The Almighty Diva: Reborn to be Worshipped

Ji Chuxing did indeed venture deeper into the underground world.

To make money, she needed something to start with. Earlier that evening, she had overheard Wei Xingzhou and Bo Yanchen mention this place—a perfect opportunity for someone like her!

The underground casino sprawled across a vast area, but tucked away in one corner to the east was a section dedicated to trading electronics and mechanical gadgets. These weren't your run-of-the-mill items; most were spare parts or components rarely seen on the open market. Compared to other areas of the casino, this section attracted fewer visitors.

She paused at a stall that seemed largely ignored by passersby. The vendor, an elderly man with a disheveled appearance, had set up his wares haphazardly. Ji Chuxing crouched down and began sifting through several mechanical instruments. "How much?" she asked casually.

The old man hummed a tune absentmindedly, barely glancing at the girl who was picking out the cheapest, most inferior pieces. Without much thought, he tossed out a price: "Five hundred."

Clearly, he didn't take Ji Chuxing seriously. After all, the items she'd chosen were rejects—things no one else wanted. They had likely changed hands countless times before ending up here, destined to be sold as junk to unsuspecting buyers. If not for the meager profit they might bring, he would have thrown them away long ago. Now that someone was actually buying, he couldn't believe his luck.

Though the crowd around them was sparse, a few curious eyes glanced their way, their gazes dripping with disdain. Ji Chuxing paid no mind, handing over the cash with a pained expression before stuffing the items into her backpack and walking off.

She was beautiful, and in such a seedy place, lecherous remarks were inevitable.

"A penniless nobody coming to the underground casino? Why not try selling yourself at a club instead?" came a jeering voice from behind.

But Ji Chuxing didn't even flinch. A few steps later, she stopped again, this time at another stall. The vendor here was a scruffy young man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, looking more like a mad scientist than a merchant. His table was cluttered with various mechanical parts and components—seemingly versatile, yet when pieced together, it was unclear what they could form.

Unsurprisingly, his stall saw little traffic. But the young man didn't seem too concerned, engrossed as he was in assembling something. When Ji Chuxing squatted down and began rummaging through his wares, the same middle-aged man who had mocked her earlier couldn't resist chiming in again.

"Hey, scrap collector! I've got some junk here. Want it? Hahaha…"

The surrounding crowd erupted in lewd laughter, their intentions painfully obvious. Such behavior was par for the course in the underground casino.

But then, just as suddenly, the laughter died down.

Ji Chuxing stood up, a small handgun now in her hand. In one swift motion, she pressed it against the chin of the man who had laughed at her.

The smirk on his face vanished instantly, replaced by sheer terror. Ji Chuxing remained expressionless, applying slight pressure as she shoved him to the ground.

"Spare me! " the man stammered, trembling uncontrollably.

Without a word, Ji Chuxing pointed the gun at him. Two shots rang out, followed by a piercing scream.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The bullets hit the ground, leaving two neat holes. The man was unharmed—if you ignored the wet patch on his pants.

The scene was almost comical, but no one dared to laugh. The girl was still beautiful, yes, but the way she held that gun made her look like an untouchable force of nature.

In the underground casino, life and death were left to fate, and no one interfered. Everyone present was terrified.

Ji Chuxing blew on the barrel of the gun and shrugged innocently. "Just a piece of junk," she said lightly. "Good for making noise, that's all."

With that, she spun the gun once in her hand and tossed it to the young stall owner.

The young man, stunned by the commotion, caught the item reflexively. His eyes widened in recognition. "Wait… isn't this the F992?"

The F992 was ranked fifth on Australia's list of famous firearms. How could such a weapon end up here, in the underground casino?

The young man was ecstatic. "No way! I don't have anything like this in my stall, do I? Did you assemble it yourself?"

He glanced at the jumble of parts on his table, amazed. "You can build guns? How did you manage that?"

His own inventory was a chaotic mess, and even he wasn't sure what he could create. Yet this young girl had somehow pulled it off?

The onlookers gasped audibly, though no one dared speak above a whisper.

How could it possibly be the F992?!

This was just a teenage girl! How could she assemble a world-famous firearm from this pile of scrap metal? Even if given to them, they wouldn't want it!

But… the gun wasn't fake.

Ji Chuxing sensed an opportunity. So, this junk was valuable? Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "How much?"

The young man blinked, taken aback. Ji Chuxing, unusually patient, gave him a skeptical look. "I built it for you. You're not paying?"

So stingy? She'd definitely teach him a lesson later!

The young man, unfazed, was utterly fascinated. He rummaged through his messy bag and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills. "Wait, master! Can you assemble more? I'll give you more materials—I'll pay you!"

Three minutes later, Ji Chuxing sat cross-legged beside the young man's stall, assembling guns and various gadgets with practiced ease.

Twenty minutes later, her backpack was stuffed with cash. Satisfied, she patted the bulging bag and stood up.

The young man, still in awe, felt like he had struck gold. "By the way, master, is there anything you like? Take something with you!"

Ji Chuxing waved him off. "Nah, it's all junk. You can sell it." She only wanted the money!

She planned to use his junk materials to craft top-notch products and sell them back to him. Heehee!

The young man grinned. "Come on, not everything is junk."

Ji Chuxing tilted her head, feigning innocence. "High-quality replicas."

The young man beamed. "Replicas are great too, especially when they're top-tier. I'm the only one with these treasures, all ranked among the top five globally!"

Ji Chuxing thought for a moment, impressed by the young man's resourcefulness. "Do you have these materials?"

She handed him a crumpled piece of paper.

The young man gave her an odd look. "I don't have them right now, but I can get them in a few days. What do you need, master?"

"I need to make something. How long will it take?"

"Three days. Come back in three days, and I promise I'll have them ready."

Ji Chuxing nodded. The young man's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Master, why don't we team up and sell things together in the future?"

Ji Chuxing waved him off dismissively. "Too much trouble." She didn't want to bother with setting up a stall—she preferred making big money without the hassle.

As she turned to leave, the crowd surged forward.

"Boss, how much for this robot?"

"I want this high-quality replica of the third-ranked driver in the world!"

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It was past 11:30 PM when Ji Chuxing finally emerged from the underground casino. For once, she felt genuinely tired. She yawned softly, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and began walking home at a leisurely pace.

On the other side, Bo Yanchen and Wei Xingzhou also exited the casino, their expressions troubled.

Wei Xingzhou slapped the chair irritably. "What do you think Z means? Was the recent sighting a false lead?"

Half a month ago, they had received intel that Z—the second-ranked hacker on the resource network—had appeared in the underground casino. Wei Xingzhou had been lying in wait for half a month, but there was no sign of him.

Bo Yanchen frowned slightly. "If we can't find him, let's post a bounty."

They had a project that required core design, and locating Z was crucial. But Z had disappeared completely for two years, and there was no one to replace him. Posting a bounty was their only option.

Perhaps Z would show up.

The core data itself was secondary—they could manage without it. What they truly needed was Z's unparalleled skill to collaborate and counter other hackers, especially the mysterious top-ranked hacker who had been silent for twenty years.

Wei Xingzhou scratched his head anxiously. "Z hasn't shown up on the resource network for two years. Who knows if he'll appear this time."

Bo Yanchen remained silent, then suddenly spoke up. "Isn't that your little treasure?"

"Little treasure?" Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow.

Looking over, he saw a small figure walking carelessly, kicking pebbles while holding the straps of her backpack. She looked sweet and innocent.

Wei Xingzhou clicked his tongue. "Exactly, your little treasure. You've practically kept her glued to your side."

Bo Yanchen chuckled, seemingly in a good mood. "Yes, my little treasure."

Wei Xingzhou rolled his eyes. *You seem awfully pleased about it.*

He suspected Bo Yanchen's condition was worsening, but he didn't dare say anything.

The car pulled up beside Ji Chuxing. She turned and saw Bo Yanchen's gentle face through the half-lowered window.

"Taking a late-night stroll? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Ji Chuxing instantly adopted an obedient demeanor, blinking innocently and patting her bulging backpack. "I remembered I hadn't finished my homework, so I came out to buy some exercise books."

Bo Yanchen gestured for her to get in, praising her warmly. "Xingbao, so diligent?"

"Not bad."

Wei Xingzhou rolled his eyes skyward. *Lying through her teeth!* One dares to lie, and the other enjoys listening. Incredible.