IX. Password

Like Pi Min, everyone in the forum was at a loss.

"A Koi Fish": "There's no hint at all, who knows what the password is? If all else fails, we'll just have to let the system recycle everything, like 'vomiting up the nutrient solution'."

"*** is my brother": "No, even if I smash the supply pod, I will never choose to recover it as a whole! I'll find a sledgehammer and try smashing it first."

"A lucky koi": "Waiting for good news from upstairs."

"Stay home for ten thousand years": "Don't be naive. You think you can just smash open such high-tech stuff? What about us who can only watch the supply pods float away?"

"A lucky koi": "Trying it won't hurt you."

Over the next few hours, players who successfully captured the supply pods came back to report their results.

Unfortunately, the result was not very optimistic.

"I couldn't break it with a hammer. I tried for ages and it didn't even leave a scratch, let alone a dent."

"I tried pouring corrosive liquid on it, and the floor burned through, but the supply compartment didn't even lose a layer of paint."

"I strongly suspect this thing has an energy shield; it's impossible to open, absolutely impossible!"

"This is outrageous! It's incredibly outrageous! Something with an energy shield was recycled by the system for 1000 points."

"It seems we can only rely on a password. The question now is, what is the password?"

...

Someone suggested that we try exhaustive search first.

Then, the forum was filled with the wailing and howling of the unlucky guy once again.

“I’m really not unlucky”: “No, I can’t just try random passwords. The system will automatically lock after three wrong attempts. Ugh, I worked my butt off to capture this supply pod, and now I can only let the system reclaim it entirely.”

"Stay-at-home for ten thousand years": "Hey, no, you unlucky guy, you actually captured a supply pod without saying a word."

“I’m really not unlucky”: “What’s the use? I can only exchange it for 1000 points.”

And so, the familiar formation reappeared.

"Thanks to the Warriors for clearing the way!"

"Thanks to the Warriors for clearing the way!"

"Thanks to the Warriors for clearing the way!"

...

The forum was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Looking at Brother Bad Luck's nickname, Pi Min couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, people tend to emphasize what they lack most."

Pi Min was standing in front of the supply pod, fiddling with its egg-shaped silver shell, hoping to bring up any pop-up windows other than the password input box, when suddenly a pair of hands reached out from behind and pulled her into an embrace.

It wasn't until she caught a whiff of the man's familiar scent that she suddenly realized there was another person in the room.

The thought that he wouldn't even tell her his name made her furious, and she stomped hard on the man's toes. "Get lost! I'm busy!" she snapped.

The man, who had already been given a good beating by her, let out a miserable scream, clutching his toe and wincing in pain.

Knowing she was still upset about her name, the man quickly explained, "It's not that I don't want to tell you my name, it's just that it's really impossible."

Pi Min just sneered.

The last man she encountered, whose name she couldn't mention, was Voldemort from Harry Potter. Thinking of that noseless man, her gaze towards the man before her became even more indescribable.

Since he had said so, she crossed her arms and waited patiently for the man in front of her to come up with something new.

After rubbing his toes and sitting on the sofa for a while, the man finally said vaguely, "My real name will bring disaster."

Pi Min couldn't help but chuckle, but just stood there glaring coldly at him.

The man frowned, and after a long pause, he spoke again: "To give an example, the launch of an ultimate weapon requires a key, and my name is that key."

Pi Min was startled and immediately raised his voice: "What did you say? You set your own name as the key to the ultimate weapon?"

The man hurriedly waved his hands, firmly denying it: "No, no, no, it's not me, I didn't! This is just a simple analogy. You just need to know that for some unspeakable reason, my name brings disaster."

The man spoke with a serious expression, showing no sign of joking.

Pi Min then suddenly realized that the guy in front of him was indeed quite strange.

When they were in the dungeon, she never asked him his name, and he never introduced himself, as if his name was something unimportant.

However, not having a name doesn't affect his life at all. Outsiders call him the End Producer, and since he's the only End Producer on Earth, there's no need to worry about calling him by the wrong name.

During the time they were together, it was just the two of them at home, and the term she used most often was "you".

Come here, go away, eat your food, you're so good...

It was smooth and natural; apart from not treating the other person as an equal, it was perfectly fine.

Seeing Pi Min's serious expression, the man immediately probed cautiously, "If you really don't know how to address me, you can give me a nickname. I won't just make up a fake name to fool you; I'll leave the naming rights to you."

Such a good thing?

Pi Min, who was still full of anger, perked up immediately upon hearing this: "You said it yourself!"

"Yes, I said it." The man nodded solemnly, staring intently at Pi Min with an expectant look on his face, somewhat like a child waiting for candy from his kindergarten teacher.

After pondering for a long time, Pi Min suddenly smiled and said, "Since you are a cow cat, I'll call you Mimi, little Mimi."

"That's enough!" The man's smile vanished instantly, and he wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.

Seeing his strong reaction, Pi Min's smile became even brighter: "Don't you think it's cute? Kittens should be called Mimi."

I don't think it's cute, but it's not unacceptable either.

The man's answer made Pi Min's eyes widen suddenly. She only wanted to tease him, but she didn't expect him to actually admit it.

How can the sovereign, the ruler of the earth, have such low moral standards? Are you really not going to struggle or resist anymore?

So she tentatively called out again, "Mimi."

"Um."

Although he had a dark expression and looked very unwilling, he actually agreed.

In that instant, the anger she felt earlier because he refused to give his name vanished in an instant. At that moment, Pi Min found the man in front of her adorable.

Help! How can someone be so cute?

It must be fake. There must be some mistake. The man in front of me could never be that cold-blooded, ruthless progenitor who drove out all of humanity.

A lifetime prolificate holder?!

Pi Min looked at the smooth, perfectly sealed supply compartment in front of her, then at the man not far away, his cheeks slightly flushed, head bowed, avoiding her gaze. Suddenly, she lunged forward and grabbed the man by the collar.

She was really stupid just now. She went to great lengths to find the supply compartment code. If she wanted to know the code, she could have just asked the man in front of her.

"Tell me, what's the code for the supply compartment?"

The sudden movement startled the man. A look of confusion appeared on his face. After a moment of stunned silence, he shook his head and replied, "I don't know."

Pi Min tightened his grip and continued to press, "Don't you have administrator privileges for this game? How could you not know?"

Unfortunately, the man's answer disappointed her once again: "I am not involved in the specific planning of the game. I didn't expect this game to be so cruel, even the supply pods are coded."

Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, Pi Min could only reluctantly let go.

"There wasn't a single hint! This damn game is trying to kill all of humanity!"

However, to her surprise, as soon as she finished speaking, the game's global broadcast suddenly rang in her ears.

Here's a hint: the code for the supply pod is someone's ex-girlfriend's birthday.

Someone's ex-girlfriend's birthday?

I recognize these words individually, but how come they seem so absurd when put together?

Considering the performance someone gave before the game started, it's really hard to guess who this "someone" is.

"Fine, very well! This damn game isn't trying to kill everyone, it's trying to kill me!" Realizing what the broadcast was about, Pi Min chuckled to herself; it turned out this game was aimed at her.

She found it absurd, ridiculous, and outrageous, and even laughed out loud, but the man in front of her reacted even more strongly.

He gasped, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Damn it!" he cursed, suddenly grabbing Pi Min's hand and speaking with unprecedented seriousness, "Leave the game with me, now, immediately!"

In a mere instant, a fine layer of cold sweat had even appeared on the man's forehead.

Pi Min had never seen him so out of control, and was momentarily stunned.

As expected, the forum exploded with the news.

"Is this game crazy, giving out questions that only one in billions of people knows the answer to?"

"Hahahaha, so we commoners have become part of someone's play, right?"

"They banished all of humanity just so the entire universe could witness their earth-shattering love, wow!"

"This display of affection has smoothed out all the wrinkles in my brain."

Who exactly is the ex-girlfriend of the "final producer"? Does anyone know her?

Human beings are indeed like broken record machines; after the initial excitement, the once chaotic forum was suddenly flooded with the same sentence.

"Ex-girlfriend, come out here! Please tell us the password!"

"Ex-girlfriend, come out here! Please tell us the password!"

"Ex-girlfriend, come out here! Please tell us the password!"

...

Regardless of whether they successfully captured the supply pod, everyone tacitly began sending the same message. The formation was neat, orderly, and stretched as far as the eye could see.

At first glance, the entire forum seemed to have frozen in time, with only the ever-increasing number of posts telling everyone that there were actually so many people talking.

It was just a forum interface, but Pi Min felt as if countless faces appeared before her eyes—some angry, some calm, some mocking… These people had different appearances and expressions, yet they were all shouting at her to step forward.

Her heart began to pound wildly, and she felt dizzy. She clenched her fists to barely keep from being overwhelmed by the spinning sensation.

She took a deep breath, stared intently at the constantly refreshing page in front of her, remained silent for a long time, and finally steeled herself and reached out to the posting interface.

Unfortunately, before I could even touch the page, my fingers were gripped tightly by a pair of warm and strong hands.

"Don't answer! Don't answer! Don't answer!"

She looked up and saw a pale-faced man shaking his head frantically at her.

"Let me tell you, the developer of this game, Fantasy Star Technology, is an entertainment company. What they care about is traffic and revenue, not the lives of Earthlings. They're just creating hype to attract viewers; they won't actually cause the extinction of all humanity! Jumping out to answer is just falling into their trap."