[Survival time: one hour achieved. Containment successful for No. 3-2048] [Evaluation: Insanely Mad] [In a nightmare rife with danger, your frenzied, bloody performance was a perfect fit. It also earned you the right to survive. Congratulations on earning the achievement—I'm Done Being Human (judging by your performance, you weren't particularly attached to being human anyway)] [Kill: Werewolf] [Rewards: Sanity Value +20; Inspiration +5; Skill: Air Bullet] [Special Achievement Reward: Internal Organ Critical Hit] [Replay the incident?]
When Fu Qian returned to the warehouse, a string of messages was rapidly scrolling across his vision.
What did it mean, he wasn't particularly attached to being human?
Fu Qian was rather indignant about the evaluation.
He looked around. The Mist Door from before had disappeared.
Finally, it was over!
Fu Qian let out a long breath.
He had to admit, this job was a little too thrilling.
The rewards were decent, though.
His Sanity Value had already dropped to the teens after all his attempts earlier. This time, it had gone up by twenty points, making up for the loss.
Otherwise, at the rate he had been using it, he probably would've gone mad in a few days.
The evaluation was hard to make sense of, too. It was difficult to tell whether it was praise or criticism.
He could replay the incident?
Fu Qian chose to replay it without hesitation.
As he watched the events unfold again, Fu Qian noticed more details.
When he saw himself in the moonlight, using his twisted arm to pull the werewolf's innards, flesh, and all sorts of other things out of its mouth,
Fu Qian understood why he had been judged [Insanely Mad].
Of course, understanding it didn't mean he agreed.
In fact, Fu Qian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he'd done.
In his eyes, facing a powerful enemy without fear, then using every means at his disposal to smash the opponent beneath him was the romance of a true man.
It was the beauty of bloodshed, and had nothing to do with going berserk.
He also noticed that, at that exact moment, the Old Man inside the house had put away his scythe. He'd watched Fu Qian for a while, then walked out of the house.
He hadn't seemed at all worried about getting caught up in the fight. Fu Qian had definitely picked the right opponent. The Old Man was probably much stronger than the werewolf.
After watching the replay, Fu Qian began taking stock of his rewards.
[Air Bullet: Compresses air into an invisible bullet. Its power is limited, but it makes up for that with stealth.]
This was pretty good!
Fu Qian's eyes lit up. He lightly rubbed two fingers together and tried activating it.
An invisible bullet instantly whistled away, shooting straight toward the depths of the warehouse.
Its range was decent, and it activated very quickly.
Even if it wasn't very powerful, it was convenient.
This one reward alone dispelled more than half of Fu Qian's resentment.
If he could take this skill with him on his next mission, it would be a powerful weapon.
If he remembered correctly, there was also a special reward?
Fu Qian quickly found the other entry.
[Internal Organ Critical Hit: Find the right opening and strike directly at your opponent's internal organs through a wound, dealing devastating damage.] [A brutal finishing move that elegantly sets your prey free.]
This...
The image of him using his mutated tentacles to pull out the werewolf's innards flashed through Fu Qian's mind.
This reward seemed to have something to do with what he'd done.
Had there been some kind of misunderstanding? He really wasn't that fond of pulling people's guts out!
Oh well. Having another skill couldn't be a bad thing.
[Today's work is complete. Thank you for your efforts.] [You may now leave the warehouse. See you tomorrow.]
The notification sounded at just the right moment.
No need to wait around and clock out. Great!
Fu Qian took off the work ID around his neck.
His vision went black, and he was back in his long-missed home.
Getting to and from work was really convenient!
After a brief sigh, Fu Qian remembered something.
He picked up the phone on the table and checked it.
[...An incoming transfer of 30,000 yuan has been completed for the account ending in 1269. Balance: 35,240...]
Fu Qian was still stunned when he found the message.
A yearly salary of ten million, and the pay was daily?
Truly the industry's conscience!
All his fatigue vanished in an instant.
Right, there was something else he'd forgotten.
Fu Qian slapped his forehead, quickly logged into the forum, and found the comment about the tiger that had been crushed to death by a sliding tackle.
He liked the post, then quietly replied beneath it—[Tried and tested. It works!]
That night, Fu Qian lay in bed reflecting on his new job.
He had to admit, the day's experience had challenged his imagination and overturned far too many of his old assumptions.
But even with all the bizarre things he couldn't understand, Fu Qian had still found it fun.
Challenges, problem-solving, and fighting—it was much more interesting to him than clocking in for a nine-to-nine job.
Fu Qian realized that he was beginning to accept the job on an emotional level.
After a night's rest, Fu Qian ate a quick breakfast the next morning, then put on his work ID again.
[Identity verification successful. Today's work begins.]
The instant the warehouse appeared before him, Fu Qian noticed something was wrong.
Black patterns flickered everywhere across the warehouse, and clusters of phantom bone spurs floated in the air, looking bizarre and sinister.
I knew it!
Fu Qian wasn't surprised in the slightest. In his view, it was perfectly normal for something to happen in this warehouse every day.
There was no need to ask. Something had leaked again.
[Warning: Containment breach] [Code: 2-133; Name: Ritual Notebook] [Today's work has been updated: Enter Containment Scene 2-133 and complete recontainment.] [You may choose which skills to bring.]
Finally, he wouldn't be going in bare-assed!
Faced with the row of skill slots that appeared before him,
Fu Qian decisively brought both Air Bullet and Internal Organ Critical Hit, then selected confirm.
[Entering Containment Scene 2-133: Old Town] [Containment condition: Stop the Evil God's Progeny from descending.] [Current Sanity Value: 32. Entering a Containment Scene costs one Sanity Value.]
He was going to slay a god? These missions really did get more thrilling every time!
Fu Qian's instincts told him that today's work would be tough.
[...1%...5%...50%...98%...100%. Old Town loaded.] [An indescribable evil presence shrouds this once-prosperous place. The righteous Night Watchers are doing everything in their power to purge the omnipresent corruption. Unfortunately, they still don't know what they're about to face.] [Skills: Air Bullet, Internal Organ Critical Hit] [Weapon: None]
Night Watchers?
Fu Qian had never heard the unfamiliar term before. He wasn't sure what kind of organization they were, but since they were supposedly righteous, they might be useful.
Fu Qian's vision slowly returned. Then he saw a pair of eyes.
They were so close that they filled his entire field of vision.
Amber-colored irises stared at him without moving.
Fu Qian tried to move, only to find it hard to breathe. Something was gripping his throat.
"Can you hear me?"
The next moment, a clear, lilting voice rang out.
Fu Qian furrowed his brow and quickly recalled what he'd learned before: communicate verbally more, and rely less on body language.
So even though he could barely breathe, he struggled to make a sound.
"Y...es..."
The next instant, a flash of shining blade passed before his eyes. Fu Qian felt a chill in his chest, then felt blood gush out.
"I'm sorry..."
The voice rang out again, sounding almost choked with sobs now.
"My sins have grown heavier still..."
With a long sigh, Fu Qian's vision darkened.
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