Congratulations, You've Been Fired

The instant their minds clashed, the string in Qin Feng's mind called [Item Affinity] was plucked to its absolute limit by an unprecedented force!

"Buzz—!"

The world, in Qin Feng's perception, instantly "dissolved."

He was no longer a person holding a mobile phone.

The physical structure of the dormitory building faded, replaced by a digital dimension composed of light streams and radio waves.

Countless data streams flowed like glowing capillaries within the walls, floor, and ceiling;

Wi-Fi signals permeated the air like colorful, whispering pollen;

Every electronic device emitted a faint, unique "heartbeat."

Under the seemingly BUG-like ability of [Item Affinity], all the communication lines, network cables, signals, and magnetic fields in this building were temporarily "harmonized" by him, becoming extensions of his senses, weapons of his will!

He had transformed into a... network phantom, roaming the sea of bits!

Massive information streams surged into his brain, yet were processed in an orderly fashion.

Every port on the router, every data throughput by the switch, the signal strength of every mobile phone... all were known to him.

It was at this moment that he truly "saw" the essence of "Ghost Call."

It was not a ghost in the traditional sense, lacking a physical form or a core of resentment.

It was a piece of code.

A piece of "resentment code" that parasitized the modern information network, using human "fear" as nourishment, constantly replicating and spreading itself!

Its attack was cold, primal, and efficient, like a digital venomous snake that only knew how to bite.

But in the eyes of Qin Feng, a modern person bombarded by information in his past life, this attack pattern was... too basic.

"So that's it, you're just a virus," Qin Feng smiled, a smile of utter ease.

A virus? What if I fought it head-on with the methods of malicious software!

He channeled his spiritual energy, using it as "computing power" to drive his spirit. Through the mobile phone in his hand, his "terminal," he injected his voice with incredible precision into the core of the "resentment code" that was attacking him!

"Hello, this is the Underworld KPI Assessment Center, I am your dedicated performance inspector, employee number 9527, Qin Feng."

His voice, through the signal network, directly echoed within the anomaly's logical core, calm, professional, and devoid of any emotion.

"After system evaluation, your recent performance is subpar, your methods are simplistic, and your propagation efficiency is slow. You only use outdated 'Death Notice' phishing tactics, resulting in extremely low customer conversion rates."

"In accordance with Article 4, Clause 1 of the Underworld Performance Management Regulations, you are now undergoing emergency business skills retraining. Please listen carefully, there will be a pop quiz later. Failure to pass will result in immediate termination."

The violent mental impact of "Ghost Call" crashed against an invisible firewall constructed from higher-level "logic," scattering into disarray.

Within the pure black data stream, countless colorful, flickering garbled characters suddenly exploded, resembling the final struggle before a program crash.

Its simple logic chain based on "fear-death" was being forcibly overwritten and contaminated by an unheard-of, seductive modern business logic of "performance-commission-market-KPI"!

The logical core of the anomaly even spawned a primal question: [KPI... what... is... that?]

Qin Feng didn't give it a chance to think. The sales pitches he had passively learned from various spam calls in his previous life now poured out like a torrential river, unending:

"First, your target customer profiling is inaccurate!

You're choosing dead college students with insufficient yang energy and weak willpower. Harvesting such low-quality customers won't yield much 'fear value' commission!

You should think long-term, focus on market penetration and high-end customization!

Target successful individuals with strong fortunes, business magnates, high-ranking government officials!

Tackling these tough targets will make your performance skyrocket, and you'll be swimming in 'Yin Virtue' bonuses by year-end!"

The anomaly's black data stream began to tremble violently. It attempted to attack again, but its mental impact turned into meaningless bytes halfway through.

"Buy... buy one get one free?"

"Death... Death... 50% off?"

It couldn't comprehend.

It only knew how to create fear, then kill.

What was... a bonus?

"Second, your product line is too monotonous!

Only physical death? That's so low-level! No technical skill involved at all!

Look at the 'Ouija Ghost' in the next group, they've already started differentiated competition!"

Qin Feng's voice was filled with a regretful disappointment.

"You should expand your business and enrich your product matrix!

For example, for those who value face, introduce the 'Social Death' package;

For couples deeply in love, introduce the 'Relationship Collapse' package;

For us college students, introduce the 'Guaranteed Exam Failure' package!

You need diversified development and refined operations to meet the personalized needs of different customers, only then can you build your business moat, understand?"

At this moment, on Qin Feng's system panel, the weakness analysis for [Ghost Call], which had previously been "???", finally refreshed!

[Weird Tale Compendium Activated!]

[Target Locked: Ghost Call]

[Danger Level: D-Class (Threat Level: Dangerous)]

[Sin Points: 150 (Continuously Increasing)]

[Background Story: I will announce my arrival]

[Rule Analysis: From the moment the call is received, the countdown of life officially begins.]

[Weakness: Its logical structure is simple, based on a one-way feedback of 'fear'. It can be overwritten, interfered with, or even formatted by more complex 'information streams' or 'logical loops' containing mental power. (Status: Severely interfered with, logic on the verge of collapse)]

The moment he saw the weakness analysis, the smile on Qin Feng's lips became even more cruel and ferocious.

"Finally," his voice suddenly turned ice-cold, filled with undeniable authority, like a final judgment, "on behalf of our 'Underworld KPI Assessment Center', I now officially inform you."

"You're fired."

These last four words, like an administrator command with the highest authority, caused the chaotic code to instantly freeze as if it had crashed.

"Because we've found a brand new, more efficient, and more promising replacement—"

As his voice fell, Qin Feng slowly raised the M-7 "Spirit Breaker" Pistol in his hand. The pitch-black muzzle glinted with cold killing intent.

His gaze pierced through the dimensions of reality and data, precisely locking onto an inconspicuous broadband interface connected to countless network cables in the corner of the wall.

That was the network hub for the entire dormitory building! It was the most crucial... server for this "network virus" in the building!

His "logical bombardment" just now had successfully "locked down" the Anomalous Event's consciousness and power onto this physical hardware, leaving it nowhere to escape!

"As a final addendum to this training call," Qin Feng's voice rang out, "we're including a golden rule from our company—"

His icy gaze fixed on the network node, and a cruel curve formed on his lips.

"The customer is God."

He pulled the trigger.

"Bang—!"

The muffled gunshot exploded in the cramped dormitory!

A bullet, shimmering with silver runes, precisely shattered the network interface. The powerful Spirit Breaker energy instantly vaporized and annihilated the data stream it carried.

Qin Feng lowered the gun, blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke, and softly finished his last sentence.

"And God has the right to deal with your sins."