What if I'm a Bad Artist? I Lie Down and Win with a Divine Brush

After six years in the apocalypse, Xi Xi tragically died at the hands of her aunt's family. Unexpectedly, she was reborn on the day the apocalypse began. Just as she was preparing to leverage h...

Chapter 12 focuses on exploiting bugs.

Feng Lijuan (Ji): "Why can't you do this or that? I'm a fifty-year-old aunt, and I can do it all. Are you older than me?"

Luo Shiping: "I'm only 21."

Feng Lijuan (Ji): "That's settled then!"

Sallyman (Ping): "How much energy do you have left?"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar ID appeared out of nowhere and asked the question Xi Xi had originally intended to ask. She couldn't help but take a few more glances at the ID. Sallyman... It seems this person has also grasped the workings of stamina.

Luo Shi (Ping): "My god, I glanced at my stamina and it was only 1 point left. I hadn't even noticed."

Luo Shiping: "What should I do? Is there any hope for me?"

The public chat exploded. Sallyman's guess and Luo Shi's response were like a bolt from the blue, enlightening everyone. Players' chatter filled the entire screen, their tone full of sudden realization and disbelief, and the chat speed reached its peak once again.

"Damn it, there's even a stamina system? No wonder I choked on water! It's infuriating!"

"Family members, does anyone understand? I didn't do anything today, just opened treasure chests, how come my stamina is only 32?"

"Um, choking on water might just be bad luck, right?"

"Is it possible that driving also consumes physical energy?"

"I only know that automatic gasoline loading consumes stamina. I calculated that every two units of gasoline loaded consumes 1 point of stamina."

"Right, right, I forgot. The system gave me a prompt when it asked if I wanted to enable automatic loading, so I kept it in mind. I didn't expect stamina to be so important!"

Xi Xi frowned, trying to find clues from the complex information. Two units of gasoline consumed one stamina point—this was useful information, and Xi Xi silently memorized it. The events had happened so suddenly that she hadn't yet gotten used to the game mechanics. Her methods of scavenging for supplies in the apocalypse were too practiced; she always opened the crates as soon as she got one, and hadn't found a suitable opportunity to calculate it until now. Now she finally knew the specific value—it was truly effortless.