Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Fishing for the ID

“Exact ID… interaction history,

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The quickest way to get someone’s full interaction log was simple–initiate a trade. The moment you opened a trade window, the system forced both parties to reveal their complete IDs to confirm the transaction.

But why would that cowardly guild leader ever agree to trade with her?

Riley’s mind raced, piecing together the intel that “Rat” had coughed up and the tight spot Nightfall was currently

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Then it hit her.

“The Guild Charter.”

Rat had said the main reason they were still stripping everyone clean–even using targeted respawn items to herd players together–was because they still hadn’t gotten their hands on a “Guild Charter Token“.

Without that token, you couldn’t establish a proper system–recognized guild. No guild warehouse, no guild teleport function. That was their weak point.

And it was the only bait Riley had.

“SpicyBurger: I’ve got a plan to pull his ID.

“SpicyBurger: Might even get a peek at how much he’s really worth.”

“PineappleBeer: How?”

“SpicyBurger: I’m gonna put a ‘Guild Charter‘ up for sale.”

“PineappleBeer: ??? You actually have one?!”

“SpicyBurger: No. But I can say I do.”

A sly grin tugged at the corner of Riley’s mouth.

This was one hell of a gamble.

She was betting everything on the guild leader’s desperation for that Charter–and on just how paranoid and control–freaky he really was.

Five minutes later…

The usually dead Server Channel, which had been flooded with pleas and surrender posts, suddenly lit up with a bold, pinned message.

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“SpicyBurger: I’m done. Seriously, screw this.

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“SpicyBurger: Since everyone’s throwing in the towel, I’m not holding out either. Got insanely lucky grinding mobs last night and picked up a ‘Guild Charter Token (Gold)‘.

“SpicyBurger: But what’s the point of keeping it to myself? Don’t wanna paint a target on my back. So, public auction!

“SpicyBurger: Only trading for rare blue–tier schematics! Fixed price: five of ‘em!

“SpicyBurger: If you’re serious, just DM me and shoot over a trade request. Show me the five blue schematics in the window so I know you’re legit. Don’t bother if you’re short–I’m in a hurry to log off and get some sleep.”

The moment the message went up, the entire channel fell dead silent for a solid three seconds.

Then, it exploded.

“No freaking way?! A Guild Charter?? And a Gold legendary one??”

“Is that for real? Does that even drop at this stage?”

“What’s it even good for now? Who’s gonna buy that? Is it gonna help you stay alive or something?”

“Five blue schematics? Who the hell has that many lying around? That’s straight–up robbery!”

“Gotta be a scam, right? Isn’t SpicyBurger that player who’s been going at it with Nightfall? Why would she suddenly sell something that huge?”

Doubt and shock flooded the chat.

But Riley didn’t pay any of it any mind.

She was just casting a line.

At this point in the game, barely anyone could cough up five blue schematics all at once. Maybe the top–ranked players on the leaderboards–and, of course, the Nightfall leader, who’d been bleeding who knows how many people dry.

No ordinary player would shell out for a Guild Charter right now. But that leader? No way he’d let a chance like this slip through his fingers.

“Ding. Ding.”

A private message notification popped up.

From an unfamiliar ID.

“IceDrifter: You really have a Guild Charter? Can you show it?”

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Riley glanced at it.

“SpicyBurger. Like I said, prove you’re serious. Put the goods in the trade window.”

The guy hesitated for a moment, then sent a trade request.

The trade window opened.

Riley checked his ID: IceDrifter.

“SpicyBurger: Where are the schematics?”

“IceDrifter: Just wanted to see if you actually had it first.”

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“SpicyBurger: Put the schematics in, and I’ll sell. Nothing goes through until you hit confirm. Stop wasting my

time.”

She waited. He still didn’t place anything in the window.

“SpicyBurger: If you don’t have the schematics, don’t clog my inbox.”

With that, she canceled the trade.

She had to play it cocky. Greedy. Just desperate enough to make that paranoid leader believe she was really just cashing out while she still could.

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