Chapter 100 Hell Community

[Invasion progress 68%]

Boss Cai was content to admire his achievements in the hell. He was the only one here now, and the guys who came out of the punishment area were driven out and wandered around the 18 floors.

There is no time safer for ghosts than now. All the forces of hell have been isolated in special places. Now is their free hunting time.

The bottom layer that even the red moonlight cannot penetrate.

Black lines piled up under my feet, like blood vessels pumping out tubes of energy.

What a pleasant and wonderful taste. This is the power that can easily decide the life and death of hundreds of players, and the power that can frighten countless ghosts wandering in hell.

"Did that damn crow think that this day would come when he rejected my proposal at the Mist Meeting?"

The display screen was full of smiling characters, dancing happily in circles like viruses.

Boss Cai recalled a long time ago when the Infinite Highway would occasionally convene one or two gatherings. The dungeon bosses at that time had not completely abandoned their humanity and would always quarrel over topics that sounded ridiculous.

Since an accident, there has been no party since then. Otherwise, if there is a next time, he will definitely ridicule those self-righteous guys.

Copies are just a business. What is the point of so-called screening, testing, and even a rating system like hell that has been created with so much effort?

Anyway, everyone knows that the door to reality will never open.

They are NPCs and managers, not nannies who help players to overcome their emotional problems and upgrade their skills.

"This kind of hell is better turned into my raw material base, producing more items to sell. A steady stream of players and soul coins to trade with is better than practicing with all my effort."

White, red, black, and what colors are above that, Boss Cai doesn’t know, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to have the biggest fist.

Although he was heartbroken to lose his position as a shareholder of Hearse Entertainment, if he could get a Hell Community, he would make double the money back.

"That damn guy Mike Feng, who never touches other copies, actually wants to get involved this time. It seems that there is indeed a problem in Hell. Such a big cake, anyone who sees it will be tempted."

Boss Cai took a deep breath of the energy coming from the wires and felt that he was only one step away from success.

The Lord of Hell's strength has not recovered to the level where he can fight against him, otherwise, with that kid's temper, he should have jumped out by now.

There is also good news from Jin Daya. It won't take long to succeed. As long as we can conquer hell, this vacation, which has not been smooth, will not be in vain.

A wanton smiling face character appeared on the color display, looking like it was in a very good mood.

Just when his screen was full of smiley faces, he didn't notice that a data stream that should have been completely under his control was actually rolling in the sea of ​​data, stirring up a wave that did not belong to him.

Because it was not disobeying Boss Cai's orders, and was even just over-exploiting its capabilities to serve Hell, Boss Cai did not realize what this strange robot was doing.

He was paying attention to other situations in the field. The remaining thirty percent or so of hell's power was the most important thing to him right now.

Thus, several lines of special data successfully flashed across the white egg-shaped robot screen, completing the smuggling.

[No. D833, hell authority access in progress...waiting for review]

A little black crow flashed across the screen and pecked the robot gently. Then a pair of wings grew out from the back of the big white egg-shaped D833.

The administrators of each level of hell have been carefully selected. Whether for loyalty or to comply with the settings of hell, the abilities of these administrators have been more or less compressed and modified.

Now, a big white egg on the 14th floor who looks the most ordinary and is occasionally bullied by rats until his eyes are tearful has finally obtained permission to smuggle.

[The Lord of Hell has passed the review, and the ability has been unlocked]

In the world of data, countless rolling lines suddenly appeared on the surface of a robot in the shape of a large white egg.

The bluish-purple halo seemed like smoke drifting outwards. Two blue light circles turned into eyes on the screen. Countless quantum lines of space folding appeared on the surface. Cyberpunk-style light pollution flashed by and quickly disappeared.

[Data analysis in progress, administrator's request for iteration approved, preparation for a new round of voting, large number of vacancies detected, allowance for filling seats]

In the sky that no one could observe or interfere with, on the red moon, a guy with messy hair yawned and watched the farce quietly.

"What's there to grab for a semi-finished product from hell?"

The person who wanted to give it to you doesn’t want it.

The Lord of Hell, who has not abdicated yet, supports his chin with one hand, trying his best to resist the surging sleepiness. One of his eyes is normal black, and the other is the same red as a crow.

"I was pressed for time and failed to build this place into the most ideal state. It's really too risky to offer it to her. However, the door of reality can't be opened. I can only use this method to pry open a crack in the door. At least I can show her my sincerity and work progress. Hmm, what's the term for this? Product display."

After saying that, he yawned again, seeming to be very sleepy, so he reached out and rummaged around, and took out a metal branch of the same type as the one in the Iron Tree Hell, and poked it directly into his arm. This thing that could bring ordinary ghosts back to life and death seemed to be just a small prop for him to refresh himself.

After he regained some energy, he continued to sit on the moon and watch the farce below.

The robber, who thought he had won, was still using his blood vessels to absorb energy in the hell. Little did he know that the rolling soap bubbles were dissipating throughout the hell community through his electrical wires.

The true judgment has silently entered the dreams of all human beings.

What does hell rely on? Of course, it's the things in the punishment area.

The game that players have encountered on each level so far is an insurance. If you pass the game, your punishment will be exempted. If you fail, the decision on whether to give you the most severe punishment will be made based on your serial number.

Now, he chose to let all the guys in the entire Hell Community go directly into the punishment area.

"It's just an illusion anyway, it's not real, so it's not against the rules, right?"

The line of tadpole-like system code floating above my head wagged its tail weakly, as if it had nothing to say.

After sending away the control system of this infinite world, the man with slightly curly hair resisted sleepiness and found the scene he wanted to see the most.

Those are the players who are eligible to enter the 19th floor.

From name and gender to player skills, sin value and moral value, as well as the obsession in the heart.

The infinite flow world imprisoned too many people.

But is everyone really qualified to return to reality?

Of course not.

"Let me see, um, there's room for 13 new administrators."

"Since she doesn't want to take over Hell, then she won't mind being the new administrator for one hour, right? I remember she has a grudge against that display screen, so she probably won't miss this opportunity."

The information revealed by George said that in the past, in hell, one had to check in all 18 levels before being able to meet the Lord of Hell, enter the legendary 19th level, and find the door back to reality.

This is actually not accurate. If you can survive after completing all the games on the 18th floor, you have the potential to become an administrator.

In Hell, it's logical that only the guy who manages the doors can see the door to the 19th floor.

"Since Caiping is looking for excitement, I will give you a bigger gift."

"Emmm, I have to hide some Easter eggs. Although the door can't be opened, I should be able to leave a crack for you to see."

The red moon suddenly burst into a terrifying temperature, and every brick and tile of the entire Hell Community began to be digitized.

In the 15th level of the crucifixion hell, at the Archaeological and Cultural Creative Center, the mascots on a shelf suddenly trembled as if they vaguely heard some sound.

Because the little pliers was special, there were two administrators sitting at one seat. The noise they heard was not loud enough, so they hesitantly asked the old man with a saw next to them, who had a bad temper but was relatively gentle to it.

"Did you hear anything...?"

Scissors, who was not far away, immediately started to curse, as if he was going to quit his job and flee this broken dungeon at any moment: "Are you kidding me? Others have come to our door, and now we need an administrator to fill the position? We have to hire a new employee for every employee who dies. This is too hellish, isn't it?"

They can complain all they want, but if the voting begins, they cannot refuse. It is the administrator's obligation, unless they resign now. But the boss is not here and the company has been locked up. How can they resign?

Originally, Boss Cai didn't need to go through any voting to take office. As long as he collected the 18 fragments, he would be the administrator of all 18 floors. He just needed to go through the process and pass it.

"Strange, logically speaking, only that display screen has the authority to recruit new administrators. Isn't this just shooting oneself in the foot?"

Moreover, the vote must be cast simultaneously by 18 executioners and more than half of them must vote to be effective. However, many colleagues have lost their keys and cannot attend as complete managers.

Dao Jue's voice was hoarse as he figured out the key point: "So we need to fill the management position first..."

The point is not what they want to vote for, but that everyone must be present to vote.

At this point in time, most of the administrators have already suffered, and those who can be used to fill the position need to pass the illusion test first.

"Wait, the big white egg on the 14th floor didn't seem to escape, but he shouldn't be caught either. That guy's ability is to create illusions..."

In the past, the Lord of Hell always let D833 assist in the newcomer assessment. So now...

"If this continues, the vast majority of people who are eligible to apply for the position of administrator will be humans?!"

Now that so many humans in Hell's output have been affected by hallucinations, they were directly pulled into the department to apply for the job without submitting a resume.

As long as you overcome the illusion, you can jump from a player to an administrator overnight. How can there be such a good thing in the world?

In the past, in the Hell community, if you wanted to normally transition from a player to an administrator, the first thing you needed to do was to "die once" first.

NPCs and players are two camps. Once you choose to join the NPC camp, you will never be able to leave this world alive, so the game system will only allow players who are about to die to enter the NPC assessment.

Now, when the invader and the Lord of Hell are fighting, the signal of the game system has become worse. Otherwise, how could there be such a bug that allows a living person to become an administrator?

"It should be just temporary management rights." Grandpa Daoju said silently, and soon, the first lit number appeared in the administrator's background.

This proves that some players have entered the assessment. I didn’t expect that they could actually succeed.

From the first data entry, every machine that detects red and white values, to the online network of every building in the Hell community.

The ripples of illusion began to spread, and this time the target was not only the hell turntable created by Boss Cai, but an entire hell community.

Jin Daya, who was fighting with the magician, suddenly shuddered. He looked down at his ring. The only silver ring on his finger did not change color, and the black wire wrapped around his other hand did not give any warning.

Is this an illusion? Boss Cai is at a higher level than me. If there is nothing unusual over there, then there shouldn't be any more accidents.

Could it be that this human in front of him has some new tricks? Jin Daya focused his attention and continued to fight with the human in front of him. Although he had the external help of Mike Feng, the current Hell Community would not allow other forces to intervene. He was about to win.

On the contrary, You Yitong, who was already at a disadvantage, had received external assistance with special powers and his vision and hearing were different from Jin Daya. He had just noticed something unusual and now looked up at the top of his head.

A large piece of something like colorful bubble wrap was piling up and flying into the sky, and intermittent strange sounds were coming to my ears, like countless souls roaring in anger.

"How dare you be distracted."

The golden iron cone instantly pierced the magician's shoulder. You Yitong looked at the ghost in front of him covered with golden lines and suddenly laughed.

"I see."

If the other party can't see it, it means it's not something they made, although he hates the saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

But at this point in time, You Yitong was very happy to see this fat guy suffer a defeat.

Jin Daya thought that this guy was hallucinating and called him an ant with disdain. But the next second he fell down together with the ant like a robot that had lost power.

In the sky, all the people, whether they were crazy or not, fell down like poisoned flies.

At the same time, Qi Viper was trying his best to isolate all the players heading to the 14th floor area, and he also saw the bubble membrane rising in the sky.

"What the hell is that?"

The next moment he found that the players he had driven away suddenly stopped moving, like short-circuited robots, and fell backwards collectively.

That's not right. Is this the reaction when someone is hallucinating? Shouldn't he be controlled by the hallucination to come and kill him?

If Qi Viper had gone to the 14th floor earlier to observe the players who were receiving psychological treatment in the room, he would have found that their conditions were exactly the same.

After a few seconds, he shook his head and began to feel dizzy: "No, didn't Mike Crazy give us props..."

The props that can block hallucinations are no longer effective. Not to mention them, there are only two people still awake in the whole hell.

Now the entire hell is a sanatorium, but the rule is no longer the original "you will see hallucinations as long as you use your abilities", but everyone will be pulled in indiscriminately.

This should have been a catastrophe, but it is different now.

The world of soap bubbles is filled with all kinds of illusory dreams.

All the things that you feel guilty about, hate, detest, or even obsess over will reappear here.

This is the hell of conscience. Only in such a world can there be a crack leading to reality from the infinite fog.

Tang Xiaoxiao felt like she was falling from a building. She fell heavily to the ground like a rotten tomato.

Does it really hurt so much?

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiaoxiao heard a system prompt.

[Actively enter the illusion, penalty reduced by 50%]

When she was about to faint from the pain, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt her whole body lighten and found herself in a familiar place.

"You're daydreaming again. Where are you thinking about? Didn't I tell you to memorize by rote? Memorize by rote. You only have a good memory. Can't you make more use of it?"

The moment Tang Xiaoxiao saw this woman, her mind went blank. She first looked at her hands, then looked across at the opposite side.

Moving her eyes downward, she realized that it was her mother.

The woman in the wheelchair saw her look and became hysterical again.

"What do you mean by looking at my legs? Are you feeling inferior because your mother is in a wheelchair? Tang Xiaoyan, if you don't study hard now, what will you do in the future? Do you still remember why you studied?"

Tang Xiaoxiao's voice was so slow and mechanical: "Study hard, find a good job, and take care of mom."

But the woman's voice suddenly rose:

"Who needs your care? How many years can I live? How can you achieve anything by studying with the mentality of taking care of me? Tang Xiaoyan, how could I give birth to a daughter like you? Are you a blockhead? Are you a fool? If you really can't do it, just learn from others. You were not like this before. Why are you crying? Do you hate me?!"

"No."

But she still couldn't help but let her tears fall. Tang Xiaoxiao wanted to say that she had no guilt and that she did it voluntarily.

"What's up with your transfer application? Why do you want to study science? Don't you know your own science grades?!"

The study materials on the table were thrown all over the floor. The person in the wheelchair was so excited that he almost fell off. His only strong arm held down his daughter's shoulder:

"Your science grades are not outstanding, you are only good at math. If you study liberal arts, your uncles and aunts can still provide you with a future. What can you get by studying science? Tang Xiaoyan, are you going to go to other classes and be a bottom-of-the-barrel student?!"

The woman in the wheelchair cursed and cried, beating her legs hysterically: "I am in a wheelchair now and I won't live for many more years. Why do you have to go against your mother? Have you thought about the future? What will you do when I am gone? What will you do by yourself?"

Every word weighed heavily on her shoulders. Tang Xiaoxiao felt like she couldn't breathe and could only repeat like a puppet: "I know, Mom. I will study liberal arts seriously. I will go home to see you on time and I will work hard to be the top student in the grade."

"I don't need you to go home and take care of me! Go live in the school dormitory and don't come back!"

This kind of conversation had been repeated countless times in the past, and the same scene had appeared in her dreams countless times.

Because we don't have enough money to hire a caregiver for a long time, the cheap hourly workers can't keep the house so clean. In the hot summer, there will occasionally be a little smell in the house.

The hourly worker who often comes here is an elderly aunt who lives in the same old community. She is also very busy at home and needs to take care of her grandchildren, so she will not be able to come and look after her mother all the time.

Perhaps because of the coming rainstorms of the plum rain season, the weather was hot and humid that day. When Tang Xiaoxiao was riding her bicycle back home after evening self-study, she heard her mother crying in the living room.

She fell off the wheelchair again and landed at the bathroom door. It was hot and she couldn't take a shower by herself.

Apart from tuition and living expenses, the family does not have enough money to hire a full-time personal caregiver for her mother. Tang Xiaoxiao does not want to live in school so that she can have a bath when she returns home at night.

People who cannot move for a long time will have increasingly stronger body odor. My mother used to be very clean and loved to wear white clothes, and she would rub the cuffs and collar of every piece of clothing clean.

But now she prefers the lifeless gray-black color, which hides those old stains that cannot be washed off.

Mom is like a mushroom in a room, growing on the moisture locked in the room, and her tears make the pain swell.

"Why didn't you kill me too?"

"Why don't you take me with you? Why leave me here alone?"

When the woman was crying, she didn't realize that her daughter, who had just finished her monthly exam and had a holiday for evening study, had already returned.

Tang Xiaoxiao, who was outside the door, was also thinking at the time, yes, why wasn’t I the one who died?

There is still so much insurance money left by my father. As long as we hire a special caregiver, my mother can live better than she does now. There is no need to save money for her schooling or for the so-called future. We can also sell the school district house and no longer have to worry about the remaining loan or her own studies. We can move to the countryside for recuperation in a better environment.

If she had been more obedient and firmly chosen to study liberal arts, she wouldn't have made her mother angry so many times during these two years of high school. She could have had a stable job in the future and take care of her mother for a few more years in her old age.

If she had been more sensible and hadn't pestered her father to drive to the zoo on her birthday to show off her report card, perhaps her father in the driving seat would have been able to avoid the out-of-control truck.

If she had heard her mother crying after evening self-study and chosen to push the door open instead of sitting on the shabby corridor window sill in a daze, staring at the broken street lamp downstairs as usual, she might not have been frightened by a dog.

Maybe you can still shout out loud, asking someone to come and save you, instead of seeking relief and just letting go.

But there are no ifs in this world. Maybe if she shouted for help, her mother would call for the neighbors to come and save her even if she was crawling.

Maybe if she chose liberal arts, which she didn't like, she would be able to find a good job in the future and use a stable job to ensure a stable second half of her life, so that her mother could watch her enter the marriage hall with peace of mind and see someone living with her.

At least she can live her life according to the steps and let her mother live with peace of mind.

But they all chose the worst way to face each other.

"But mom, I really don't feel guilty anymore."

Tang Xiaoxiao squatted beside the wheelchair, buried her face in her mother's legs, and hugged the woman who was still saying the same lines.

"You lost your husband, I lost my father, and I miss him too."

But the fall from the building takes such a long time, it doesn’t end in an instant, it is terribly cruel.

Death was a very brief moment. She couldn't remember whether it hurt or not. When she opened her eyes, she came to this infinite highway world full of games and dangers.

She is very smart and knows how to record and learn. She can play the role of the happy and popular Tang Xiaoxiao, or she can try to transform herself into another Qiao Song.

Any emotion in real life was scarier than ghosts, and she knew she could do it.

The infinite flow world will not be more terrifying than reality. Ghosts will only appear for a moment, and every day of living in reality is a torture.

If she can survive in the infinite world by her own strength, can she also continue to live in the real world with strength?

Sister Qiao Song said that when she returns to reality one day, she will have to take the college entrance examination, so she must study hard.

Sister Qiao Song said that students only need to consider what they want to think about. Books are simpler than life. If you really don’t like it, you can change your path.

Tang Xiaoxiao said I like reading, and Qiao Song said I know.

But her mother would not believe it. She always felt that Tang Xiaoxiao was torturing herself by studying so hard. She might as well hate her as a mother. She hated that she only needed two short years, while Tang Xiaoyan still had a long life ahead of her.

Because of guilt, he did not resist the strict requirements. Because of guilt, he listened to all the arrangements made by his mother. However, when he wanted to study science, he was unwilling to tell the reason and only expressed his resistance to the person in the wheelchair in silence.

Tang Xiaoxiao is afraid of anyone paying a price for her, and she always wants to return the kindness others have shown her a thousandfold, but she also has selfish motives. She will tell her thoughts to new friends she has made, but is afraid to tell these to her mother, who is closest to her.

Sister Qiao Song taught her to be brave.

Aunt Huo said, Tang Xiaoxiao, be more confident.

Be confident that others will love you, and be confident that others will return those positive emotions.

No longer be timid, just learn and imitate, and clumsily pursue the goal that you think is the best.

Tang Xiaoxiao hugged her mother in the illusion, hugged someone she hadn't seen for a long, long time, and rubbed her head against her knees, just like when she was a child.

"There are many things I haven't really talked to you about."

"I'm afraid you'll scold me, and even more afraid of disappointing you, afraid that the things I like will hurt you, and afraid that I won't be able to do my best."

"I never told you why I like science, or my plans for the future. I wanted to apologize to my dad. I wanted to go to the zoo that day because we hadn't hung out together for a long time, and I missed him. I didn't think you were holding me back. I didn't want to stay because I was afraid you would leave me."

"Mom, don't feel guilty. I don't feel guilty anymore. I want to go home. Please wait until I get home."

The person in the wheelchair no longer struggled, nor did she say those NPC lines that made Tang Xiaoxiao uncomfortable. At a certain moment, she raised her head very slowly, as if she was surprised that her daughter would say such words.

Tang Xiaoxiao talked about many things in the past, so long that she almost forgot that this was a fantasy world, so long that she thought this was really her mother. Until she felt a very light touch on her head, as if someone was gently rubbing her head.

It was just like when she went to buy candy as a child. At that time, her mother liked to call her by her nickname and hold her hand and walk slowly back home along the Wutong Road.

"Xiaoxiao, Mommy misses you too. Mommy hasn't apologized to you yet."

The person in the wheelchair raised his hand in disbelief, wanting to touch his daughter's face, but was afraid that he was dreaming.

Tears dripped onto her head. Tang Xiaoxiao raised her head and at some point when she looked into the eyes of her hallucinatory mother, she suddenly realized something. But the moment she reached out her hand, the bubble-like illusion dissipated, leaving only a blank world.

In the white world that was getting farther and farther away, Tang Xiaoxiao vaguely saw a door. Behind the door was another snow-white room. Amid the rhythmic beeping of instruments, her mother was sleeping next to her, calling her name softly, over and over again.

"Xiaoxiao, mom hasn't apologized to you yet."

"Xiaoxiao, please wake up."

Until the bubble bursts and everything disappears.

Tang Xiaoxiao lowered her head and saw two hot numbers on the back of her hand. "1" and "14" shook for a few seconds and then disappeared as if they were erased by an eraser.

The ding sound is a system prompt.

[Congratulations on passing the 14th level trial and obtaining the administrator successor qualification. The original administrator D833 chooses to temporarily transfer the authority. Do you accept it? ]

At the same time, many prompt sounds appeared in the minds of many players, as well as some confused ghosts, such as Jin Daya.

He looked a little dazed, as if he had just seen a very distant and unforgettable memory, when he was still a human being.

Wait, why is he on the shelf now?!

At the Archaeology and Cultural Creative Center, Little Pliers and his friends who had been hiding here for a long time were surprised to find that the row of shelves opposite them was filled with a row of new members who looked at them in bewilderment.

All are temporary administrators of materialized other objects.

Golden dentures, blood-stained candies, a worn-out auction hammer, a handwritten novel filled with strange contents, a roll of string, a shed snake skin, cat wool felt, a cotton doll wearing a COS costume, a mini lion head resin toy, a dog head pendant covered with stains, a stained ice cream truck toy, a sports lottery ticket...

Classmate Scissors quietly observed the new members: Why are these guys so weird?

These are all players who just emerged from the illusion in a trance.

Compared to the extremely small number of ghosts like Jin Daya, after observing each other's status, these players were not surprised by their current appearance at first, but tentatively asked: "Did you see that door just now?"

"The door back home?"

The auction gavel became excited when it realized it was not dreaming.

"I saw it too! Even though it was just a crack in the door, he should be in the hospital, and I was lying on the bed!"

"Me too! But I'm lying at home and my mom is wiping my face."

As they were talking, everyone fell silent. Before entering the game, everyone felt that they were already dead, but now it seems that they are not so dead.

Their souls are floating here. As long as they complete the game, can they return to their bodies and complete a resurrection in a sense?

But the door was extremely narrow, with only a crack, and through the narrow crack they saw for the first time the real world that they had been away from for a long time.

That was not an illusion. All the players who successfully came here saw through the illusion and were not deceived, so they passed the level and obtained management authority.

They were very sure that what they saw in the last few seconds before completing the test was the real reality.

What one or two players saw could be explained as an illusion, but with so many players, it’s impossible that they saw different doors at the same time, right?

In the first row, the candy with a little blood on it was suddenly poked by a piece of paper.

"Xiaoxiao?"

Candy paused for a moment, turned around and saw a colorful lottery paper.

Tang Xiaoxiao and Lin Xuan looked at each other.

Before they could reminisce and analyze the situation, everyone heard a system prompt.

[Ding——The new seats have been filled. The election for the new term in Hell is in progress. Unrelated personnel have cleared the game.]

Suddenly, the sound of ding ding ding filled the entire area, and a large number of players trapped in hell were suddenly thrown out.

Only a dozen player-version mascots with different expressions were left.

[Ding——The remaining temporary administrators, please vote on whether you agree with the new hell administrator. All hell permissions will be replaced within one hour. Those whose temporary administrator permissions expire will automatically leave the dungeon.]

The players here are not stupid and they figured it out quickly: this means that this group of people can actually pass the level, but it will be delayed by an hour?

"Wait a minute, don't move, let me count!"

A mouse suddenly jumped out and quickly ran between the shelves.

George was a little confused when he was forcibly transferred at first, but now he is completely panicked.

"Where have you been, Bai Dandan? D833!! Answer me!!!"

The mascots on the shelves were whispering to each other, not understanding who the mouse was looking for. However, Mr. Saw, who was also counting the mascots, noticed something was wrong.

There are only 17 mascots here.

George knew that each mascot had a number on it. He turned around several times and finally stopped in front of a candy.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked at George in front of him and finally spoke: "George, it's me. D833 transferred the authority to me."

Hearing the familiar voice, the little mouse's tail started spinning in circles. If Tang Xiaoxiao was the temporary administrator on the 14th floor, then where was Bai Dandan?

Dao Jue was more concerned that since all the mascots had been forcibly moved to the shelves, where had the remaining temporary administrator gone?