131 The Outpost (2)

Express Delivery Diary

Qin Fu'an looked down, watching his signature change from black to green, representing life.

This contrasts sharply with the long string of gray-black colors above that represent death.

It was like a silent warning, or some kind of ominous premonition.

Qin Fu'an put down his pen and sat down on the stool to look through the other documents and papers one by one.

"Work Rules for Employees of the Outpost for the Dead"

1. Staff at the Desperate Station must arrive at work on time as scheduled and must not leave early, be late, or be absent without cause (Desperate Station working hours: 0:00 AM - 11:59 PM).

Second: Please wear your work uniform properly during working hours. Improper wearing will result in a deduction of 10 points.

3. Please maintain a smile at all times during working hours and provide guests with the most enthusiastic and thoughtful service. If a guest complains, 20 points will be deducted.

Fourth: Please patiently solve problems for each customer. A positive review will earn you +10 points.

5. Please be careful when receiving and sending packages. If a package is delivered incorrectly, 30 points will be deducted, and the courier will be responsible for any remaining consequences.

Six: Every package must be opened and inspected by the courier before being sent out to ensure that there are no prohibited items in the package. For details, please refer to "The Complete List of Prohibited Items at the Departure Station".

7. If any overdue packages are not picked up, please force delivery to the accurate address. If an overdue package in the Desperate Station is not picked up within 24 hours, 1 point will be deducted from the employee's record, with no upper limit on the cumulative deduction.

eight:…………

Qin Fu'an patiently read through the document line by line, and then saw that the last page of the employee handbook contained a dense list of essential reading materials.

"Stationery Employee Code of Conduct", "Stationery Employee Management System", "Stationery Work Management Regulations", "Materials Management System", "File Management System", "Stationery Job Responsibilities and Instructions"...

Qin Fu'an: "..."

It seems that people can laugh when they are extremely speechless.

He tossed the bloodstained papers aside and finally found something else among the messy pages.

Express Delivery Diary

An ordinary name, an ordinary cover, tucked away among messy documents—so ordinary that it's practically invisible unless you look closely.

Qin Fu'an specifically found it, pushed aside the other documents on the table, placed it on the table, and opened it.

Express Delivery Diary

Date: xx Weather: Cloudy Courier's Name: Zhang Yang

This is my first time entering a Tier 4 game, and everything is still uncertain. But I've been feeling uneasy ever since I entered the game. After thinking it over, I decided to leave something behind in this instance. Maybe I'll die here, or maybe I'll be able to leave safely, but in any case, a diary can help me record something.

Today is my first day in the game, and also my first time playing a solo dungeon. I just registered my employee name. I hope this dungeon will treat me kindly for the next ten days (just kidding, haha).

Date: Day 2 of the copy

Weather: Light rain

Courier's name: Zhang Yang

Today was my first official day at this garbage dump, and not only is it a 24-hour job, but they don't provide any subsidies or wages, not even accommodation or three meals a day! If any future players ever see this diary, remember this: on your first day, find a place to rent and cook for yourself! Make sure to use your points to exchange for rest time! This game is so realistic it makes me furious and want to curse the capitalist bloodsuckers in real life!!!

Date: The night of the second day of the dungeon

Weather: Heavy rain

Courier's name: Zhang Yang

I think I'm about to die...

It turns out that Tier 4 dungeons really do eat people. I regret it. I should have gone to raid dungeons, but I no longer have the chance.

If you, the one who comes after me, ever see my diary, please do everything in your power to survive.

Date: Day 3 of the dungeon

Weather: Heavy rain

Courier's name: Zhang Yang

I'm going to die.

Goodbye to this bizarre and terrible world.

Those who come after me, let us journey together to our doom.

Qin Fu'an turned to this page and finally saw the scattered dark red bloodstains.

He stared at the last line of the diary, which sounded like a curse, lowered his eyes, and calmly turned to the next page.

Date: Day 1 of the dungeon

Weather: Cloudy

Courier's name: Zhao Yi

Thanks to Senior Zhang for the reminder, I successfully found a place to stay after entering the instance on the first day. It was not far from the Outpost. I drew a map of the route so that any other players can go there directly.

Date: Day 2 of the copy

Weather: Sunny

Courier's name: Zhao Yi

So tiring. In reality, being treated like a slave by capitalists isn't enough, why do I have to work myself to the bone for an unpaid probationary period in this dungeon? The monsters here are absolutely insane. I really want to crack open their skulls and see if they're stuffed with straw or packages.

Today I successfully sent out 11 packages and delivered 13 packages. I lost 55 points but gained 15 points. My current score is 60 points.

Great, I actually passed! I hope the next nine days go smoothly.

Date: Day 3 of the dungeon

Weather: Light rain

Courier's name: Zhao Yi

I received a strange package today. I had no desire to investigate it, but the rules required me to open it and check, so I had no choice but to open the package.

If I could turn back time, I would rather be penalized than open that package. I regret it, but even in this bizarre world, there's no medicine for regret.

I feel like I'm about to die; I can already foresee my death.

Date: Night of the third day of the dungeon

Weather: Heavy rain

Courier's name: Zhao Yi

I'm dying. I hope I won't be a free slave to the guild members in my next life. Oh well, I probably won't have a next life anyway. So, I wish the next person will bravely live to the eleventh day, pass the ten-day trial period, and successfully escape the dungeon.

Date: Day 4 of the dungeon

Weather: Cloudy

Courier's name: Zhao Yi

I regret it, hehe, I won't wish any newcomers a smooth escape from this dungeon~

Let us all become like me, for this is our final destination. Do not run away, do not try to resist, join us, become us, for death is the new paradise.

Those who come after us, we will meet soon.

...

Qin Fu'an held the diary page with his slender fingers, which showed a drastic change in attitude. He flipped it back and looked at it again, then flipped it back again, finally fixing his gaze on the last line of the diary.

Like the courier named Zhang Yang, almost on his deathbed, the player named Zhao Yi also suddenly changed his attitude towards those who came after him.

Perhaps it was driven by the resentment and unwillingness to accept death.

But Qin Fu'an flipped back to look at Zhang Yang's last diary entry, then at Zhao Yi's last entry, tapping lightly on the yellowed pages with his fingertips, his expression thoughtful.

Rather than the resentment and bitterness before death, it was more like a sudden transformation of the soul or mind.

It's like being possessed by a monster, or like in the "Feast of a Hundred Monsters" instance, being transformed into a real monster before death.

Qin Fu'an wasn't sure of the real reason yet, but he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he sat down at the table and read through all the diaries of the later readers.

As darkness fell outside, Qin Fu'an rubbed his temples and closed the notebook, which was more like a "Death Note" than a "Delivery Diary."

For as long as he watched, the viewers in the live stream watched with him.

And as he watched more and more, the restrictions on the audience's comments became less and less, and more and more discussions about the deliverymen gradually emerged in the live stream.

[Zhang Yang, the third streamer I follow, and also the one who left the deepest impression on me, because he's incredibly lucky. Even when things go terribly wrong at the start of a dungeon, he manages to escape time and time again thanks to luck. It's a pity...]

[Sister Cen Ya, sob sob... I never thought I'd see your dungeon diary again. I almost forgot what you looked like. There's no reincarnation in the dungeon, death is the end, but it's okay, I still remember you, and there are many of your viewers who will never truly forget you.]

[Zhao Yi is really kind; the address she left for others helped many people, but she was just too unlucky...]

[It's such a pity about Zhao Yi. I remember when she entered the dungeon, she said she had always had bad luck, so before each dungeon run, she would say her last words to the live stream audience. Viewers used to laugh at her for being so prepared, but I never expected that in this dungeon, her last words would finally become her true last words.]

[…………]

Seeing the discussion among the audience, Qin Fu'an's viewers couldn't help but feel nervous.

This dungeon seems really dangerous, especially with those diaries that change so strangely... Although they had always thought Qin Fu'an was very strong, they couldn't help but worry about him at this moment.

Please don't die in this dungeon!

The little cloud is still waiting for you...

Qin Fu'an did not receive the mixed blessings from the audience. He was finding a fountain pen filled with murky black and red ink, removing the cap, and writing his name in the "Express Delivery Diary".

From the moment he put pen to paper, from the moment the ink poured from his pen onto the yellowed pages, the previously chattering audience stopped discussing and focused intently on Qin Fu'an writing in the Death Note.

In the utter silence of the night, amidst the eerie realm where death could strike at any moment, the young man's brows were arrogant and aloof, his eyes concealing a sharp edge. Even his handwriting was as fluid and dynamic as iron hooks and silver strokes, each stroke extremely sharp.

Date: Day 1 of the dungeon

Weather: Sunny

Courier: Qin Fu'an

Hello, I am the last courier at the Departure Station. Thank you very much for all the information you provided.

In order not to disappoint your blessings and expectations, I have decided to change the owner of the Outpost as soon as possible.

If the boss believes that employees are meant to be exploited, then he should feel genuinely pleased when he is being exploited by his employees, right?

Well then, wait for my good news.

[…………]

[……？？？]

[Wait, is this streamer always this arrogant? ? ? ]

[Wow, in the boss's shop, in front of the boss's employees, using the boss's desk, writing a declaration to overthrow the exploitative boss—that's like an old man hanging himself, tired of living!]

[As a long-time viewer, I was a little worried at first, but seeing the streamer's response suddenly put my mind at ease~]

[Alright, alright, without worrying about the streamer dying from overwork, let's have a quiz: what role will Little Cloud play in this dungeon?]

[I bet Little Cloud will send a package!]

[I bet Little Cloud will have the streamer deliver the package to her door, and then...hehehe~]

[The person in front is really disgusting! Couldn't it have been the streamer who pinned Little Cloud down in the rest stop and coughed?]

[Damn, can you guys be a little more discreet? What if the streamer sees this and holds a grudge, then gets a permanent ban and you're happy?]

Unfortunately, the warning came too late; a certain petty streamer had already spotted the bright yellow text amidst the countless densely packed comments.

Then, with a cold face, he gave these shameless bastards a permanent ban.

[Author's Note]

Anzai: Is my wife someone you can fantasize about? Even if I were the other protagonist, it wouldn't be allowed!

I promised 6,000 words, but I've been having Mercury retrograde, my period is coming, and I have a bad cold. I just can't take it anymore. I'll start writing and updating as soon as I wake up during the day!

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