Chapter 129 Directorate and Officials [VIP]

The player is having a headache facing the group of students who are making slow progress.

These NPCs' comprehension seemed to be locked in place. No matter how she disassembled the principles or simulated the flow of energy, they were stuck at the most basic stage of spell power multiplication.

Is this principle really that hard to understand? It shouldn't be that way. Didn't the NPC who left already understand it? It makes no sense that others wouldn't be able to learn it.

The players were filled with frustration, and they wanted to help them weld the magic power circuit into multiplication mode.

Just then, the teacher NPC walked over with a serious expression.

He glanced at the students on the training ground, who were in a state of panic. Then he looked at the player, his expression showing a reluctance but a necessary response. "Player, the General Manager's Office... wants you to come over."

The player didn't even raise his head, his attention still on trying to guide the witch's stubborn curse power.

"No." The player refused bluntly.

What kind of directorate department is this? Could it be more important than her teaching students how to complete their missions? Lin Chen chuckled inwardly, a bunch of background NPCs he had never heard of, what was there to make a name for himself?

The teacher's tone grew graver. "It's not just the Directorate... People from the official government are here too. They're all waiting for you."

Players are still lacking interest.

Official government? It sounds like an organization that will issue a bunch of boring errands. If you encounter the bad ones, they will exploit the players to death and let her do all the hard work.

Lin Chen curled his lips and was about to refuse again.

The strange fringe stopped his slow-moving practice and advised, "Xiao Lin, matters with higher-ups and officials...are usually more important. You should go meet them."

He glanced at his companions and said, "We will practice on our own initiative here."

Dead Fish Eyes added lazily, "Well, I'll help keep an eye on them and make sure they don't slack off."

Although she herself was the one who seemed to be the laziest.

Lin Shen was about to retort that teaching you was the most important thing right now, but a system prompt suddenly popped up:

[Summons from the authorities]

[Description: You don't know what's going on, but the Director's Council and the authorities seem to have reached some unrelated consensus. Rather than getting caught up in some unclear events later, it's better to go see what they're up to now.]

[Objective: Go to the designated location to meet with the Directorate General and official representatives.]

Got a mission? That's a completely different story! Exploring unknown events and uncovering the NPCs' sinister plots is, of course, your responsibility as a player!

It's only natural to search for supplies and props along the way.

The player immediately became excited, and the impatience just now disappeared in an instant. The teaching tasks could be put aside and exploring unknown events took priority!

Her attitude swiftly changed, and she decisively abandoned these idiot students. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Alright! Since there's a mission... well, since the authorities have cordially invited me, I'll go check it out! You all should practice well! Don't slack off!"

Lin Chen decided to adopt a free-range policy towards them and nodded to the teacher NPC, "Lead the way."

She followed the teacher NPC out, but soon felt that the pace was too slow and directly asked for the specific coordinates of the location.

After getting the answer, the player said nothing, raised his hand and opened the [Teleport] channel, and instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving the teacher NPC, who had not yet had time to explain the precautions, alone with a complicated expression on his face at the suddenly empty space in front of him.

The player was directly teleported to the designated location of the mission - a dimly lit hall with a deliberately depressing atmosphere.

This place was obviously specially decorated, with several tall screens placed around it, which could completely block the figures of hundreds of people, creating an atmosphere of deliberate mystery.

At the head of the table sat an elderly man in a traditional kimono, his face wrinkled, his eyes sinister, and his air of stale old age (the player immediately labeled him "Old Man Number One"). He sat side by side with a middle-aged man in a suit who looked like an elite (labeled "Elite Man"). Next to the Elite Man stood a secretary clutching documents and a sharp-eyed guard.

The player didn't bother to pay attention to the mysterious arrangement and walked directly to the center of the hall. He raised his head (children's size was really troublesome) and asked directly, "What do you want from me?"

Her sudden appearance and straightforward questioning made the surroundings quiet for a moment.

Immediately, a burst of suppressed whispers came from behind the screen. The player's superb hearing could clearly pick up those whispers:

"Is the technique spatial?"

"I can't confirm it yet. After all, she has demonstrated similar abilities before..."

"She really has cursed power!"

"Unbelievable... I originally thought she was Heaven and Curse..."

At this moment, the old man named Deng No. 1 at the top coughed, and the sound behind the screen immediately disappeared.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the player with a condescending look, almost like almsgiving. The moment he spoke, he exuded a strong, unpleasant, aging arrogance. "Player, in view of the special abilities you have demonstrated, the Directorate has discussed and is willing to give you a chance to make amends for the mess you caused earlier. You must work for us unconditionally. It will be your honor, understand?"

Where did this old Deng come from? He looked like he had just crawled out of a coffin hundreds of years ago. Hey, old man, just get out of here and consign her to the dregs of history, okay? How dare he point fingers here?

Shaking his head, as if he felt his companion's words were too harsh, he took over the conversation, his tone much softer, "Please speak with more respect. Player is friendly and has helped us solve a lot of problems."

Player: Oh, is there? Why don't I remember?

, then turned to the player and gave him a sincere and gentle smile, "Ms. Player, please don't mind his offense. Our attitude is very friendly. Of course, after careful consideration, we are officially representing you and have prepared a very generous cooperation offer for you. You will definitely not refuse it."

Players felt even more annoyed when they heard these seemingly polite words that were actually full of moral kidnapping and CPU suspicion.

[Insight] obviously hates these people too, and doesn't even bother to reveal their real names.

【Laodeng No. 1】

Status: Extremely arrogant, despises players, viewing them as mere tools to be exploited, and plans to strictly control and exploit them for all their value. Inwardly, he covets unknown techniques.

【Elite Man】

Status: Appears friendly, but is actually calculating. Skilled in rhetoric and manipulation, they attempt to coerce their targets into submission through tying interests and exerting moral pressure. Players are considered risky and require careful control.

[NPC A behind the screen]

[Status: High above, commenting on the player's value, believing their abilities are worth acquiring.]

【NPC B behind the screen】

[Status: Not taking it seriously, believing the player reports are exaggerated.]

[NPC C behind the screen]

[Status: Filled with greed, I'm already making detailed plans on how to maximize player value.]

【NPC D behind the screen】

[Status: Relatively lucid, sensing the player is in extreme danger, and strongly desires to eliminate them immediately while they are off guard.]

【Guard】

[Status: Alert, muscles tense, ready to attack at any time, considers the player to be highly threatening.]

【secretary】

[Status: Nervous, recording, trying to analyze player behavior patterns.]

In short: Everyone in this room, whether behind the screen or on the stage, is filled with ill intentions. Condescending comments, careless disdain, greedy plans for exploitation, a thirst for power, and even a cold, murderous desire to eliminate her immediately...

Tsk.

The players expressed their undisguised disgust, saying that this group of people were rotten from the inside out.

The player was too lazy to listen to their nonsense anymore, and she didn't even want to know what the specific conditions were.

The best response to a group of NPCs who had malicious intentions from the beginning and tried to control her was—

The player raised his hand, without even aiming at anyone, and activated [Vector Manipulation] directly.

Instantly, everyone in the hall—the one behind the screen, the old man on the stage, the elite men, the secretaries, the guards—was suddenly pulled away from their positions as if by an invisible giant hand, their limbs rigidly fixed in the air, and then spun uncontrollably at high speed! It was like being stuffed into a giant, transparent washing machine.

“Waaaaaaaaa——!”

"What's going on?!"

"Put me down!"

"Help--!"

Screams, roars, and the terrified pleas for mercy from the obviously much younger elite man instantly filled the hall: "We can talk it over! We can talk again! Please! I'm willing to do anything! Let me go!"

The player stared at this chaotic scene expressionlessly, still filled with confusion:

Where on earth did they get the confidence to speak to her like that? Players even wondered if the technology used to preserve abortions years ago had advanced enough to be able to save a brainless old man like this one.

At this moment, a group of people in uniform, obviously responsible for security, broke in!

They were stunned by the surreal scene in the hall, but quickly reacted, raised their weapons and pointed them at the players, shouting, "Stop what you're doing right now! Let them go! Or we'll shoot!"

The player leisurely raised his other hand towards the group of new NPCs.

Soon, the scene became even more bizarre:

With one hand, the player controlled the large group of people in the hall to continue rotating up and down, and with the other hand, he controlled the newly entered guards to fly left and right, like a group of puppets pulled by invisible cables.

She even thoughtfully used vector manipulation to fix everyone's joints, making it impossible for them to make any effective movements. They could only desperately follow everyone in spinning and flying, experiencing this free, mandatory aerial acrobatics.

——

Yuichiro Ito, Deputy Chief Cabinet Secretary, is experiencing the most absurd and terrifying scene in his life.

He seemed to be caught by an invisible giant hand, and was helplessly manipulated by the Player in the air to imitate the clothes in the washing machine for who knows how many times.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain. Elder Ghana, who was once so high and mighty, was now like a rag doll, gasping weakly.

If I had known earlier, I would never have accepted this task!

Not long ago, the legendary "Player" suddenly appeared in the guise of a young boy, standing casually in the center of the hall. He and the director general, Elder Garner, who was standing beside him, exchanged glances, and tacitly began to play the good cop, applying pressure, while the bad cop offered bribes.

This is their usual tactic, and it is often effective against those folk eccentrics who have great power but lack social experience.

But [Player] seemed unmoved, and even showed obvious disgust on that expressionless little face.

Ito's heart trembled, realizing the error of his strategy. He was about to give the secretary next to him a look, preparing to change to a softer and more subtle approach...

Before he could even open his mouth, an unmatched force instantly seized upon him! He was lifted off the ground uncontrollably, floating into the air!

He tried to struggle, but found that he couldn't move even a finger. A huge fear instantly overwhelmed him.

What kind of power is this?! Spatial restraint? No! My body feels more like it's being completely controlled by countless invisible threads!

He watched Elder Ghana beside him, the giant in the world of curse who was usually so high and mighty that even the Prime Minister had to give way to him. But now, like an old turtle caught by an invisible giant hand, his limbs were flailing around in the air in a funny way, his face full of shock, anger and fear.

Then, the spinning began.

The world spun, his stomach churned. He could hear the terrified screams of the elders and the wails of his colleagues behind the screens. Ito wanted to scream, but his professionalism (or perhaps fear) held his teeth tight.

He tried hard to squeeze out words of begging for mercy, but his voice was intermittent due to the high speed of spinning and extreme fear: "Yes, there is something we can discuss... We can talk about it again... Please... I'm willing to do anything... Let me go..."

When the guards rushed in, Ito felt a faint hope in his heart - these were carefully selected people who were good at dealing with special events! Perhaps...

But this glimmer of hope didn't even last for a second, as God of Luck was clearly not on his side.

He saw [Player] simply casually raised his other hand, and those elite guards were swept up into the sky like fallen leaves in a strong wind without any resistance, joining the terrible chaos in the air and colliding with others.

Despair, complete despair enveloped Ito Yuichiro.

He finally understood that what they were facing was not a person with special abilities or a sorcerer who could be used, but a monster that was completely beyond common sense and possessed incredible power...

All their calculations, plans, and gestures are probably more ridiculous than a farce in the eyes of the other party.

His only thought now was: regret, immense regret... Why had he gotten involved in this mess? Why had he dared to try to control such a being?

The player felt much more relaxed as he looked at the pot of "human meat dumplings" spinning and dancing in front of him.

She began to think: Should she just throw them all out, or dig a hole somewhere to bury them in order to comply with garbage disposal regulations?

"What an incredible scene!" A familiar NPC's voice came from behind. "I thought he was coming to save the day, but I ended up watching a good show instead."

The sound of mobile phones snapping photos has been heard since the person came in. "Wu, this is too rude. At least don't take pictures so openly."

It seemed like another NPC's helpless whispered reminder.

"It's okay, it's okay. They don't have time to care about us now." The NPC said excitedly.

"Oh, that's terrible. I hope you don't call me to treat it later."

The player turned around and waved at her with his dead fish eyes, his expression indifferent. "Hi, I came to play with you."

"Next time there's an event like this, please invite us, okay? I've been annoyed with them for a long time." Noise Monster took selfies with the performers who were performing aerial acrobatics and enthusiastically invited others to join in.

Dead Fish Eyes perfunctorily used his right hand to block his face with a "V" sign. "It's just right for me to use it as a test subject for practice. Kill two birds with one stone."

Weird bangs only revealed the side of his face to the camera, but he still cooperated by making a "yeah" gesture with his left hand. He asked quietly, "So what exactly did we call you here for? We thought we were going to trap you and kill you."

"It's pretty much the same, actually." The player happily gave a "V" sign with both hands and answered sincerely.

Right, someone wants to seduce her, someone wants to kill her, isn't that just a trap? There's nothing wrong with it.