Hua Tian, hearing she could directly get ten million, thought of seeing her father sooner. But how would she repay it afterward? Her mother’s words still echoed in her ear. So—

“I’ve decided. I’ll win the championship twice!”

“Oh, good, I’ll give you the money now, 0.0?”

“No, I mean I’m determined to win the championship. We also have a crafting book—I need to trust myself.”

Han Qianyun shook her head, “So far, we’ve only found about one ton of Black Iron. No idea where Snakevine Grass grows. It’s all that idiot Haotian’s fault—he leaked the fact we have Void-level equipment. He doesn’t know my real situation, but as soon as we need anything, he buys up all our materials. Next match, they’ll probably target us, so winning could be tough.”

Gratefully, Han Qianyun glanced at MadSlayer, “That crafting book you gave me—just being able to endlessly craft belts of all levels is worth more than ten million. And it can make Void-level items. I checked with a master crafter. I can give you an extra one hundred million. Only one condition: for five years, you can’t join any other group or organization.”

“That…we’ll be targeted.” Hua Tian was confused, gazing at the sky.

“Exactly. Best gear now is still only purple-level. If a Void-level item appeared, and they don’t target us, I’d think they were fools. Well, whatever you decided—do it your way. If you need money, just come to me. I’ll give it to you. I’ll be off, then.”