Qian Rui clapped his hands as the supervisor stepped into the factory.

Everyone in the factory was pulled into a pure white space. There was only a table in the space, with a 5-minute countdown timer and a small black speaker on the table.

"What happened?"

How did we suddenly get here?

"Who did this?"

...

Zhao Yu's face turned ashen. Qian Rui had actually activated his superpower at the last moment, but luckily he was prepared.

The announcement began: "All participants, please place the slime on the table. When no slime is detected on any of the participants, the White Field will automatically dissipate. If the White Field is not dissipated within five minutes, it will automatically explode."

The collectors were in an uproar, their buzzing noise sounding like a swarm of flies.

Zhao Yu dared not reveal that Qian Rui was the master of the Void White Domain, fearing that he would be blown up the moment he spoke. He had been Qian Rui's subordinate for over ten years and knew the power of the Void White Domain.

If it weren't for the fact that submitting it immediately would arouse suspicion, Zhao Yu would have loved to hold the slime in his hands and place it on the table.

The collectors argued for more than a minute, but no one handed over the mucus they had worked so hard to obtain to some unknown entity.

The speaker announced again: "No action has been detected from the participants. We will randomly select one participant to demonstrate the explosion effect."

Upon hearing the announcement, Zhao Yu was almost moved to tears. For the first time, he was grateful that Qian Rui hated him. Fortunately, Qian Rui wanted him to die a painful death, otherwise he might have been the unlucky one to be selected.

The sound from the speakers wasn't loud, but it was enough for every participant to hear the announcement clearly.

The air was quiet for a moment, then the noise rebounded in double intensity, with wave after wave of sound growing louder.

"What explosion? You're just trying to scare us!"

"There must be forty or fifty people, how could I possibly be chosen?"

"Bang--"

He claimed it was impossible for him to be chosen as a collector, then with a loud bang, he laughed and disintegrated into a lump of flesh, splattering foul-smelling blood and flesh onto the faces of nearby people, bringing the discussion to a complete halt.

The collector, his face stung by the spray, numbly wiped his face and brushed away the stray hairs from his eyelashes before snapping out of his daze and stiffly muttering, "What a disaster! Is this even fair?!"

"My God, I don't care anymore, I want to get out of here." The collector said this as he scrambled and crawled to the table, trembling as he pulled out the slime and placed it on the table.

Various profanities such as "father" and "mother" were used, but despite the cursing, the slime still had to be handed over, and the crowd gradually put the slime on the table.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Yu mingled with the crowd and handed over his daily dose of slime. He also encouraged the brainwashed group to hand over their slime as well.

The table was covered with a dense layer of slime, making it appear longer and leaving space for the people behind.

Gradually, the act of handing over the slime stopped, and those who had handed it over became impatient: "Why haven't they let us out yet? Is someone still hiding slime?"

No one made a move.

With one minute left in the countdown, the speaker announced again: "We have detected that participants still have slime on their hands. We will randomly select another participant to demonstrate the explosion effect to encourage all participants to cooperate and hand over the slime."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another unlucky fellow was fried into mincemeat.

The collectors, whose lives were still not guaranteed after losing the slime, became agitated, cursing even louder than during the first explosion.

A few dimwits, not too brave and not too bold, reluctantly handed over the slime. Because they were late, they were punched a few times by the collectors who had handed it in earlier.

With half a minute left on the countdown, the loudspeaker announced again that the third unlucky participant had been chosen to demonstrate the explosion effect. An additional announcement followed: "With ten seconds remaining on the countdown, one person will be randomly selected each second to demonstrate the explosion effect. If, by the end of the countdown, any participants have not yet fully submitted their slime, the Void White Domain will automatically explode. Ten…"

"Bang--"

"Nine……"

"Bang--"

"eight……"

The steady countdown was followed by a heart-stopping explosion, which made the collectors' eyes turn red, and a chaotic brawl broke out among the crowd.

"You little brat, did you hide it and not hand it in?!"

"Hand it over! Hand it over right now!"

The collectors, indiscriminately fighting each other, suspected that someone else had hidden the slime and hadn't handed it in.

"three……"

A few bolder individuals finally broke down, slapping the slime out of their combat packs and tearfully placing it on the table.

The countdown stops immediately.

"All participants have completed the mandatory task. The Void White Domain is about to be dispelled."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd in the void vanished, leaving only Qian Rui and a pile of wreckage. Qian Rui calmly walked to the table and collected all the slime into his pouch.

The Void White Domain is Qian Rui's life-saving ability, but it is not as powerful as Zhao Yu thought. It cannot kill forty people at once, nor can it detect the status of each participant.

However, Qian Rui was adept at manipulating people's hearts with subtle tricks. She had grasped this technique the second time she used the Void White Domain. Detecting slime and exploding were all impossible; bluffing was the greatest power of this ability.

Even Zhao Yu, who had worked with her for over ten years, couldn't figure out her background.

When Qian Rui retracted the Void White Domain and stepped into the real space, real time began to flow again.

The collectors stood in their original positions, while the little insect lay peacefully inside the enclosure. It all seemed like a dream, except for the blood and flesh scraps on the ground that reminded everyone that they had just been cruelly robbed.

The supervisor walked into the factory, and upon seeing the devastation on the ground, merely raised an eyebrow. He then sent a message to the patrol team to send more men, as there were tough guys in this branch factory, and he didn't want anything to go wrong at the end.

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