All Chapters of AFK System: Level Up By Doing Nothing!: Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: The One-Year Countdown
"Three hundred and sixty-five days... This is insane! The Central Tower intends to annihilate all of us!" BANG! The Vanguard Captain General slammed his fist against the white granite relic wall of Floor 5's Western Sector, which had just been cleared of monsters. The veteran man was trembling violently, no longer out of residual fear toward The Underworld God, but because of the glowing red digital numbers continuously ticking down in the air overhead, severing the destiny of all mankind on Earth and within the Tower. [Tower Apocalypse Countdown: 364 Days, 23 Hours, 54 Minutes, 12 Seconds...] In the midst of the open hall that was now doused in the mass panic of soldiers and academy students, Austin Carter instead let out a thoroughly long, deep sigh. The youth in the grey uniform rolled over lazily atop his newly and neatly minted God-Tier Legendary Mattress. The lavender aromatherapy scent drifting from the mattress's fabric fibers should h
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Chapter 52: Shivering in Barracks E
"You support-faction scum aren't allowed to step even a single meter past this red line!" The harsh bark of a fully armed military officer cut through the howling blizzard raging across the 6th Floor. The freezing desert air of The Frozen Tundra stung their skin like thousands of icy needles the moment they stepped through the transfer portal. Austin Carter rubbed his heavy eyes, clutching his old foam mattress roll tightly under his arm. In front of him, elite soldiers from the combat faction were busy handing out high-grade Thermal Armor lined with monster fur. Banners and crests bearing Vanguard’s military insignia fluttered proudly above warm tents spewing streams of heated exhaust. Noble scions and star pupils from top-tier factions laughed aloud as they sipped warm spiced tea from silver cups. And yet, they had only set foot on this floor a few minutes ago. When it was the support faction's turn to step forward and cl
Last Updated : 2026-09-03
Chapter 53: The Miracle of the Warmest Room
"Are you insane?! Your five-million-Exp mattress is radiating heat!" Austin-02 leapt back two steps the instant the surface of the cosmic sheep-wool mattress vibrated softly. Waves of golden energy hummed gently through the stitching of the thick fleece, rapidly spreading across the wooden floor of Barracks E. The freezing cold that had been suffocating them was swept away in a matter of seconds. The thick layer of frost encrusting the wooden walls melted into fresh beads of water before evaporating without a trace. Austin completely ignored his clone’s hysterical glare. He eased himself down onto his newly minted AFK System mattress. Fwosshhh! An extraordinary softness sank beneath his body. The perfect warmth—neither too hot nor too cold—seeped gently into every pore of his skin. "Ahhh... now this is a bed," Austin sighed softly, his eyes closed in utter bliss. [Passive Feature: Thermal Barrier Zone Active!]
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Chapter 54: The Military Garrison Raid
"Open the door or we break it down!" Crash! Before anyone could take a step to unlatch it, the thick wooden door of Barracks E shattered into pieces under the force of a steel-booted kick. Splinters scattered into the room, followed by the heavy tread of six fully armed military garrison guards. At the front stood a burly, thickset officer named Officer Bruno. His right hand gripped a sharp sword ignited with fire magic, while his eyes narrowed with deep suspicion. They marched inside, mana surging in anticipation of a fight. In Bruno's mind, he had expected a pathetic scene: a dozen frozen corpses of low-caste brats, or a stash of illegal mana crystals stolen from the military depot. However, the moment they crossed the threshold, a wave of hot air blasted them violently in the face. Whoosh! The indoor temperature of twenty-four degrees Celsius stung skin that was accusto
Last Updated : 2026-09-03
Chapter 55: Selena Defies the Council
"Two hundred tons of ice blocks for a dozen low-caste kids in a single day is a death sentence in disguise, General!" Selena Vance's voice echoed sharply throughout Vanguard's Main Command Tent. Before her, Grand Commander Raymond Sterling sat casually in a luxurious leather chair, sipping warm spiced tea that wafted a sweet aroma. The command tent was warm and comfortable, thanks to five high-grade mana heating stoves burning in every corner—a horrific contrast to the fate of the support faction, discarded in a rotting shack in the middle of a blizzard. Selena slammed the logistics report sheets from Officer Bruno right onto Raymond's mahogany desk. "Your men kicked down their shack, broke their door, and arbitrarily doubled their quota," Selena spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "The outside temperature is minus thirty degrees Celsius! That isn't a work assignment, that's premeditated murder!" Raymond lowered his silver cup slowly,
Last Updated : 2026-09-03
Chapter 56: Secret Meeting in Barracks E
"Hold your breath, I've brought help!" Crash! Selena Vance burst through the remains of the doorframe of Barracks E, which had been smashed open by the military. Her breath hitched heavily, leaving thick plumes of icy steam in the 6th Floor's night air. The thirty-kilogram tactical backpack filled with stolen heating crystals hung heavy on her slender shoulders. She had prepared herself for the most horrific sight imaginable: low-caste students lying frozen and stiff, screams of despair, or icy groans from bodies teetering on the edge of death. Yet the moment both her feet stepped over the threshold, Selena came to a dead halt. There was no stinging gale of blizzard wind inside this ancient shack. No mana-freezing chill stabbing down to the bone marrow. Instead, a wave of wonderfully gentle heat greeted Selena's face, sweeping away the layer of ice crystals clinging to her eyelashes in an instant. The temperature inside the decrepit
Last Updated : 2026-09-04
Chapter 57: The Birth of the "Ghost Merchant"
"If we're monsters, then what do you call Raymond Sterling and his military officers?" Austin-02 folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the old wooden crate. "We're just laborers trying to survive the madness of your leadership," the clone continued in a deeply sarcastic tone. Selena wiped her forehead, which was still damp with melted snow, staring at the stack of Thermal Talismans on the table with a blend of awe and horror. "But these things... their efficiency makes absolutely no sense," Selena whispered, touching the edge of the silver cloth talisman engraved with golden ink. "Even the thousand-gold-piece Thermal Armor belonging to the elite faction doesn't hold a candle to these scraps of cloth." Austin-02 broke into a cruel smirk. "Indeed," he replied, a shrewd glint flashing in his eyes. "And that's precisely why we have a golden opportunity to bleed the elite faction dry until they have nothing left."Last Updated : 2026-09-04Read more
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Chapter 58: Cold Remedy in the Black Market
"Don't scream if you still want your breath to stay warm," whispered a heavy voice from beneath the pitch-black hood. Toby and Mia jumped in surprise. Their bodies bumped against an ancient stone pillar encrusted with ice in the dimmest corner of the Dark Logistics Market. The two low-caste teenagers reflexively pressed close together, trembling violently as they stared at the mysterious figure who had just silently emerged from the shadows. Before their fear could turn into screams, the dark-hooded figure—the Ghost Merchant—casually flicked his hand. Thud! A giant iron pot with a tightly fitted lid landed smoothly on the snowdrift before them. The moment the pot's lid lifted slightly, a rich, savory aroma of spices burst into the night air. Thick hot steam billowed high, carrying a wave of warmth that instantly melted the icy crust around Toby and Mia's feet. "W-What is this...?" Toby stammered with wide eyes, inhaling the scent of
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Chapter 59: Cosmic Pebble Throw
"Do you think lower-caste crumbs like you have the right to keep a talisman this good?!" Julian barked, pressing his blade deeper into Toby's neck. A drop of fresh blood trickled slowly down the skin of Toby's neck, freezing instantly upon contact with the bitter night cold of the 6th Floor. Though fear churned his stomach, Toby clung tightly to the cloth pouch filled with Thermal Talismans against his chest. The items in his arms were no ordinary heating devices. They were the sole factor standing between life and death for over a dozen of his companions in Barracks E who were freezing to death. "These belong to all the students of the support faction!" Toby shouted, his voice trembling yet firm with resolve. "I won't give them to an arrogant person like you!" Julian's face, pale from the biting cold, instantly flushed with surging rage. For a noble scion of the combat faction, being defied so bluntly by a lower-caste student was an intolerab
Last Updated : 2026-09-04