My Work

Beep beep beep.

The launch time this time was too long, and an alarm-like notification sounded inexplicably in my mind.

My consciousness blurred for a moment.

Qin Yiguan opened his eyes and found himself on the third floor of an apartment building in Rust City.

"Everything will have to wait until the next time we go online before we can continue."

Qin Yiguan muttered to himself, then looked up at the bedroom window.

Although the curtains were tightly closed, he had cut seven or eight round holes in them with scissors, allowing rays of sunlight to stream in.

It illuminated the black decorative items in the room.

Qin Yiguan smiled slightly. He was no longer afraid of the [Gestalt Collapse] condition; the round holes in the curtains were the best proof of that.

It was a clear afternoon outside.

But at night, those holes will let in a faint light, making the room both dark and hazy.

Even if Qin Yiguan woke up in the dark, even if he inadvertently saw the scene inside the room, his mindset was calm enough that the [Gestalt Collapse] would not recur.

"Just a little bit more, and the [Gestalt Collapse] will be completely healed."

"As long as I don't see the writhing black object, I'll be just like a normal person."

Qin Yiguan sat on the bed, slowly touching a silver cross hanging around his neck, his expression even calmer. "This is all thanks to you."

He got up, dressed, walked down three flights of stairs, pushed open the apartment door, stood in the sunlight, looked at the clear sky, and a positive smile appeared on his face.

He walked down the street and greeted Xiao Ning, who was sitting in a wheelchair and also basking in the sun.

I also greeted Brother Lu, who had just finished work and was passing by in a hurry.

Then, he took a leisurely stroll to the nearest Central District and borrowed all the fresh fruit from Jiu Zhengxuan's house.

After returning to Rust City with large and small packages, they distributed most of the fruit to the lowly Castoffs.

He himself took the remaining fruit back to his three-story apartment, ate a hearty meal, and then began doing hundreds of push-ups and squats, meticulously exercising his body.

We spend too much time at rest; our bodies need more activity to stay healthy.

The silver cross pendant on her chest was also soaked with sweat.

In the blink of an eye.

It was evening.

The virtual reality headset in the room emitted a notification sound, "Online time restored. You have been granted 5 hours of login time."

The boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a shower and changed his clothes, sat on the sofa, and slowly put on the virtual reality headset.

"Time to get back to those things."

A swirling motion filled the space, and he appeared in the Gemini Metaverse — Mirage City.

Virtual and real time are synchronized, and in the distance, the setting sun casts an orange glow over the entire city.

But the city did not darken as the sun set.

Countless virtual billboards flashed with colorful lights, and various aircraft left trails of flame in the sky.

Qin Yiguan left the bustling mainland and entered a dark alley.

Deep within the alley, it was dark and damp, reeking of garbage.

Near a doorway in the distance, a worn-out electronic signboard is lit up— 'Rich Cheese Pizza Shop '.

In this era, although the energy people need can be supplied by Nutrient Pod, people living in the Metaverse still enjoy trying all sorts of different flavors.

This dirty and chaotic place in front of you is the back entrance of ' Rich Cheese Pizza Shop '.

This was also Qin Yiguan's destination.

The obese pizzeria owner pushed open the iron gate. "You're three minutes late, kid. I only gave you this job out of pity. Remember, if you can't wash 80 dishes in an hour, I'll fire you without hesitation and buy a used dishwasher robot."

"Boss, I understand."

Qin Yiguan slowly put on plastic gloves and walked to the mountain of plates, beginning his daily part-time job.

Ding-dong.

Splash, splash.

The sounds of rinsing water and clattering dishes began to rise.

"They insist on a one-to-one simulation of reality."

While working, Qin Yiguan complained, "Since taste can be virtualized, why not create a setting that makes all dirty plates clean in an instant? Wouldn't that greatly increase efficiency and save time?"

But the next moment, Qin Yiguan curled his lip, "On the other hand, if that were to happen, many people would lose their jobs."

Qin Yiguan, who was working, slightly raised his head.

A strange figure was crouching on a low building not far behind.

It must have been a person with a physical deformity, with a small body, an enormous head, and a body that appeared to be wearing a black bodysuit.

This Black-Skin Big Head man squatted there, his hands gripping the eaves, his mouth slightly open, drool constantly dripping from his mouth, silently watching the location of Qin Yiguan. Most importantly, his body swayed unsteadily, as if he were about to fall off the roof at any moment.

Qin Yiguan continued working with his hands, and shook his head slightly.

Recently, a chemical agent called 'CPH4' has become popular. It is addictive after just one use, but this stuff doesn't poison the rich. Instead, it poisons the poor whose lives are already a mess.

These people seem to prefer chasing illusions and indulging in one unrealistic daydream after another.

The more CPH4 is used, the more these people resemble the walking dead.

A small number of people will experience physical abnormalities, while most will become mentally confused and behave strangely.

The guy squatting on the roof must be a severe addict.

Qin Yiguan looked around the pool. The reason these people came to the back door of the pizza shop was to get a few pieces of leftover pizza from the customers to increase their feeling of fullness.

Qin Yiguan didn't mind giving them some money.

The obese pizzeria owner emerged from the back door, pointing at the Big Head figure on the roof and yelling, "You trash, you parasites, get out of here! Even if it's the back door, your presence there is ruining my shop's image!"

Qin Yiguan sighed slowly, then lowered his head to wash the twelfth plate.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind, and a round, black object tumbled and fell into Qin Yiguan's sink with a splash.

The water in the basin turned blood red in an instant, and the fat boss's head rose and fell on the surface of the water.

Qin Yiguan's Pupil suddenly contracted.

He turned around instantly.

But the obese boss's body was still on the ground not far away, his finger still pointing at the Black-Skin Big Head man.

But from his cleanly severed neck, a jet of blood spurted out, reaching a height of 2 meters.

Hehehe.

But the Black-Skin Big Head man was still squatting on the rooftop in the distance, grinning sinisterly. "Qin Yiguan, how are you... We're from the same hometown. My sudden visit today isn't anything special, I just want to take your head."