Chapter 28 Two Agreements

Seeing this face, Feng Zhibei almost got so angry that he slapped him in the face.

Yan Chuxue didn't expect the other party to react so strongly, and she explained frantically.

After a long period of commotion, the villa finally quieted down.

Feng Zhibei sat further away from Yan Chuxue, folding his arms and looking at him coldly.

"...That's about it. In this game, memories can be tampered with. I can't trust those memories."

To express her apology, Yan Chuxue took out some coffee powder from the table and made two cups.

Feng Zhibei: "Excuse me, please add milk and sugar."

Yan Chuxue: "...Are you listening to me?"

Feng Zhibei nodded. "So you want to know the relationship between Yan Jingming and me, so you can verify the authenticity of that memory?"

He paused, then pointed out the most crucial question: "But how do you know if my memory has been tampered with?"

Yan Chuxue added a sugar cube to her coffee while answering, "That's why I want to compare my memories with yours. If they're the same, doesn't that mean there's some kind of relationship between us? ...and it's not the kind of relationship you explained."

Feng Zhibei: "...I'm sorry."

He took the coffee, but didn't drink it. Instead, he placed it on the table. "What good would it do me if I knew that?"

Yan Chuxue did not answer immediately, but took out another agreement from under the table and pushed it in front of him.

"If you can help me recover all my memories, I can give you a resurrection card."

"Ever since I was resurrected, I have been looking for my clones. Only after killing them can I recover some of my memories," he looked up at Feng Zhibei, his red eyes without a trace of emotion.

"Yan Jingming from Xingfu University is very special. If B-367 isn't lying, he appeared long after I was resurrected. So I'm more inclined to believe that he's not a clone, but a vessel that's imprisoned a part of my soul."

Feng Zhibei read the agreement Yan Chuxue handed him and said casually, "So you're not that familiar with B-367, so you're so wary."

"In the wilderness, there is no one and nothing that can be completely trusted."

Yan Chuxue tapped her fingers on the table. "However, you can trust me a little more. After all, we share the same memory."

Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze from the agreement.

"Tell me everything you know about this game first, and I'll tell you my memories."

He put on his usual businesslike smile.

Yan Chuxue stopped tapping the table.

He tilted his head and looked at Feng Zhibei for a long time, like a crow observing humans.

"I don't know much more than you do. When I was resurrected, I remember the wilderness was in a state of chaos. Besides the deaths in dungeons, there was also competition between guilds. It was common for one person from your guild to die one day, and another from mine the next."

"At the time, there was a saying about the wilderness: it has a soul and consciousness, and it keeps pulling humans in because it's searching for something..."

At this point, he chuckled, "This game has a lot of bugs. It went through countless updates before it finally became what it is today. It's harmonious and stable, except for the dungeons where you die."

"It sounds a bit contradictory. On the one hand, they keep arresting people and sending them to the dungeon to die, while on the other hand, they prevent players from harming each other."

Feng Zhibei commented.

"Right, so I have another idea."

Yan Chuxue picked up the coffee and took a few sips. "It's not looking for something, but learning something else. It's just like the white mouse theory that B-367 mentioned. It observes, learns, and eventually achieves its desired goal."

Feng Zhibei: "That's a good idea. AI ruling over humanity, right?"

He leaned back on the sofa. "Then there's the matter of dungeons. The wilderness constantly has people going to dungeons to observe and learn, but what is the purpose of humans going to dungeons themselves?"

"It's a chance to get out of the game and get back to reality."

Yan Chuxue only remembered something after she finished answering: "But this doesn't seem to apply to you."

"…Thank you for reminding me that I'm dead."

The black-haired man smiled at him. "But it doesn't matter. I have more than enough resurrection cards to keep you alive here for a long time. I only have one request: help me find my clones in the dungeon and kill them if possible. If you can't kill them, tell me which dungeon they are in and I'll go kill them myself."

Feng Zhibei lowered his head and thought.

Coming to this gaming world after death, he just wanted to enjoy the present moment and make these stolen moments as interesting as possible.

Two agreements were placed before him.

B-367's request required him to destroy as many cores of each copy as possible. The benefits given to him were various high-level props and personal help in cheating, so that he could evade some of the restrictions of the copy.

Well, now there are plug-ins in the game dungeon, and the dungeon experience has improved.

Yan Chuxue's agreement required him to kill all Yan Chuxue clones he encountered. During the agreement, Yan Chuxue would cover all of his daily expenses and item purchases, provide him with a place to stay, and even go on dungeons with him when necessary to resolve any issues.

Well, the basic living needs outside the dungeon have been solved, and the quality of life has improved.

Feng Zhibei raised his eyes and looked at Yan Chuxue: "I can tell you some things about Yan Jingming, but as you said, memories are not real, I can't guarantee that what I said is completely correct."

"Also, is there anything like a psychiatric clinic here?" he added. "I'm not sick, I just have a habit of going to a psychiatrist at regular intervals."

Yan Chuxue nodded: "I know, but there are none here. If you need them, I can help you find some healing players."

Feng Zhibei was stunned for a moment before reacting.

This habit of his dates back to when he was fourteen, when Yan Jingming, as his tutor, had been with him for nearly two years.

He cleared his throat and pieced together a general image of Yan Jingming based on his vague memories.

-

Feng Zhibei was taken back to the Feng family when he was just starting junior high school.

The illegitimate child who was brought back from outside was thin and skinny, and was hostile to everyone with the surname Feng, like a stray cat that did not trust humans.

It was at that time that Yan Jingming came to the Feng family. They called him a "family tutor", but in reality, the Feng family was too lazy to take care of him, so they left him to this family tutor.

"My memories of him are not very good..."

Feng Zhibei shrugged.

At first, they got along well. After all, they were teenagers, lively and active by nature, and they quickly let down their guard.

Then Yan Jingming's actions slapped him hard in the face.

"When I was fourteen, he disappeared with the design I was about to submit for a competition. Incidentally, I had been preparing for that competition for a whole year."

Feng Zhibei's eyes were full of "Let me see how you explain it."

Yan Chuxue choked, and this time there was genuine confusion in his eyes: "Why don't I remember this happening? I remember that the Feng family fired me."

Feng Zhibei raised his chin and said, "See, the opinions are different now."

He said with a cold face: "Let me tell you in advance, Yan Jingming is my nominal teacher, but I have never regarded him as a teacher, especially after he suddenly disappeared. So don't think about playing the emotional card."

"I don't have any feelings for him."

Yan Chuxue: "It doesn't matter, we can cultivate our relationship slowly."

...Is this the key point of this sentence?

Feng Zhibei's face was full of black lines, and he didn't know what to say to him.

After logging out of the game, Yan Chuxue became much more normal than in the game, but she was still a long way from being able to communicate normally.

He carefully considered the contents of the agreement.

There are contradictions between the two agreements.

If the core of the copy is destroyed as B-367 said, Yan Chuxue will not be able to enter the copy again.

He doesn't think he has the ability to kill someone alone. If he really wants to kill a clone, he has to do it himself.

But he was just a dead man, and Impure World Reincarnation was not very attractive to him.

He came up with a plan. He would first cling to two powerful people, and then slowly accumulate wealth to restore his life to the level he had before his death.

Not only that, you can also satisfy your curiosity and desire to explore and see what this dog game is all about.

"Give me a pen."

Feng Zhibei took the pen handed to him by Yan Chuxue and signed both agreements.

——After all, no one says you can’t work two jobs at the same time.

Oh, and including the live broadcast agreement for Wilderness, that’s three jobs in total.

But Huanghuang was much more stingy than these two, and almost gave nothing.

He snapped the cap on the pen, making a crisp sound.

"So where do I live?" Feng Zhibei tossed the pen to Yan Chuxue. "The agreement has come into effect, and it's time for you to fulfill your obligations."

"I'll live here. No one can come in here except me."

Yan Chuxue put away the two agreements and said, "You can't go to the first room on the left upstairs. You can choose any other room."

-

Garden Street is a very strange place. Even when the clock strikes six in the afternoon, there is still fog outside the window and the light does not change.

"The game has a bug. It has not been fixed after many attempts. It only has daytime scenes."

Yan Chuxue said to Feng Zhibei while washing the fruit, "So you have to carry something with you to check the time. You can't go out after 10 o'clock in the evening, and you can't go out on the street. It's best to lie in bed and sleep."

Feng Zhibei: "The school lights are out, right? I understand."

Yan Chuxue: "...I'm sorry, I have no memory of going to school, so I don't know anything about this kind of thing."

He peeled the washed apple, cut it in half, and handed it to Feng Zhibei: "You don't have to be so defensive. At least we were master and disciple before, and now we are partners. I won't attack you."

The cup of coffee with milk and sugar on the table had gone cold, but Feng Zhibei didn't touch it at all.

"I have to get used to it. I haven't lived with other people in years."

Feng Zhibei took the apple and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly remembered the description of the rusty fruit knife.

A strange feeling of foresight lingered in his heart, but he kept his expression unchanged and took a bite of the apple.

"I'll transfer some points to you. Just buy whatever you want."

Yan Chuxue moved her fingers, and with a ding sound, a crisp electronic sound shouted "30,000 points have been credited to the account."

It feels like you are walking on the street and the phone in your pocket suddenly screams "XX yuan has been transferred to your account through Alipay".

Feng Zhibei sighed in his heart that he was worthy of being the richest man, transferring money without even blinking an eye.

He opened the game panel and prepared to take a look at what was in the store that could be prepared in advance.

"My next dungeon is a punishment dungeon, which might be a bit dangerous. Will you come with me next time? It'll be in a month."

Feng Zhibei: "Did the game say what type it is?"

He just checked the game records and found that the first copy, Happy University, was actually considered a casual game.

He recalled the various bloody scenes and couldn't help but have deep doubts about its classification.

"Role playing, it shouldn't be that difficult," Yan Chuxue replied, "This type of plot usually has a much simpler subplot."

Feng Zhibei did not agree immediately and left a sentence "Let's talk about it later".

Yan Chuxue nodded. He put on his motorcycle jacket again and prepared to go to the central area.

His original plan was to take Feng Zhibei with him and buy him a cell phone, but Feng Zhibei strongly objected. "Everyone is speculating about whether our relationship is like that. Showing up now wouldn't be the same as acknowledging it."

Yan Chuxue thought it made sense and didn't force it.

He told Feng Zhibei not to go out after nine o'clock and not to open the door no matter who knocks.

As the strange doll at the door shouted "Bon voyage, Yan Chuxue!", Feng Zhibei was the only one left in the villa.

He sat on the sofa for a full fifteen minutes before getting up, holding the rusty fruit knife in his hand.

Items obtained in the dungeon can also be used outside the dungeon.

Feng Zhibei walked around the entire villa.

The first floor of the villa is the living room and kitchen, and the second floor has many empty rooms.

He originally wanted to see what was in the room on the left side of the second floor, but he didn't expect it to be locked.

The other rooms are similar and have the same structure.

Feng Zhibei looked out from a window on the second floor and saw rows of villas standing in the white fog.

He glanced at the time. It was not yet seven in the evening, and there was still a long time before nine.

The doll at the door seemed to only recognize Yan Chuxue. Feng Zhibei took the villa key and it didn't say a word when passing by.

He walked out carefully and went along Garden Street.

In the Happy University copy, the woman who appeared last lived in a villa not far away.

On the other side, Yan Chuxue was transferring 20,000 points to He Yutong.

After leaving the dungeon, the guy with the bowl cut immediately went to the barber shop and got a new hairstyle. According to him, "Whenever I see a bowl cut, I'm reminded of the miserable experience in the previous dungeon."

He also fell asleep while getting his hair cut and completely missed Feng Zhibei's explanation. Not only that, his new hairstyle was horrible.

Just as He Yutong was about to leave, Yan Chuxue stopped him and said, "Are you interested in joining my guild? Food and accommodation are provided."

He was flattered.

Even though he didn't know Yan Chuxue's name, he knew A-296, one of the three major guilds. This guild was very mysterious, and its members never showed up, keeping a low profile.

But it happens to be ranked first in the guild rankings.

He Yutong almost didn't think twice: "I...I'll join!"

Yan Chuxue nodded, seemingly not surprised.

He sat at his desk and operated for a while. With a ding sound, He Yutong's panel prompted that he had joined the guild.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

The man who used to have a bowl-cut haircut and now has a dog-gnawn haircut is very excited.

Yan Chuxue: "Yes. Come with me to Garden Street later and trick someone into joining the guild."

He Yutong:?

Why, why did he seem to use the word "cheat"?

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone (bow)

I suddenly got conjunctivitis, so I need to take care of my eyes lately... Every time I want to be diligent, something always hinders me (clenched fist)

Congratulations to Xiaoxue for catching a puppy to join the club. The character of Gougiantou is a strong and stupid little earthy dog (so earthy)