I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats

"Uh~~" Suddenly, Yan Zhicheng groaned, then rubbed his neck and got up.

"Why is my neck so sore? But, that was a really comfortable sleep." Yan Zhicheng stretched his body, then picked up the phone beside him.

"Hmm? Eleven o'clock? Wait a minute, eleven in the morning? What the heck? Did I sleep for a whole day?"

Yan Zhicheng stared at the numerous pop-up messages and voice notifications on TT, utterly shocked.

At this moment, Mu Rufeng also woke up, rubbing his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"Oh no, oh no, we slept the whole day. We were supposed to have a 1V1 with the team last night and I haven't updated yesterday either. It's a disaster."

Yan Zhicheng immediately got up, turned on the computer, and started replying to messages on his phone using TT.

"Oh right, you mentioned yesterday that you're a web novelist. Don't you have any backlog? At least stock up a few days' worth of drafts." Mu Rufeng said.

"Backlog? It's impossible to have a backlog. The limit for humans is four thousand words. Luckily, I have a leave note, or I'd lose full attendance."

"But, I didn't post a leave chapter yesterday. The readers are probably going to kindly 'greet' me." Yan Zhicheng said with a mournful face.

"It's fine, it's fine, you also mentioned that you're a flop, guess there aren't many readers who follow your work." Mu Rufeng consoled.

"Bro, you really know how to comfort someone." Yan Zhicheng said frustratedly.

While playing games yesterday, Mu Rufeng found out that Yan Zhicheng is a web author, with a monthly draft fee of about six or seven thousand.

This fee is neither much nor little. It's likely that there will still be reader comments if he misses an update for a day.

"But Brother Feng, did you also sleep the whole day?" Yan Zhicheng asked while waiting for the computer to start, suddenly questioning Mu Rufeng.

"I woke up once in the middle, used the computer for a while, then slept again. I was just too tired." Mu Rufeng said.

"Ohhh, so we both can really sleep, huh."

At this moment, the computer finally booted up.

"Just as I thought, people did notice. Look, four or five readers are saying I didn't update." Yan Zhicheng chuckled.

Soon, Yan Zhicheng wrote a single chapter, posted it, and then stood up.

"Let's go, bro, let's get something to eat, I'm starving, slept for a day—feels like I've lost a few pounds from hunger." Yan Zhicheng said as his stomach growled.

"Wait, I need to use the bathroom first. By the way, do you need to go?" Yan Zhicheng suddenly said.

"No, I went once when I got up this morning." Mu Rufeng said.

Ten minutes later, Yan Zhicheng came out, appearing as if he had washed his face and brushed his teeth.

"Bro, let's go eat, and after that, I'll take you to the bathhouse for a scrub." Yan Zhicheng said.

"Scrub bath? That..." Mu Rufeng paused for a moment, then was about to speak.

He was directly interrupted by Yan Zhicheng: "Why so shy? I used to be shy too, but after going once, they scrubbed so much dirt off me, couldn't tell you how comfortable it was."

"We're all grown men, nothing to be shy about."

"Well, let's talk about it later." Mu Rufeng waved it off.

Mu Rufeng still couldn't accept going to a bathhouse for a scrub; people in the north might accept it, no matter the gender, everyone is okay with it.

But as someone from the south like Mu Rufeng, not to mention scrubbing, even soaking in a hot water pool makes him feel kinda weird.

However, just then, rapid knocking was heard from outside the door.

"Yan Zhicheng, Yan Zhicheng open the door." A voice came from outside.

"Hmm?" Yan Zhicheng was startled; he recognized the voice as his friend, college roommate Wang Ke.

They got along pretty well, rented a place just above him.

They often hung out, even lent Five thousand to Wang Ke, but then Wang Ke suddenly disappeared. It's been almost half a year; heard from others he went home to develop.

But Yan Zhicheng still found it strange, going home to develop is normal, but why didn't he tell him, have a meal before leaving, and couldn't be contacted later on.

Is it because he didn't want to repay the Five thousand? There's no need for that, right, just over Five thousand bucks?

"Old Wang? Where've you been for the past half year?" Yan Zhicheng immediately opened the door.

However, what greeted Yan Zhicheng was a powerful and heavy kick.

Yan Zhicheng is tall, about 1.8 meters, somewhat chubby, big and tall, weighing about a hundred kilograms.

This foot slammed hard into Yan Zhicheng's stomach.

Yan Zhicheng's face instantly twisted in extreme pain, and he was directly kicked flying.

But he didn't fly far, just one or two meters, then fell heavily onto the ground, with his back banging against the side of the bed.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing?" Yan Zhicheng cursed painfully, clutching his stomach, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn it, Yan Zhicheng, you stole my woman years later, even broke my limbs, but now I'm reborn, today I'm going to kill you."

"The apocalypse is coming in two days, rest assured, after I kill you, I'm going to kill your whole family, I know where you live, I'm going for revenge, I'll kill your whole family!!! And that woman's whole family." Wang Ke stared dead at Yan Zhicheng with bloodshot eyes.

"What the hell, I stole your woman? Even killed you? I damn... I damn... Ugh!" Yan Zhicheng cursed twice, then couldn't help but vomit.

The kick just now was too heavy, but since there was no food in his stomach, he only vomited some bile.