Chapter 112: This Is What a Full Inventory Looks Like

Wu Yong asked, “Our Backpack Capacities are all fixed. May I ask, Miss Kamiyu, how much space does your backpack have?”

“Fixed? Can’t they be upgraded?” Kamiyu blinked and asked, “Jack too, his can also be upgraded.”

The three members of the Invincible Guild exchanged glances.

“Impossible. Everyone’s Backpack Capacity is 10 cubic meters, whether they’re Newbie Players or high-Level Players,” said Qian Ming, head of the Logistics Department.

Kamiyu’s eyes widened. She “looked” at the 5,000 cubic meters of capacity in her backpack and felt extremely flustered—she had let it slip.

She had thought everyone was like her, gaining an Upgrade Point with each Level increase to choose an upgrade, in addition to automatic Attribute improvements.

Turns out, she was the only one like that. She realized it must be one of the effects of her Enhancement Talent: besides killing Players, she gained Enhancement Points with each Level up.

“Darn it, so that wasn’t an ‘Upgrade Point’—it was an Enhancement Point. What a waste! I actually used over a dozen precious Enhancement Points as Attribute Points,” Kamiyu felt an intense pang of regret.

All along, she had been expanding her backpack’s space capacity with each Level increase.

“Jack, why didn’t you tell me? Didn’t we grind Instance Dungeons together for seven days and seven nights?” Kamiyu turned to ask Jack.

“You never asked, and you were way faster than me at recycling Dropped Items and Spoils of War, like a vacuum cleaner,” Jack retorted irritably.

Back then, Kamiyu had been like a little miser, sweeping up any Spoils of War she saw on the ground, never giving Jack a chance to act.

Guild Leader Li saw Kamiyu’s complicated expression of annoyance and exposure, and smoothed things over: “Every Beta Tester Player has special abilities different from Ordinary Players, so you don’t need to worry, Miss Kamiyu.”

Kamiyu nodded. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on this. She needed to become Crimson Earth’s only Blacksmith, crafting large quantities of equipment and Potions for everyone to use, so they could all defend the Main City together.

“Alright, step back a bit and watch me perform,” Kamiyu said.

Jack was the first to move aside because he knew exactly how much material they had farmed over those seven days and nights.

Li Changde and Wu Yong also stepped behind Kamiyu, leaving only Qian Ming standing there.

“You, step back a little. Otherwise, if the materials bury you, it won’t be good,” Kamiyu said with a hint of arrogance.

“Not to brag, but as head of the Logistics Department, I’ve seen all kinds of materials and equipment. There’s no amount of material I haven’t seen.

I guarantee our Storage is the fullest in all of Crimson Earth right now,” Qian Ming declared proudly.

Kamiyu didn’t bother getting angry with this stubborn Qian Ming. With equal confidence, she said, “Then today, I’ll open your eyes and show you what full storage really means.”

Kamiyu started by tossing out—yes, tossing out—herbal materials from her Storage.

Strangler Vines, Radaman Grass, Withered Shadow Grass, Howling Moss—each of these herbal materials was only palm-sized, but now, the quantity amounted to 20 cubic meters. Each type of material filled 20 cubic meters.

The amount of just one material alone equaled the total Storage capacity of two Players.

Dozens of herbal materials and hundreds of cubic meters of items occupied more than half of the space before them, blocking their line of sight.

“Hiss, is this for real?” Wu Yong exclaimed, his mouth agape.

“This is incredible.” Guild Leader Li couldn’t stay calm either.

As for Qian Ming, he wore an expression of disbelief, suspecting this was fake, an illusion. He bent down, picked up a stalk of Radaman Grass, and stuffed it into his backpack to verify it.

“Is this real?” Qian Ming’s eyes grew complicated.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.” The truth-seeking Qian Ming dove into the pile of herbal materials, inspecting the middle and inner layers, randomly checking the authenticity of the items inside.

“Hey, Qian Ming, don’t scatter the herbal materials around.” Wu Yong stepped forward to stop him.

Kamiyu smiled and remarked sarcastically, “If only the food inspectors were as diligent and responsible as Qian Ming.”

A moment later, Qian Ming lowered his head, muttering to himself, “It’s real, all of it is real material. But how is this possible? The quantity of herbal materials here would take our first, second, and third-line teams hundreds of people at least three weeks to collect.”

“Then your efficiency is truly too low. Fortunately, a solo player told me how to navigate the secret passage, which improved my mob grinding efficiency.

You’re all part of a major guild—why don’t you gather more intel on the secret passages in instance dungeons? That would greatly boost your map clearing efficiency.” Kamiyu didn’t hold back.

“Miss Kamiyu, you’ve made us look foolish. We’ll definitely improve in this area and increase our efficiency going forward.”

Kamiyu continued walking to a new open area and said excitedly, “Come on, keep watching my performance.”

She neatly stacked and placed on the warehouse floor a total of 500 cubic meters of trash mob dropped items: Aberrant Beast Shattered Bones, Demon Rawhide, Demon Hearts, Bat Raw Wings, and Skeleton Armor, arranging them in piles.

After that, she released another 1,000 cubic meters of various ores: Black Iron Ore, Brass Ore, and Silver Ore.

This time, even Guild Leader Li couldn’t suppress his shock, his mouth hanging wide open.

“Is this really all your harvest from seven days, Miss Kamiyu?” Li Changde kept rubbing his eyes, doubting whether he was under an illusion.

Qian Ming was too stunned to speak. Without a word, he walked in to “spot-check” Kamiyu’s items. He was deeply conflicted—the things before him were real, they could be placed into a backpack, which meant they were genuine.

But his common sense told him this was simply impossible, not an achievement any normal person could accomplish.

“Is this the true strength of a Beta Tester player? No wonder she said earlier that the conference room wasn’t big enough, and that the storage capacity here was only half of hers.”

“Wait, the volume of items stacked here already exceeds the entire warehouse’s storage capacity. Does that mean she still has half of her items in her backpack?” Qian Ming nearly fainted.

That’s right—Kamiyu had held back. Her main purpose for clearing the Valley of the Deathly Echo was to grind for Magic Crystal Ore, which could be used to craft Magic Bullets.

Such an important strategic resource, she wouldn’t reveal it openly or craft it in front of everyone in broad daylight.

Her backpack contained 1,000 cubic meters of Magic Crystal Ore. Proportionally, that was enough for her to craft fifty to sixty thousand Magic Bullets, ensuring she wouldn’t have to worry about ammunition for a while.

“Don’t be shocked yet—I still have Boss-Tier materials.” Kamiyu boasted smugly.

After saying that, she threw out nearly a thousand bodies of Chimera Bosses, along with the remaining body of the previously slain Black-Scaled Water Snake.

“One, two, three, four…” Qian Ming activated his Accountant Skill, counted them, then his legs gave way as he knelt on the ground, trembling as he said, “How is this possible? 1,257 in total, averaging 179 per day, 7 per hour… Do you people never sleep?”

President Li widened his eyes, thinking to himself, “The Dungeon Boss in the Valley of the Deathly Echo is level 20, and Miss Kamiyu was only level 11 when she went there.”

Wu Yong looked at Kamiyu with admiration and said, “We are saved.”