So frustrated.
"Fine, I'll tell you. This time, I'm going to be a reporter—and the kind who isn't afraid of death."
Maybe it was because of what had happened in the previous plane, or maybe because she had fused with the original body's Soul Fragment. Either way, Su Qiao always felt a pent-up anger inside her, but had nowhere to vent it.
Unfortunately, this was still a relatively peaceful world, so she couldn't do anything too extreme to let off steam.
She could only find something relatively dangerous and challenging to do.
A reporter?
444's jaw nearly dropped in shock.
Its host... was going to become a reporter?
And the kind of reporter who upheld justice and stood up for others?
Had she lost her mind?
Reporters in this era had a high-risk occupation.
Su Qiao's tone turned threatening. "What? Is that not allowed?"
Was she not kind?
Was she not righteous?
Only then did 444 sense that Su Qiao's mood was a little off. It seemed she was about to lose her temper.
It absolutely did not want to become a trash can for her anger.
"Of course it's allowed."
"However, you'll have to train your skills properly. And you should get that poison stuff going too. This era isn't exactly peaceful, especially for a female reporter. Unless you only want to be a gossip reporter who freeloads until death."
"Enough. I know what I'm doing. You're responsible for using the domestic intranet and the internet to collect all kinds of information and inside stories. Leave everything else to me."
What kind of situation had she never seen?
She had even gotten used to the sort of apocalypse where she chopped down anyone she saw and blew their heads off. What was this little situation compared to that?
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