Bai Zang huddled in his simple cultivation cabin, the walls covered in scratches from the passage of time, occasionally creaking as if ready to disintegrate at any moment. His hand rested on the psychic input port, his eyes as calm as a pool of still water, as if he'd already grown accustomed to everything.

His spiritual consciousness connected, and a stream of virtual light suddenly surged, like a psychic storm sweeping through. His mecha interface quickly loaded after a brief blur, and two powerful characters appeared in the center of the screen: "Gu Master."

The next second, the information panel exploded, and countless curses, threats, and provocative messages poured in, piling up like a trash can about to burst.

"Gu Master! I'll remember you! Don't let me see you again. I haven't settled the score with you for stealing my spoils yet!"

"A sneak attack maniac! Trash bastard! Do you dare to confront me head-on?!"

"Asshole! It's you again! This time I'm going to destroy your mecha until not even a single part is left!"

Bai Zang narrowed his eyes, carelessly flipping through the venomous messages that flooded in like a tide. His lips curled slightly, and he tapped the screen a few times, shutting down the information flow like clearing away garbage.

"Head-on?" He scoffed softly, a hint of indifference and sarcasm in his voice. "Why? I'm not one of those wealthy, spoiled brats who spent millions on equipment. Did you hire me just to be a background figure?"

He looked up. The loot warehouse on the right side of the screen lit up. The mecha parts were piled together in a chaotic manner, like some kind of puzzle with a profound disrespect for aesthetics. Bai Zang clicked on one at random, and a psychic core glowed faintly. He examined it carefully for a few seconds, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Not bad. Even though it's a low-grade item I picked up, I can still sell it for a good price after repairing it." He muttered to himself, with a hint of nonchalant pride in his voice.

The name "Gu Master" was already a household name on the Spirit Realm battlefield, but this fame wasn't based on much glory. He was a scavenger, a "garbage disposal expert" who specialized in picking up scraps after battle. Before the battle was over, his mecha would silently infiltrate the scene, waiting for the bosses to fight to a draw, then dig out valuable parts from the rubble.

With such a reputation, anyone else would have been so ashamed and angry that they would have wanted to hide their identity. But Bai Zang didn't care at all, he was even a little proud of it.

"Fighting in the Chaos Realm? Are you all crazy?" He lay back in his chair, his hands behind his head, like a wild monkey who had just stolen some fruit, and chuckled softly, "I'm just a broken mech. Even my shield is a patched-up old one. What's the point of fighting? Sneak attacks and picking off loose ends are my Gu Master's real job."

He happily browsed the loot in the warehouse, muttering, "Zero's pulled off another big job? I have to go get some parts... That Shadow Killer guy's gear is so good, any drop he picks up is a profit... And that Black Tortoise Shield Guardian, the Psionic Shield Fragment is actually a high-end item, I must keep an eye on it next time..."

On the virtual network, the war of words about "poison masters" was still in full swing, but he lay comfortably on the cabin chair, with his hands behind his head, as if looking at countless angry comments and savoring the taste of victory that belonged only to him.

"They hate me? It doesn't matter. What matters is that I never return empty-handed." He said softly, closing his eyes and waiting for the next hunt to begin.

Bai Zang huddled in his cultivation cabin, his eyes cold as he stared at the screen on the psychic input port. As his spiritual consciousness connected, a virtual world of light and shadow suddenly unfolded before his eyes. The scene of the chaotic region, like a Shura field, came into view: psychic explosions echoed one after another, virtual data streams rained down, and the entire battlefield was filled with smoke and chaos.

He maneuvered his mech into the area, his movements as swift as a cheetah slinking through the grass, his gaze sharp as a knife. He knew there was no mercy here, no rules, only naked slaughter and plunder. Any exposed emotion would only make him a target.

In the distance, a mech collapsed to the ground, its psychic core extinguished, trying in vain to send out a distress signal. A sneer curled up Bai Zang's lips, and he muttered to himself, "Save you? I'm here to collect the bodies, not to be a savior."

His mech approached silently, and a message popped up on the control panel: "Poisonous Gu invading... Progress: 90%... 100%."

The opponent's mecha was completely paralyzed, its psychic sparks fading into silence. Bai Zang extended his mecha's mechanical arm and expertly removed the loot module from the other mecha, storing it in his virtual warehouse. His gaze was cold, his tone calm, "Thank you for your generosity."

Without rushing to leave, he gently slid his finger, activating the insect poison program. A new line of data immediately popped up on the screen: "Insect poison activated... Scanning the battlefield environment."

The insect program was like an invisible eye, capturing the flow of psychic energy on the battlefield and sifting through the scattered parts and treasure chests. He stared at the screen and hummed softly, "A good harvest today."

The mecha quickly locked onto the target, and he moved flexibly among the ruins, like a fish in water, his movements precise and fast, as if he was born to belong to this chaos.

He is well aware of the rules of the chaotic zone: only by not being discovered can one survive.

Arriving at an area where a battle had just concluded, the ground was littered with spare parts and treasure chests, and the air still lingered with the aftermath of the psychic explosion. Several mechs were roaming nearby, clearly competitors hoping to take advantage of the opportunity. Shirozo coldly examined the scan data on the screen and activated the insect poison program to display the psychic status of one of the mechs.

"Only 10% of spiritual energy remains? Haha, interesting." He controlled the mecha to stop in a hidden location, held his breath, and waited patiently like a hunter.

A few minutes later, the mech's psychic energy was completely depleted, and the other pilot had apparently given up struggling. Bai Zang's mech quickly leaped out, and with sharp and decisive movements, he plucked the psychic core and took it away. He patted the virtual control panel of the mech's robotic arm, as if encouraging an obedient hound. "Not bad, you've helped me make a killing today."

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