Zheng Zha surveyed the crowd below from mid-air. Zhang Jie’s laughter was the most unrestrained, his arm slung around the blushing, classical beauty as he roared, “Damn it, that was a close shave, but we struck gold this time! A fixed thousand bonus points per horror film, five hundred for every Xenomorph killed, plus a thousand for completing the mission and a D-rank sub-plot. Damn it! Fortune truly favors the bold. I’d accept even that kind of desperate situation, hahaha!” Chu Xuan also appeared to have checked his bonus points with the ‘Main God.’ After a moment of silence, he remarked, “It cost me one hundred and seven points to repair my body. Is this the usual cost?” Zhang Jie shook his head. “Repairing the body isn't expensive. What costs is restoration. Say, if you lose a limb, fixing that is cheap. But if your life is in danger, and you don't even know what needs fixing, you have to use the restoration function. It completely repairs your body, but it costs significantly more bonus points. You got off easy with just over a hundred points. I had to shell out over two hundred before mine was complete.”

Zhan Lan stood aside, her face drawn, and said miserably, “My restoration cost me over four hundred bonus points. I’m left with just over sixteen hundred now, and that includes the initial hundred points given to newcomers. Ugh, body repair drained too many points… The only consolation is that we still have one D-rank sub-plot left.”

Zhang Jie roared with laughter. “Be content! Horror films where the plot is altered like this usually result in a total wipeout. Five of us survived; we should be grateful. Do you think sub-plots are easy to come by? We owe it all to Zheng Zha, otherwise, we’d all be inside the Queen right now.”

The mention of the word “Queen” caused the complexions of the four to shift instantly, resembling those who had been chased by a vicious dog for several blocks only to be bitten on the backside in the end. In Zheng Zha’s own description, it felt like an icy chill spreading through his core.

But surviving was paramount, no matter what. Only now did Zheng Zha have the chance to close his eyes and connect with the ‘Main God.’ As soon as the link was established, a torrent of reward figures flooded his mind: a fixed thousand bonus points for the film, one thousand for killing two Xenomorphs, three thousand for killing the Queen, plus the mission completion thousand and the D-rank sub-plot—that amounted to six thousand bonus points right there. In addition, there was a line item reading, “Breakthrough of the genetic critical threshold…” but other than those few words, there was not even an explanation, which puzzled Zheng Zha for quite some time.

Six thousand silver dollars—no, six thousand bonus points! And that D-rank sub-plot was a treasure too. Zheng Zha instantly felt a rush of excitement. But when he looked at his current balance, he froze: only 4170 points remained. He distinctly remembered having 27 points left after the last exchange. He had earned six thousand this time. That meant his complete physical restoration had consumed over two thousand bonus points. This figure instantly made him break into a wry smile. One could only imagine how severe his injuries had been to require such a cost, yet the ‘Main God’ had managed to pull him back from the brink. The sheer luck of it sent a shiver down his spine just thinking about it.

Regardless of the cost, being alive and having an extra four thousand bonus points provided a sense of security that was beyond words. Zheng Zha saw no need to maintain contact with the ‘Main God’ any longer. He relaxed his mind and withdrew from the connection state, quietly lying in the green light to recuperate. It wasn't until over an hour later that he descended from the air to the ground.

As soon as his feet touched down, Zhang Jie immediately gave him a booming bear hug. The moment Zhang Jie let go, Lolita immediately rushed forward, sobbing uncontrollably, and as soon as she clung to him, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl bit down hard on his shoulder. Tears streamed down the girl’s face, soaking into his shoulder.

This dramatic reaction of overwhelming joy and sorrow was a perfect reflection of Lolita’s feelings for someone she truly loved. Moreover, she was still just a girl of fifteen or sixteen, a high school sophomore facing life and death. Naturally, she couldn’t be as detached as an adult might be.

Zhan Lan had initially opened her arms, looking as if she intended to rush forward and weep just as fiercely. But when she saw the expressions on Zheng Zha and Lolita, the small woman slowly lowered her arms and simply stood to the side with a quiet smile.

Zhang Jie suddenly burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, you two need to show affection, but shouldn’t you check the time and place? Hahaha! Everyone, I’ll take my leave now. We can discuss anything else tomorrow after I wake up. This experience was truly perilous. Tomorrow, I’ll have your sister-in-law cook a huge feast to calm everyone’s nerves…” With that, he hooked his arm around the classical beauty’s waist, ignoring the astonished glances of those around him and the delicate, shy reprimand from the woman. He laughed heartily and headed toward his room.

Zheng Zha shook his head helplessly. He spoke, “You all know how to summon your rooms by now, right? Imagine the size and style, and no one can enter without your permission. Also, regarding the use of bonus points… let’s discuss how to spend them tomorrow. If we had had heavy weaponry in this Alien film, perhaps we wouldn’t have suffered such heavy casualties. Chu Xuan is definitely better informed than I am on this. Tomorrow, let’s plan together how to face future horror films.”

Having said that, he mirrored Zhang Jie’s action, scooping up Lolita in his arms. The little girl instantly cried out “Wah!” and clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go. He laughed loudly as he walked toward his room, but Chu Xuan’s voice unexpectedly called out from behind him.

“This time… thank you.”

“No need for thanks. If you hadn’t saved me with that handgun at the end, we might all be dead… So, we’re still allies, right? Hahaha…” Zheng Zha replied without looking back, then walked into his room with a hearty laugh, leaving behind the three silent figures on the plaza: Chu Xuan, Zero Point, and Zhan Lan, who was still gazing intently at his retreating back…