Three days had passed since the disaster conference.
At the hotel counter, Yi Chen, now dressed in a black overcoat, was checking out. Lainey sat waiting on a sofa nearby, still holding a cup of warm tea.
Since the hotel was founded, its checkout rate had never even reached 0.01%.
Once someone became a hotel guest, they could never leave—not because of any restriction imposed by the manager, but because most people found a sense of belonging in the hotel and abandoned everything else.
"Mr. Yi, sorry for the trouble, but please rate the hotel's services during your stay."
Yi Chen took the card and hesitated briefly before drawing a line through the number 7.
The manager looked rather surprised. After all, previous guests had always given full marks. "May I ask which of the hotel's services you were dissatisfied with, Mr. Yi?"
"The existing services are all excellent, but there's still quite a bit missing."
"For example?"
"It would be nice to have fitness facilities suited to different guests' levels. At present, the most I can do is meditate and comprehend things in my room. I can't do any physical training."
"Hahaha~" The manager burst out laughing. "My hotel focuses on rest. Every guest who comes here—even a mentally abnormal person like William—can put aside their troubles and trivial matters and have a good rest.
"You're the only one who still thinks about things contrary to rest while staying at the hotel. You really are different.
"I'll take your suggestion into consideration. However, there isn't much time left... If you can still come stay here before everything ends, perhaps you'll have a different experience.
"I wish you both the best of luck."
"Take care."
Yi Chen led Lainey to the film crew to receive the final share of the