I Sell Lunch Boxes in the Survival Game

A crazy pervert × cold-hearted but warm-hearted little naive.

Transmigrated to the interstellar era, Ming Mei chose a job where she could lie down with her eyes closed to live a peaceful lif...

Chapter 503 Inner Demons

"If she had asked me earlier, I wouldn't know how to bring it up. You know, I've already given all those detailed memories to the person in the game."

When Yan Hui saw Mu Chen after his "release from prison," he saw that Mu Chen was barely holding on to get through it all, and his mental and psychological state was extremely depressed. Yan Hui was afraid that Mu Chen would die as soon as he got out.

Therefore, Yan Hui and the main AI used certain technologies to specifically remove all of his negative emotions in the game, which naturally also randomly removed some of his memories.

Some past memories that once drove him mad.

Yan Hui even "made use of waste," sorting out his negative emotions and memories, and then designing a game for them.

However, before the game was even released, this NPC carrying Mu Chen's emotional memories had already awakened.

That's outrageous!

Yan Hui hadn't understood why the Zerg had awakened ahead of schedule, but now he knew it was all the Zerg's doing.

Fortunately, Yan Hui has kept that game world firmly under control and it is not open to the public.

"Anyway, once Meimei goes in, she'll definitely find out what you did in the past. Your goals are different from Meimei's. Not only do you need to find out about the Zerg, but you also need to keep 'yourself' under control, understand?"

When Yan Hui spoke to Mu Chen, he didn't beat around the bush or try to persuade him. He knew that if Mu Chen didn't do a good job, his wife would run away.

"Of course I know."

After turning off the video, Mu Chen stood on the balcony, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. He looked up at the star trails, which were completely different from those in that world, and smiled softly. He took out a tortoise shell from his personal spatial storage, from which three copper coins fell out at random.

"Hmm, it doesn't seem like a good omen."