The Strange Arrival 9

It was the fourth day since entering the game.

Ye Zhao had Brother Qiao bring breakfast to her room. As she ate, she allocated today's Creation Points.

Thinking of how she had nearly stumbled over her lack of strength yesterday, she used Creation Points to create ten Strength +1 Attribute Pages, raising her strength from twenty to thirty; five Constitution +1 Attribute Pages; and two Speed +3 Attribute Pages.

[Name: Ye Zhao]

[Constitution: 115 (no equipment effects)]

[Strength: 35 (no equipment effects)]

[Speed: 29+50 (equipment effects)]

She had spent 2,100 Creation Points, leaving 3,660 Creation Points.

Seeing her growing number of Creation Points made Ye Zhao feel at ease. They were the capital she needed to stay alive.

But she only had so many Attribute Pages to improve her physical stats because she had a Golden Finger. What about the thief? It seemed there were still quite a few game items she did not know about.

On the fourth day, she used the Prophet Skill.

The scenes she saw this time were much better than before, and the death rate had fallen drastically. After all, they had already had several days to adapt. The Players who had survived were all relatively cautious and careful. They had wisely learned not to look too much, ask too much, or say too much. They desperately ignored the strangeness around them and trembled their way through life.

Ye Zhao did not see any valuable items and decided to rest in her room today.

But trying to spend a day quietly and safely was still quite difficult. When she watched TV, the people on screen would suddenly change their faces and try to crawl out through the television, only to be bounced back by the Bronze Mirror.

When she played games, the other Players would suddenly turn strange and try to crawl over through the network cable, only to be bounced back by the Bronze Mirror.

Even reading a simple book was no good—the words on the pages would twist and squirm, as though something were about to break out of its shell. Even when she listened to music, the pleasant singing would gradually turn into strange whispers...

Ye Zhao: ...

They truly took being everywhere and nowhere to the extreme.

Moreover, the longer she stayed alone, the more tightly wound she became, and the easier it was for her mind to run wild. It was actually harder to endure than going outside before.

Under those circumstances, Ye Zhao had no choice but to leave her room and head to the gym on the third floor.

Working out should be fine, right?

She put on sunglasses and a baseball cap, wore a pair of unplugged headphones to pretend she was busy, then stepped onto a treadmill and began running.

A strong physique was the key to escaping with her life!

Ye Zhao ran for two hours straight without stopping to rest. Her incredible stamina caught the attention of the trainer beside her, who exclaimed in amazement again and again. Even several people exercising nearby turned to look at her.

"Miss, you have such great endurance. Want to run marathons with me? I believe that with just a little training, winning a championship would be no problem for you!"

"She was already running when I got here, and she's still running when I'm leaving. How long has she been at it?"

"Over an hour, I think?"

"That's amazing!!"

When it was nearly eleven-thirty, Ye Zhao pressed the pause button. Mm, it was time for lunch.

She completely ignored the group of people surrounding her and walked straight out.

Everyone: ...

The trainer immediately chased after her. He did not want to give up such a promising talent. "Miss, I'm not a bad person. I truly cherish your talent. Don't you want to shine under the gaze of the entire country? Don't you want to bring glory to the nation and honor to your ancestors?"

Ye Zhao ignored him.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd behind her said, "That's so rude. So what if someone like her wins a championship? I wouldn't marry her anyway."

Ye Zhao did not slow down, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar, as though she had heard it somewhere before. Yet she could not remember where.

Since it might very well have been a strange trap, she did not turn around and simply left the gym.

Ye Zhao arrived at the Chinese restaurant and once again ordered a table full of vegetarian dishes. Just as she was about to dig in, the trainer she had seen at the gym entered not long after, accompanied by a man in a tracksuit. The man's eyes darted around as soon as he came in. After confirming it was safe, he immediately put on an unbearably arrogant air.

The instant Ye Zhao saw his face, she finally understood why his voice had sounded familiar. Wasn't this one of Ye Mingyue's lackeys?

As the Ye Family's cherished little princess, Ye Mingyue naturally had no shortage of people who flattered her in hopes of getting close to the Ye Family. They competed to fawn over Ye Mingyue, liking what she liked and hating what she hated.

Unfortunately, the original owner was one of the people Ye Mingyue hated.

Before the original owner left the Ye Family, she had suffered no shortage of mockery and ridicule from Ye Mingyue's lackeys.

What Ye Zhao remembered most clearly was that during Mother Ye's fifty-third birthday banquet, this man had deliberately stepped on the original owner's dress and pulled it down.

It had happened in a small banquet hall. Ye Mingyue had called the original owner over, saying she wanted to introduce her to her friends. Inside were all the children of wealthy families who had been Ye Mingyue's friends since childhood.

The original owner had been wearing a strapless evening gown. When the dress fell, even though she still had underwear on, it felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of everyone.

Ye Mingyue's shriek rang through the entire hall. "Ah! How did you come out without putting your dress on properly? Help! Someone, come quickly—"

From then on, Ye Mingyue's piercing scream haunted the original owner's dreams.

It really was too much of a coincidence. They had run into each other even here. Was this the power of a fated grudge?

Ye Zhao sent Brother Qiao a message. Before long, Brother Qiao appeared in front of her. Ye Zhao raised her chin toward the trainer's table in the distance and said, "I want to file a complaint against one of your staff members. He insulted me, and I demand that he be fired."

Ye Zhao repeated what the man in the tracksuit had said about her.

Brother Qiao glanced over there. Just from their clothing, he could tell they were employees of the hotel. He immediately bent at the waist in apology and said, "I'll have them come over and apologize to you right away!"

Ye Zhao tilted her head and smiled. The apology might have been painless and pointless, and the person who should have heard it could no longer hear it, but it was better than nothing.

The coach and the man in sportswear were both utterly confused when they were called over to apologize. The man in sportswear especially—he had obviously spoken so quietly. How had she still heard him?

Did that woman have ears that could hear a thousand miles away?

Though he wanted to throw money at her and reveal his identity like he used to, he was in the strange world now. More than half of his initial two thousand yuan had already been spent, so he really could not afford to lose this job.

Swallowing his anger, the man in sportswear walked miserably over to Ye Zhao. Looking at the woman in a baseball cap and sunglasses, with only her sharp, slender chin exposed, he naturally failed to recognize that she was Ye Zhao. "Sorry. I didn't mean to talk about you. It's just that you ignored people and showed no respect, so I couldn't hold it in..."

Heh.

Even while apologizing, he still had to take veiled jabs and shift the blame onto her.

Still, he was good at showing himself off. Even at a time like this, he remembered to lift his head and let people see his fresh-faced idol-like looks.

After all, he was a lackey Ye Mingyue had approved of. She would not have looked twice at someone too ugly.

Ye Zhao looked at Brother Qiao, asking with her eyes, "This is the apology you mentioned?"

Brother Qiao said, "It seems you still haven't recognized your mistake. Your probationary period ends here. You're fired."

The man in sportswear said, "Why?"

He was the chosen son of fate. While everyone else could only draw Attribute Pages with one or two points, he had drawn Attribute Pages granting Strength +10, Speed +10, and Constitution +10 the moment he arrived. He was about to surpass the limits of humanity and reach the peak of life!

They were just a few NPCs who did not even know what they were. He could not be bothered to curry favor with them.

With a soft snort, he turned and left.

Ye Zhao had no intention of letting him off so easily. She followed him out of the hotel, pulled a sack over his head, dragged him into an alley, and gave him a brutal beating.