This week's mission had a satisfyingly low difficulty. It was an item whose number started with 3, of all things.
Was this a little compensation for last time, so I wouldn't quit?
Listening to the prompt in his ear, Fu Qian mused leisurely.
It was understandable, considering last week's incident had been rather serious.
But serious as it was, the Warehouse really didn't need to be so nervous.
A salary of ten million a year was one thing, but he was someone who'd stuck around even when his Sanity Value had dropped to the lowest double digits.
The only reason he'd ever stop would be if he got bored.
[Entering Containment Scene 3-0530]
As expected of a mission starting with 3, his abilities weren't restricted. After he followed the prompt and set things up, the scene before him quickly blurred.
[...5%...15%...30%...55%...75%...100%, loading complete]
[This is a bustling city, bright and glamorous, alive with neon lights. Countless men and women hurry about, seeking the value and meaning of life.
Yet as one of them, you have failed to fulfill your duty as a student today, leaving school early.]
A student again? He wasn't exactly nostalgic about his school days!
The background introduction in his ear was extremely brief, but its contents still made Fu Qian want to complain.
"So, what would you like to ask?"
At the same time, a gentle voice sounded before him.
As his vision returned, Fu Qian saw who it belonged to.
A dark wooden desk stood in front of him. A woman in her thirties sat behind it, gazing at him.
She dressed plainly, and her looks were unremarkable, but her eyes were exceptionally bright.
Fu Qian also noticed that the two of them were in a tiny room of just a few square meters.
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