Chapter 59, Chapter Six: The Fantasy Mansion

Ninety-one people—that's the current number of survivors in the Green Forest Building; they're all employees of the art team.

"Well... let's review the situation." The team leader of Action Group One swallowed hard and said to his disheveled colleagues in the meeting room, "The intranet is currently available."

The company's system and OA (Office Automation) are available, and the 91 colleagues in the company can communicate with each other using the OA system.

In addition, they couldn't even make a call to the police.

"The accessible areas are the 1st floor and floors 9-13. Floors 13 and above are inaccessible, but the stairwells on floors 2-7 are accessible."

"You can't leave through the main door or the windows; leaving will automatically teleport you back to the lounge."

"Yesterday, 11 people died. All of them died in ways that matched their own unfinished death plans."

"Eight more people became... unconscious."

"Of these eight people, two left work directly yesterday without completing any OA tasks, and six others submitted old images from the past."

"The 11 bodies that died have disappeared today, and the 8 people with dementia are still at the company."

Just then, several message notifications sounded.

Wen Ting looked down and was surprised to see a red message dot appear on the OA icon.

She clicked on it in alarm and found a new notification pinned to the top:

"February 8th: Please submit one character illustration with a death theme by today. Old illustrations are not allowed. Limited to the following characters:..."

The meeting room erupted in gasps and commotion. "A new assignment has been given!" "Don't we have to draw it?!" "We have to hurry, or we'll be in big trouble!" "Will submitting old drawings or not drawing anything drive us crazy?"

"What on earth is going on?!"

"Employee ID!"

Amidst the gasps of surprise and disbelief about OA, someone suddenly shouted, "I've got an employee badge around my neck!"

Wen Ting also discovered it.

At 9:00 AM sharp, not only did the OA system release a new message, but each of them also suddenly had their employee badge appear around their necks.

The sudden appearance of the employee badge was startling, making one instinctively want to remove it.

"Ah!" someone cried out in pain.

The leader of the second character design team clutched his neck with one hand and held his employee badge with the other, his face contorted in pain.

Such cries of pain rang out one after another. Without needing to ask, Wen Ting soon felt the excruciating pain herself.

As she picked up her name tag and tried to take it off, a tearing pain shot through her, as if she were peeling off not the name tag, but the skin on her neck.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Chaochao helped her up with concern. Wen Ting was in so much pain that her vision went white. She clutched her neck and took a long time to recover before she could speak in a trembling voice, "Don't take off your name tag, it hurts."

"Why does it hurt to take off my work badge?" Chaochao wondered, and went to get it without believing it.

She picked half of it and hissed, "It's a little sour, but it doesn't hurt."

"No!" Wen Ting grabbed her hand. "Don't take it off, you might die if you do."

The feeling of having chunks of skin torn off her neck was so terrifying that it instantly reminded Wen Ting of death.

She was startled by Chaochao's rash actions and was busy stopping her before she had time to respond to what Chaochao said: "Aren't you in pain?"

Chaochao was also frightened by her words, "Will I die if I take it off? I don't feel any pain."

"Hiss..." Just as she finished speaking, DD behind her also gasped.

The two looked at him. He was holding the employee badge, clutching the back of his neck, and thought for a moment: "Same as a wisdom tooth."

It's like having a wisdom tooth growing in your neck; it hurts when you remove it, but it's fine when you put it down.

Chaochao's pain wasn't even as bad as her wisdom tooth; it was more like a bruise that only became sensitive when pressed hard.

"Why do people have different feelings?" Chaochao wondered.

She tiptoed to observe the crowd's reaction, then returned to report to Wen Ting: "Sister, it seems the older you get, the more it hurts."

Wen Ting:......

Cathy, who was in excruciating pain next to Wen Ting: ...

Children speak without thinking, and after Chao Chao finished speaking, the adults nearby suddenly returned to their composure as if nothing had happened.

“Actually, it doesn’t hurt that much,” Cathy said, putting down her hand that was rubbing her neck. “It feels like I was snapped on by a rubber band.”

Wen Ting:......

At this point, why bother?

“Not entirely.” DD observed more closely, “The group leader of Group Six, the fourth member of the Animal Team, and Sister Amy don’t seem to be in as much pain.”

Wen Ting looked over and, just as DD had said, there was no sign of pain on the faces of the three people.

Are they any different?

She knew that the head of the sixth character design team was getting married this year, and the groom's family seemed to be quite well-off.

The eldest brother of Dongsi is quite laid-back and easy-going. He is a native of the capital and lives on Junwang Street. It is said that his family owns more than a dozen houses.

Amy...Amy is pregnant, four months along. She's an only child from the local area, and both her family and her husband's family are well-off. After getting married, she bought a Porsche, and she doesn't carry the same handbag twice a month.

Apart from that, none of Wen Ting's wealthy colleagues seemed to be in much pain.

Suffering is not caused by scarcity but by inequality, and Wen Ting became increasingly alarmed.

If in a terrifying alternate world, the rich truly receive preferential treatment over the poor, then with her assets, she would likely face considerable hardship.

A group of people gathered together and discussed for a long time without making any progress. This was no different from any other meeting, full of realism.

Many people are eager to participate, but the tasks posted by the OA system have made them restless and anxious.

The eldest brother of the fourth team ended the pointless meeting first: "Nothing is certain right now. Let's look for ways to leave. If we find anything, let's post it in the group chat. Male colleagues, lend a hand. Let's move the eight colleagues with dementia to the small meeting room first, in case something happens to them."

This is the only way for now.

Wen Ting left with her two team members.

There were many people and the lighting was good, so there was no scary atmosphere.

Chaochao and DD had never seen a corpse before, and the little girl found it exciting and novel: "Sister Windy, do you think we were all transported into some kind of game? OA is our taskbar, and the work badge is our player ID. Once we take off the work badge, it's like canceling our ID, and our existence is erased from the game."

Wen Ting, utterly exhausted, replied, "Yes, that's a very apt description."

DD tilted his head: "Sword Art Online?"

“Yeah!” Chaochao immediately abandoned her perfunctory response to Wenting and started chatting with DD: “So the way to leave is to defeat the final boss?”

Who is the BOSS?

"boss?"

“You’d have to go to the chairman’s office to scan the QR code. The chances of the boss appearing there aren’t very high, and you can’t get to floors above the 13th floor right now,” DD said. “I prefer an abstract BOSS, like the building itself.”

"Ah!" Chaochao suddenly exclaimed.

Wen Ting and DD both looked at her. She clapped her hands and said urgently, "Quick!"

"What?" Wen Ting asked.

"No matter what kind of boss it is, since people will die, we need to grab the weapons quickly!" Chaochao said. "Let's hurry to the action team; they have a lot of props over there!"

She really treated it like a game.

It's wise to have some weapons for self-defense at this time, Wen Ting didn't stop her, "Okay, let's go take a look."

The four sets of actions are the easiest to speak with.

The big brother of the capital city, with his inherent magnanimity and generosity, listened to Chaochao's request and generously showed them his arsenal: "Your group only has three people, two girls and a little kid, so you should take some things for self-defense. Pick one, oh, that row over there won't do, I can't bear to part with it."

"Great!" Chaochao didn't stand on ceremony with him and rushed in like a bandit, saying to him, "Brother, you're so rich, be careful not to be mistaken for a treasure chest and have it opened by someone else."

The fourth brother smiled and said to Wen Ting, "That's great, how can you be so cheerful?"

Wen Ting said helplessly, "They went to bed early yesterday and didn't see anything."

"That's good. Young people have the energy to save the world."

"Hmm, it's up to them." Wen Ting also fantasized for a moment. Maybe Chaochao really is the female lead, DD is her initial partner, and she is the gentle older sister who takes care of the female lead.

According to the established rules, this kind of gentle older sister will most likely have a warm and peaceful happy ending.

...There is also a small chance that they will die, which becomes the motivation for the female protagonist to work hard and improve herself.

However, she lacks both the amazing culinary skills that would impress the female lead and genuine gentleness, making it difficult for her to fulfill the role.

Wen Ting shook her head. Children are so infectious; in such a short time, she had caught it too and forgotten her fear.

"Here, sister, this is for you." Chaochao picked out a samurai sword for Wenting.

Wen Ting took it, and her body immediately shrank by three centimeters.

It was a real steel thing; she couldn't lift a single bit of it.

"It's too heavy." Wen Ting struggled to put the knife back. "I'll take the dagger instead."

"An inch longer, an inch stronger, sis!" Chaochao disagreed. She picked up a spear as tall as a person herself, and DD took an unopened samurai sword.

"I'm afraid I'll be taken down before I even raise the knife," Wen Ting said with a wry smile. "Forget it, this one will do. At least I can carry it."

She took a forearm-length dagger, sealed it in a leather knife pouch, and tied it around her waist.

The heavy metal dagger sank downwards, and the leather belt cinched Wen Ting's waist.

Chaochao exclaimed, "Sister, your waist is so thin! How can you still be so slim after the New Year?"

She gained six pounds during the seven-day Spring Festival holiday, thanks to her mother, aunts, maternal grandparents, and other relatives taking turns feeding her, and she also had to meet up with friends. Wen Ting, however, was thinner than before the holiday.

"How did you manage to resist eating?" Chaochao asked curiously.

Wen Ting lowered her eyes, then laughed and scolded, "Is this the time to say such things? Hurry up and find clues to leave."

They thanked the fourth team and, having acquired some self-defense equipment, continued their search for a way to leave.

The first stop was the first floor.

The electronic screen on the first floor is still scrolling, but instead of showing the champions, it's showing the death pictures submitted by everyone yesterday.

All the death images submitted by everyone were playing on the screen. Wen Ting intuitively felt that this was an important clue, but she couldn't dig out any information for the time being. She might need to collect some other intelligence.

The whole day yielded nothing, the only new information being that the cafeteria was still serving meals as usual.

The two group leaders informed the cafeteria staff about what happened yesterday, but they ignored them and continued cooking, remaining as still as NPCs.

Not knowing where they were or whether the food inside was still edible, the three, who weren't particularly hungry, didn't try it.

Everyone was running around like headless flies. They had very little information and were searching desperately, but they had no idea what they were looking for.

The chat history in the OA group has exceeded 999+, but upon closer inspection, there is not much useful information. Only the pinned notifications keep popping up, reminding them of the tasks they need to complete today.

As the sun began to set, fewer and fewer people were searching outside, and everyone returned to their workstations to complete their OA tasks.

Those who don't submit their manuscripts on time will die;

People who don't draw drafts or use old drawings as substitutes have gone mad.

They dare not take risks easily.

Wen Ting passed by the window in the corridor. Outside was the familiar CBD street, which she had seen day after day for five and a half years. Now, there were no pedestrians or vehicles, and it felt deserted and somewhat unfamiliar.

If you can't leave through the windows on the lower floors, what about the windows on the higher floors?

Gazing at the outside world, Wen Ting absentmindedly touched the glass.

What would happen if I jumped from here?

The moment my fingertips touched the window, before I could even feel the coldness of the glass, a strong force suddenly ripped Wen Ting away.

She turned around in surprise and saw the young man who had grabbed her.

"Director?"

The dim, blood-red sunset cast a shadow over the handsome young man standing in the corridor, his gaze fixed on her with a somber expression.

Wen Ting was surprised, "You're still here?"

They haven't seen each other since they parted ways last night.

Wen Ting knocked on the office door late at night but received no response. She hadn't seen anyone all day and assumed the new director had already left.

Gong Baidie didn't answer her question. His eyelashes trembled, and his indifferent expression softened, a smile appearing on his face. "What are you doing standing by the window?"

"It's nothing," Wen Ting said casually. "I was just spacing out for a while, imagining that I could leave by jumping down."

Gong Baidie smiled and said, "That's too easy."

“That’s true,” Wen Ting sighed, “It’s not that simple.”

"Stop thinking about that, come with me." He turned and walked ahead.

Wen Ting was puzzled.

She thought the new director had made some discovery, but instead he took her to the cafeteria.

“Director,” she quickly said, “we don’t know what’s going on yet, so it’s best not to touch the food here.”

Gong Baidie retorted, "How many days can you survive without eating or drinking?"

Wen Ting was speechless.

She hadn't eaten all day and was experiencing low blood sugar; she felt dizzy when she looked out the window.

Gong Baidie took a tray and started selecting dishes.

Wen Ting was taken aback by his big heart.

With so many people dead, they still insist on three dishes and a soup. The director's mentality is comparable to that of Chaochao. Is the director also a post-05 generation?

She took a closer look at the man's profile. He had a gentle and mature demeanor, but his skin looked like that of someone in their early twenties, and his lips and cheekbones even had a youthful quality.

Wen Ting was shocked once again by this discovery.

How absurd that someone born after 2005 became her big boss, in charge of controlling the art of all of Green Forest's games.

She suddenly understood how Cathy felt when she was with her.

I'm really frustrated.

She shifted her gaze from the young man's wrinkle-free face and looked down at his back, where she was surprised again.

An artist with the physique of a celebrity or model.

After being trapped for a day, this person even changed his clothes.

Wen Ting's impression of the new director was not that of a strong, muscular man. His arms and legs were not thick, and his newly changed pure black British-style suit was slightly loose at the waist, except that his chest and hips were stretched taut.

Her figure is like something out of an anime.

He was still wearing thin black gloves, and his eyes were critical and worried as he looked at the food in the cafeteria, as if there was not a single dish he could eat.

Finally, the esteemed young master of the direct lineage chose his dishes, and Wen Ting casually picked up a bowl of clear soup noodles.

He walked to the dining table, stared at it for a while, then turned his head to look elsewhere.

The young man's restraint was so obvious that Wen Ting instantly understood it.

She quickly put the noodles down, grabbed a tissue, and started wiping the table.

While wiping, she tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's been over ten years, and the grease and grime are a bit hard to clean. I brought some disinfectant wipes; why don't you take them back to your office to eat?"

Gong Baidie frowned. "I didn't ask you to do these things."

He said that, but waited for Wen Ting to finish wiping before sitting down.

Wen Ting only wiped the area where Gong Baidie was, then sat down nonchalantly and started eating noodles with her chopsticks.

Gong Baidie tilted her head and stared at her for a while before suddenly speaking: "Wen Ting, do you often serve people like this?"

Wen Ting was taken aback by the word "serve".

Has he just returned from abroad? His word choices are always so outrageous, even calling a "stepping stone" instead of a "door opener".

She smiled and said, "I have a younger brother and sister at home, and I often mentor new employees at the company, so I'm used to it. Some of the younger ones don't know where to throw their trash or how to peel food with shells when they first come here."

As she spoke, she changed the subject, "By the way, Director, how old are you this year?"

Gong Baidie paused for a moment, then said, "Twenty-three."

He didn't say he was seven years old after all; he chose the age she set.

He doesn't like this age.

"Oh my, so young." Wen Ting covered her mouth. "It's so wonderful, so enviable. At this age, you're full of energy for everything."

She's actually a year younger than Chaochao. That's terrifying.

Gong Baidie's lips curled into a sneer, "Men and women are different. A man of this age is already at the end of his road."

Wen Ting was both amused and exasperated: "What are you talking about? At this age, life has only just begun."

She should have taken this opportunity to get closer to him and ask about his relationship, but things were different now. Wen Ting sighed, "Alas, it's really unfortunate that such a strange thing happened on your first day in office, and we couldn't even prepare a welcome party."

Gong Baidie took a bite of the dish.

Put down your chopsticks.

He heard her ask, "By the way, where's your employee ID?"

It was only then that Wen Ting realized that the director hadn't been given a name tag.

“I don’t have a work badge,” Gong Baidie said.

"By the way, you just arrived, the administration hasn't made the name tags yet, has it?" Wen Ting picked up her name tag to show him. "Today at nine o'clock, I don't know why everyone was wearing name tags, and we can't take them off. It hurts so much when we try to take them off."

"Then don't pick them."

“However,” he added slowly, a strange smile playing on his lips, “nothing will happen if you take it off.”

Wen Ting looked at him inquisitively, "Why do you say that?"

He didn't answer again, stood up, and left the food he had only touched on his seat. "Wen Ting, if it's convenient for you, come to my office tomorrow morning."

He left just like that, leaving Wen Ting completely bewildered, not knowing why he had brought her to the cafeteria.

The day yielded almost nothing.

After a quick meal, she and two team members drew a picture of a death scene and submitted it to the OA (Office Automation) system. Hoping for a lucky break, they went to the gate a few more times to try and leave.

Nothing changed; as soon as I stepped out of the gate, I was teleported back to the lounge.

But after returning to the break room, the name tag around her neck disappeared.

They had tried leaving during the day, and back then, after being teleported back to the break room, their name tags were still hanging around their necks, but now they're gone.

Does it have anything to do with time?

It wasn't safe for Wen Ting to be alone in a room, so she thought of inviting a few girls to share a room and entrusting DD to her male colleagues.

She opened the door to the lounge, and the lights in the hallway flickered a few times.

The next moment, the brightly lit floor was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, only the bedside lamp in the room behind me and the safety sign at the end of the corridor were still faintly lit.

Wen Ting was startled and grabbed her phone, running towards Chaochao's lounge.

"Chao Chao, Chao Chao?" She knocked gently on the door, but there was no response.

Wen Ting went to knock on Cathy's door again.

She knocked on more than a dozen doors, but no one responded.

Looking down at her phone, Wen Ting bit her lip, forced back into her room by the deathly darkness, and dared not go out for the time being.

The power outlets in the room were working, so I could charge my phone.

By the light of the bedside lamp, Wen Ting jotted down her scattered discoveries from the past two days in her memo:

2/7

1. The death toll is 11 (list below: ...)

The number of people with dementia is 8 (list below: ...).

91 people survived (list below: ...)

Remembering Gong Baidie whom she had met that evening, she added the words "Director Gong" to her name again.

The number 91 of the survivors was changed to 92.

2. Failure to complete OA tasks on time will result in death (the manner of death will be the same as your own artwork, and the corpse will disappear the next day).

3. Refusing to complete or failing to complete OA tasks will result in loss of mental status (8 people with dementia are housed in a small conference room on the 10th floor).

4. External communication and network are unavailable, and you cannot leave through the main door and first-floor windows, so you will return to the lounge.

5. Currently accessible areas are the 1st floor, floors 9-13, and the stairwells on floors 2-13.

2/8

1. Obtained a dagger

2. I ate a bowl of noodles from the cafeteria, and I'm fine for now.

3. The company has electricity 24/7, except for power outages from 00:00 to 07:00, during which only refrigerators, water heaters, safety signs, elevators, and computers will be available (to be added later).

At 4:09 AM, a new task will be released in the OA system. A name tag will appear around your neck (trying to remove it will be painful, and the degree of pain varies from person to person) (The newly arrived director does not have a name tag).

5. After leaving the company and returning to the break room at night, my employee ID card automatically disappeared, and I lost contact with everyone else.

As Wen Ting wrote, she suddenly felt that this mode was a bit like a rule-based fantasy, with no monsters appearing but many rules.

If it's a rule-based supernatural tale, then following the correct rules will ensure survival; killing the supernatural lord or destroying contaminants or similar items will allow you to leave... No, that idea is too arbitrary.

It's still uncertain whether it's a supernatural tale or not, and it's even less certain that this supernatural tale is the same as the supernatural tales she knows.

Looking at the notes in her memo, Wen Ting couldn't help but feel depressed.

What kind of situation is this?

So ghosts and gods really exist in the world. Logically, there should also be an anti-ghost and god faction. Otherwise, the combat power data would be too unbalanced between pure humans and ghosts and gods.

Or perhaps it's a selection process?

For example, humans may develop superpowers in the process of fighting against the supernatural.

Therefore, this ghost story is likely a copy created to unleash human potential.

If it's a benevolent plan, the humans eliminated during the selection process won't die, but will wake up in reality... But what if it's a malicious plan, or it really is a Sword Art Online mode where dying in the game means you really die in reality?

She wrote down many random guesses, without any factual basis, relying entirely on imagination.

The unknown cannot be deduced, but some dangers can be predicted.

Everyone is still united and friendly now, but what if we can't get out...?

Wen Ting circled two keywords in her memo:

Resources, violence

Logically, food is finite, and the longer they are trapped, the fewer food resources they will have.

It's strange that the cafeteria continues to provide so much food despite what happened.

Just in case, we should try to hide some food, and if there is any medicine, we should hide some as well.

Another thing that worries Wen Ting is violence within humanity.

They were out of contact with the outside world; in other words, they were trapped in a place without law and order.

A few months would be fine, but the fear is that if it goes on for too long and there's no hope of getting out, the crowd will likely riot, leading to all sorts of crimes.

Wen Ting unconsciously wrote down the word "man".

She quickly crossed it out and changed it to "elder brother".

First, she needs to win over Chaochao and DD. These are two safe options; she understands their personalities, and they are used to being led by her.

With two young people now in the picture, we need to hurry up and find a reliable organization to rely on.

But when things really come to a standstill, what can she contribute to the small group? Why would they take her in?

Putting aside her pessimistic daydreams for the moment, Wen Ting set her sights on the eldest brother of Action Team Four.

At least for now, he's the most generous and righteous older brother in the company, and she wants to try to join them.

The memo no longer contains any analysis of ghost stories; this page is filled with malicious speculation and defensive resistance against humanity.

Wen Ting felt a little ashamed. While everyone else was looking for ways to leave, she was already thinking about how to guard against her colleagues.

But she's neither a fighter nor exceptionally intelligent.

Wen Ting never had many choices. If she didn't make a decision early and missed the first opportunity, she wouldn't have the chance to do it again.

Having finished writing, she didn't have the courage to venture into the strange building alone at night, so she decided to go to sleep.

Once I've had enough rest, the first thing I'll do tomorrow is get some food.

Oh, by the way, the director asked her to come to his office this morning.

What does he want to do?

The arrival of the new director left Wen Ting somewhat confused.

His personality, his background, everything about him was suspicious, and in addition, she sensed something ambiguous.

The director treated her somewhat differently.

This was by no means wishful thinking on her part; this "special" feeling might not necessarily be affection, but rather a kind of unspeakable repression.

Every time she interacted with the director, she felt inexplicably pressured, but the director was always polite and never did anything out of line.

The more Wen Ting thought about it, the more complicated things became. Lying in bed, she checked her alarm for the next day, turned off the screen, and saw the chibi character in the lower right corner.

Is the game "Desktop Lovers" still running? Or is the time flow here different from the outside world?

The internet connection was down, so the game shouldn't be running, but the chibi-style characters were still blinking and breathing.

Perhaps it's from previous caching and doesn't require a network connection.

Wen Ting opened the app idly and suddenly noticed that the UI had changed!

All those flashy recharge ads were gone, and the interface was so clean that she felt uncomfortable.

She nudged the waist of the handsome man lying on the couch, and he turned around and smiled at her: "My lady, you're back."

The UI has changed, but the interaction is still the same old thing, nothing different.

Wen Ting sighed and casually gave him the daily free love gift box.

She turned off her phone; she wasn't in the mood to play games.

Go to sleep. If you're lucky, when you wake up, the world will be back to normal.

She closed her eyes, and after a while she felt a slight itch on her waist, as if something had scratched it.

Wen Ting scratched her head, remembering that the company's washing machine was very dirty.

People are dying, so there's no room for being picky about hygiene.

She fell asleep with a heavy heart.

The bedside lamp was shining quietly.

In the dimly lit single lounge, a few wisps of dark red smoke drifted down.

In an instant, the tobacco shreds condensed and transformed into a human shape.

A man in a suit stood by the bed, looking down at Wen Ting on the bed.

The dim light shone in his face, but his shadow covered the bed in front of him, stretching out long and sinister.

He stood still, gazing down at the woman on the bed for a long time.

Wen Ting...

This is Wen Ting, the woman who sleeps in a cramped, cheap, and dirty room. She is the one who created him, used him, abandoned him, and drained him dry before throwing him into hell.

Heh, hehe...

How amazing.

Gong Baidie held a tablet and flipped through the submitted death images to find Wen Ting's submission of Yun Heli's death on February 7th.

Even Gong Baidie found it disgusting to touch that picture through her gloves.

He loosely clenched his fist, pulled the image from the tablet, squeezed it into his palm, and crushed it into powder.

As the dust condensed into smoke, he raised his hand to guide it, and the wisp of murky black smoke followed the direction of his index finger into Wen Ting's body.

He didn't leave; he stood by the bed, as if waiting.

Soon, Wen Ting on the bed began to frown. She tossed and turned restlessly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her lips.

Gong Baidie's chest heaved violently a few times, and the itch on her waist spread out in a fine, dense pattern. The lingering sensation felt like the mouthparts of insects gnawing at her skin and nerves.

The butterfly pattern hidden beneath his skin was congested and scarlet, and his phoenix eyes held a venomous smile.

He gave her a chance, and even reminded her not to forget her original intentions.

She, however, wanted to use the pen he had ground from his rib to depict other characters, speaking softly that they were her first protagonists, her starting point, and the meaning of her life.

Suppressing her excited panting, Gong Baidie watched Wen Ting struggle miserably in her nightmare.

Wen Ting——

He truly hated her, absolutely hated her.

One strange tale was not enough to soothe his hatred.

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Author's Note: Wen Ting: Wait a minute, this is a strange rule story. The BOSS appeared before any rules were even mentioned. Is that reasonable?

Lu Qi: That's normal. The BOSS appeared before the ghost stories even started.