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=World No. 109=

=Delivery Success=

Miss M opened her eyes.

Hair wriggling like a swarm of insects was covering the soles of her feet, unknown mucus was gurgling out, and an eyeball gradually opened in the middle of the wave.

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World 109 is a supernatural horror world. The world is not very large, with only an old school building as the main building, but it has many deeper dimensions.

Because it can cause the distortion of time and space, the BOSS of World 109 is identified as a high-level BOSS by the main system and can directly contact the maintenance department.

Newcomers like Mr. P are not qualified to receive guests and must contact their superiors to handle their business.

Otherwise, Mr. P would have taken matters into his own hands—Miss M goes crazy every time she goes on a mission, so the less she goes, the better.

However, in essence, the final BOSS of World 109 is a shy underage girl. The bug that occurred last time was simply that she forgot her favorite blue hairpin in a place (full of zombies) in the deep dimension, which caused her to lose her sense of security and her world to collapse slightly.

All Ms. M did was (after chopping off thousands of zombies) get the hairpin back.

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So she went and came back quickly.

It was so fast that Mr. P couldn't even finish spreading the peanut butter on his toast.

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The boss who lost his hairpin is the source of terror in World 109. Bugs may occur if he becomes vulnerable.

And every world involving horror elements always has a source of horror, which affects the composition and collapse of the world.

Just like the world of Ju-Jou cannot exist without Kayako, and the world of Ring cannot exist without Sadako.

Worlds involving horror elements are always relatively unstable, and it is difficult for them to continue like regular small worlds.

Problems at the source can cause chaos in the entire world. Problems at non-sources can also cause chaos in the world. Chaos can affect...

Wait, it’s too complicated to elaborate on the rules and principles of these worlds.

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Let's use the logic of the game to explain:

Games involving horror elements are inherently fragile because most of the settings go against common sense, so the code is prone to errors and no one dares to repair it.

If the code is wrong, there will be bugs.

When a bug occurs, the source code (the final boss) will notice it and report it to the terrifying maintenance department.

What the Horror Maintenance Department does is fix bugs, patch, and adjust source code——

Once the game is able to run normally, the system world will draw some energy from it as a reward.

In the system world, as dead employees, the energy they can draw from the horror world is the most abundant and effective for them - between life and death, the pain is constantly transmitted - compared to love, career, or helping customers play quick-travel games, the horror world is closer to the essence of employees.

In other words, those who do horror maintenance work earn a really high salary.

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Ms. M has been working alone for so many years, and she has to pay back all her salary to the clients, which indirectly results in the main system not making any intermediary profit... It's crazy.

So everyone from the main system to the department manager gave Mr. P a crazy raise because he could prevent M from making losses.

This is an angel who can make everyone collectively rich, and he deserves no matter how much he earns.

If he resigns, everyone will be left with nothing.

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But Mr. P really doesn't want the salary, he really wants to quit his job.

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Of course, horror repair itself is difficult.

After all, the horror worlds you enter are not real games, you can't find a safe zone, and you can't complain to the backend administrator.

The final boss will not open a backdoor for you, nor will he order all monsters not to attack you and all traps to avoid you just because you show your employee ID card - that kind of person is not a boss, but a mountain king.

Staying in their own horror world, it is difficult for these bosses to maintain basic sanity. Bosses like the one who came to them and reported problems clearly are only a minority. Most of them are because the program observed anomalies itself, or the customers who came to them did not speak the language and could only utter a string of incomprehensible whispers of ancient gods.

Mr. P, who is proficient in various languages ​​(including the ancient language of the gods), once encountered a marine life customer who only knew to repeat "Great R'lyeh". After trying to communicate with him for two hours without success, he chose to order grilled squid takeout and eat it in front of the customer.

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The client was angry and wanted to attack him.

The client was attacked by Miss M.

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...In short, don't expect customers to help you with repairs.

The source of terror that is completely rational and has complete control over every life and every object in its own world is basically on par with the main system in terms of capabilities. There will be no bugs that need to be repaired at all. They themselves are the biggest bugs.

Of course, these sources would occasionally come to the system world to visit or something. In addition to maintenance business, the system world could also handle many other businesses, such as dating, career, etc., and spend money to buy happiness... It's very lonely to be invincible.

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This is how Mr. P learned the ancient divine language. The client at the time was like seeing a treasure, and he even developed an academic interest in his mental state of never losing sanity. Come on, this guy can keep an angelic smile when looking directly at me, and he can also organize the ancient divine language into 5,500 words to recite.

It was so strange that the customer wanted to reach out and take him back to his hometown for research.

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At that time, Mr. P hid in the office and made four calls to Ms. M for help.

She finally answered the fifth call, but only said, "I'm also curious why you can't lose SAN. Why don't you go to its hometown with the client to communicate and study for a while? Let me know when the research results come out."

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Mr. P: “…”

Is this what it feels like to have a resentful boss?

Mr. P remained calm. He regrouped, "But it was rubbing its tentacles against my abdominal muscles."

No matter how you look at it, it's not meant to be serious research.

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Ms. M: "I'll be there right away."

Xiao P himself can be defiled, but Xiao P's abdominal muscles cannot.jpg

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That's getting off topic.

In short, don't count on customers.

All the worlds are real—real death, real pain.

What you need to do is not to escape, nor to solve the mystery, nor to defeat the dungeon boss... but to repair.

For example: In a kitchen with an open flame and a temperature of 40 degrees, a large amount of liquefied petroleum gas leaks.

While others just need to run outside, escaping is victory, you need to grab a wrench and go in to fix the jar.

...It's too difficult and the process is very torturous.

Double torture, both psychologically and physiologically.

An employee in the maintenance department once tried to perform a horror repair—"It's just a ghost escaping, how could it be more difficult than the unification of the country? I have successfully repaired dozens of world business lines, and our employees can be resurrected infinitely"—

The consequence was failure. He forced himself to withdraw and vomited for seven whole days. Finally, he was devoured by the undead because of his mental confusion.

So, no matter how crazy or terrifying Miss M is... she is still not fired by the main system and still oppresses all employees.

Just like Hannibal needs his refrigerator, System World needs M.

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Some things are better left to crazy people.

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“It’s really annoying.”

Is this the thing that caused the abnormal fluctuations?

The last time I came here, it was just an ordinary classroom.

The entire space was affected... no, eroded.

Miss M opened her right hand, ignoring the hair that was constantly wriggling and growing on the ground, and her dark eyes met the eyeball rotating in the center of the crack.

Dark, dark shadows.

Stretch, spread, emerge.

A pitch-black, pitch-black scythe.

She held the scythe in her hands.

"Look again, and I'll stab you to death."

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——But there is no chance to look at it again.

The next moment.

The giant scythe chopped down.

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...Who would give a warning before taking action? Isn't it normal to strike while chatting? Humph, so stupid! Even Xiao P understands this.

Ten minutes later, Miss M staggered down the corridor, dragging a blood-stained scythe.

With every step he took, the blood-soaked sickle squeaked across the ground, heralding the approach of the next painful event.

He's quite good at escaping, relying on the multi-dimensional space.

If you keep staring at me, I'll like you a little more.

Just running away...so boring.

Miss M suddenly stopped, and something flashed in the dressing mirror in the corridor.

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A pale hand stretched out from the mirror.

……Hate.

Hate hate hate.

Miss M frowned in front of the mirror.

She slowly picked up the corner of her skirt that was stained red.

Hello, I said.

This is the beautiful white dress that Xiao P praised——

What the hell, this new white dress of mine is splattered with blood?!

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A distorted human figure gradually emerged from the mirror: "Uh uh uh..."

Miss M raised one hand.

"Shut up," she said, staring into the mirror. "Didn't anyone tell you not to bother a woman looking in the mirror?"

...The ghost did not respond, because the face it stuck out of the mirror was instantly cut off in half by the sickle, along with its vocal organs.

Miss M ignored the bloody mosaic next to her and complained to herself in the mirror for a long time.

She even turned around a few times to check the material at the back.

By the way, he chopped off more ghosts that came out.

...But this is a white dress?

It's really annoying to get blood on a white skirt! I just bought it a few days ago, and it's already stained like this...

I want to wear it and take my little P shopping next week...

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Irritable.

So irritable.

Finally, Miss M gave up looking in the mirror. She turned around and swung back, and the sickle once again cut through the approaching wall.

So... after getting my skirt dirty...

Where did that broken eyeball go...

Bricks and stones crumbled, and dirty pus and blood gushed out of broken water pipes.

The mirror also broke into pieces, all of which pierced the woman's brain stem.

"...I told you not to get your skirt dirty. Don't you understand?"

The sickle slashed down again, and this time, the entire corridor collapsed -

It was easy and direct, like a square paper box being spread open by fingers. The rumbling sound of the explosion was not heard until after the corridor collapsed.

-twenty three-

"Don't hide, just get over it...be a good girl...okay?"

No reply.

If I could reply, this horrible world would firmly say, I don’t.

...and you didn't even warn me not to get the skirt dirty! You cut it off mid-sentence!

Don't expect the ordinary horror world to understand the psychological activities of the mentally ill!

The hair that was originally wriggling non-stop huddled in the distance, and the mucus hid in the corner of the wall. The only response to Miss M was the corridor that had returned to silence after recovery.

Now it is just an ordinary school building, particularly harmless.

But M turned around and chopped back again, and with a loud bang, the wall broke again.

Only pus and blood gushed out, pus and blood flowing from this space itself.

Behind the pus and blood was another corridor.

...So she hates the space department the most.

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It's so annoying. Those guys who play with space are all disgusting psychopaths.

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All I have to do is find that broken eyeball and poke it open... Ugh... but this is a maze...

I'm in a hurry to finish overtime and go back to enjoy my nightlife.

I don't want to waste a single minute.

or……

Use that method?

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Reduce all spaces to ashes and you will find the broken eyeball.

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…Although doing so would probably destroy the world, customers would complain, and the main system would be affected…

ah.

Never mind.

Little P will take care of it.

Miss M easily put all the consequences behind her in a few seconds and happily raised her sickle.

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"Ding-ling-ling~Ding-ling-ling~"

——Just when the world was 0.1 seconds away from turning into ashes, a phone rang at the end of the corridor.

M tilted his head but walked over.

It was a schoolbag hanging on the wall, with an old mobile phone in the compartment.

M often travels on business trips, so he is no stranger to mobile phones in the real world.

...It's a flip phone with a black bell pendant.

“This pendant is so ugly.”

The white body should be matched with pink.

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Ms. M picked up her vibrating phone with disgust, and the call interface showed "unclear".

When an unknown call comes from an unknown phone in an unknown place, any normal person knows what to do.

"Hey, are you here looking for your phone? My friend, your taste in accessories is terrible."

But Miss M is not a normal person.

"...I don't know, Ms. M. I've never picked out a phone charm, so I don't know my taste in charms."

Mr. P's voice came from the other end: "Finally, I've reached you. This is the closest communication point I could locate... Please don't destroy the world just because you hate the space system."

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snort.

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Ms. M pouted immediately: "Little P! It made my skirt dirty! My new white skirt! And you're still protecting it!!"

I don't.

Just trying not to destroy it.

"Please calm down..."

Miss M swung her sickle around with a clang of her hand: "I won't do it! I won't do it! I hate it! My skirt is getting dirty! It doesn't look good anymore!"

"...buy you a new one?"

"No—I want this white dress I'm wearing! I want this one!"

"Shall I help you wash?"

whispering sound.

Miss M scowled and kicked away a head that was rolling towards her from nowhere.

She was humming while kicking people's heads, just like a high school girl kicking her feet while talking on the phone with her boyfriend.

"That's really too much - you stained my skirt - and you ran away everywhere - you never ran away when playing with Xiao P!!"

Mr. P: Ah, yes.

"Isn't this impossible to escape?"

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"Xiao P, you're being too harsh—I'm going to be unhappy!"

"Please don't do that."

And when you are unhappy, more people tend to be desperate.

Including me, who has to deal with a lot of complaint reports.

The data stream in Mr. P's hand flashed rapidly.

"Wait a moment... I'm helping you locate that abnormal fluctuation... Since there's no record of it in the system before, it's a little difficult to locate... but the approximate location... can be found. Let me adjust the spatial parameters..."

As a newcomer in the maintenance department and an ordinary civilian employee, Mr. P seldom goes out on field work.

"Close your eyes and turn left. Take ten steps and turn back. Turn on the water valve. Go up to the second floor. Then, be careful of the bodies on the ground and don't trip. Fifty meters ahead... twenty meters ahead... stand at attention."

"Alright. It's overhead. Swing the knife upwards... well, the target is cleared."

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But he can provide plug-ins.

The kind with customs clearance navigation.

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Angrily shaking off the pus and blood on the knife, Miss M was about to continue complaining to her subordinates on the other end of the flip phone when she felt something floating down on her head.

It floated out from the mutant eyeball that had just died.

"What is this... a flyer? Where did this little advertisement come from..."

Flyers floated past her.

How to kill the Banshee

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Mr. P's hand paused as he was entering the transmission command.

"Ms. M?"

He asked, "Are you listening, Miss M? Are you ready to return, please? Miss M?"

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"……I am here."

After a long while, the boss's cold voice came from the other end of the line: "Send it."

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Something didn't sound right with her.

Mr. P frowned, but still prioritized operating the teleportation program. Every time he operated the program to shuttle back and forth between small worlds, it was crucial. Any carelessness could lead to an accident. He was the only one who could encode the data blip while distractedly chatting with his superiors.

And, very quickly.

Mr. P deeply realized that something was wrong with Ms. M.

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Because Miss M, who had just returned, rushed out of the delivery room and pushed him directly onto the desk.

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"Overtime is over."

She pressed her scythe to his throat. "I'm going to do it. Now."

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...something seems wrong.

Even if the boss is mentally ill, this is too much.

Mr. P smiled and raised his hands, indicating his innocence in the face of the powerful murderous aura: "This is an office, Miss M. If you want, you can come back to my dormitory after get off work..."

"I'm your boss."

Miss M clenched her hands around his collar, lowered her head and leaned against him, her long black hair sliding down from her shoulders, trapping Mr. P's face like a cage.

Just close enough to kiss.

But Mr. P knew that he almost died.

"The office is available tonight. I approve it."

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……ah.

That's too much.

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Mr. P lowered his eyes.

In the deep, deep black, there was a flash of scarlet.

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"Okay. Please wait a moment."

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At 11:08 pm, Miss X walked out of the convenience store, yawning.

"I'm the last one to leave again... I'm so sleepy... Why are we still working overtime after team building... Hmm? The lights in the maintenance department building are still on, huh?

She rubbed her eyes and confirmed that it was the light from the terrifying maintenance department.

After all, P painted the sign “Run Away” with orange fluorescent paint, so it can be seen even in the dead of night.

It's so late... Besides me, there are still people working overtime in the maintenance department...

"Is it P?"

That location, indeed, is also P's office.

...How pitiful, angel.

He always has to work overtime to deal with the mess left by his resentful boss.

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Miss X scratched her head, remembering how she'd gotten drunk and groped Angel earlier today during team-building. She'd grabbed her arm around Angel's head and yelled, "Don't take our new Angel away." And supposedly, after I'd passed out, she'd even specifically asked the bartender to keep an eye on me and left a tip for taking care of me. Speaking of which, Angel's blonde hair felt really soothing to touch.

Cough cough.

As a good colleague who is honest and incorruptible and absolutely does not want to offend M, why not go over and apologize to P?

I'll also send some oden over as a reward for him working overtime late at night.

I am sending him my best wishes on behalf of all the employees.

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So she walked back to the store, packed some oden, and then came to Mr. P's office.

"P, are you there? Want a midnight snack? Haha, I got drunk and went crazy during team building this afternoon. Sorry..."

"Uh-huh?"

Miss M turned around.

She leaned against Mr. P's desk, her facial expression hidden in the shadows under the light.

Ms. X: "...Yes, yes, yes, M! Hahaha, have you eaten yet? Have you eaten yet? The weather is great today, hahaha. I came to see P late at night, really just...just because my colleagues like to bring oden. I didn't think about it. I just wanted to pull a handful of his hair to cheer myself up!!...I, I, I didn't!"

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Miss X trembled into a ball of blurred geometric lines. She closed her eyes and tightly grasped the oden in her hand, feeling that death was imminent.

Then, a long, long time passed, and it seemed like a century passed in Miss X's mind.

"roll."

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"Alright alright, I'll leave right now!! I'll leave right now--"

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Miss M bit her lip impatiently and gripped the edge of the table with her fingers.

"When...did you...touch someone else's hair?"

Mr. P looked up.

"Does it matter? You're pulling my hair. ...By the way, since you just finished, you can do the rest back in my dorm..."

Tsk.

Miss M's other hand grabbed his hair again and pushed Mr. P's head down again.

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"Shut up... I promised... twice. ...One more to go."

She frowned, and the hand that was holding the edge of the table left some white marks on the wooden table.

"At a time like this... hum... don't talk."

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oh.

OK

The author has something to say: Mr. P: It doesn’t matter, I’ll just kneel for four more minutes.