[Identity verification complete. Today's work begins] [Warning: containment breach]
After easily intimidating a bunch of people and getting a good night's sleep, Fu Qian entered the Warehouse early the next morning.
The latter was running just as smoothly as ever.
[Name: Pest, Code: 1-077] [Today's work updated: Enter 1-077's Containment Scene and complete recontainment] [Current Sanity Value: 177. Current Inspiration: 51] [Entering 1-077's Containment Scene] [...1%...5%...15%...45%...75%...95%...100%. Containment Scene loading complete] [Pests lurk within flesh and blood. They are both a filthy blasphemy and an unconventional blessing. Of course, fools don't see it that way. In fact, even the chosen lucky ones won't see it that way. But it doesn't matter. He'll soon discover that in the deepest darkness, only embracing filth can bring a glimmer of hope.]
It wasn't making me configure my skills?
The mission briefing ended, and the scene before his eyes shifted. Fu Qian immediately realized something was wrong.
There wasn't even an option to configure his skills and weapons?
He had a bad feeling about this.
He vaguely remembered that the last time something similar had happened, he'd been thrown into a dungeon completely unarmed.
Surely it wouldn't be that extreme this time.
His senses returned. Fu Qian looked ahead and, the next moment, was left with a head full of question marks.
This time, they hadn't thrown him into a dim dungeon. But somehow, the scene looked even stranger than that—there was a blackboard directly in front of him.
Was this... an antisymmetric matrix?
Fu Qian stared motionless at the blackboard, recognizing what was written on it.
It wasn't that he was particularly interested in linear algebra. It was just that right now, all he could do was look.
At that moment, Fu Qian could clearly feel that his whole body