Chapter 34 A Day Back in the Real World [VIP]
The assistant reappeared on the third day of Ziyu's slacking off.
Because she had no idea what was going on, and because Qin Yuzhen seemed to have some kind of problem, she had been clinging to him for the past three days, except for work. Ziyu saw him replying to other people's messages at night and thought that the scumbag had finally set his sights on a new lover. But when she checked Qin Yuzhen's phone in the middle of the night, she found that the person on the other end was Cheng Ru, who had previously instigated Qin Peng to take Qin Yuzhen to an entertainment club. Their conversation was all about how to make their boyfriends love them more.
He didn't know how to manage Mingyu's affairs, and Qinyu Town was also baffled. His assistant was avoiding the issues, so what could Ziyu do? He simply took a vacation.
So, on the morning of the third day, the little helper finally appeared.
[Hello, host. This is the system assistant. Your current level and version are the latest. We will continue to provide you with game information and assistance.]
[In reply to the host, every game has its target audience. It was our oversight not to inform you beforehand. Our game targets people with masochistic tendencies and people with people-pleasing personalities. After investigation, since you do not exhibit these tendencies, our management is offering you a reward of up to 100 million yuan to compensate for your emotional distress.]
Ziyu rolled over in bed, pretending not to hear.
Sure enough, he said that people who like to play this kind of game are definitely not normal.
Who in their right mind would deliberately seek out masochism?!
[Please do not slack off, host!]
[Your game is so dishonest, you don't tell me anything, how can I be sure that after I finish the story, you can really deliver the promised rewards?]
Ziyu admitted that he was indeed a slave, but the premise of being a slave was that he could actually get paid. After what happened before, Ziyu also realized that in this world, he was nominally a player, but in reality he was just a puppet. The system disappeared inexplicably, and when a little assistant came, he could not provide help more than a few times and would play dead when asked serious questions.
What's most frustrating is that he knows the system assistant is playing dead, but there's nothing he can do about it.
If he completes the task this time, but then ends up back at the beginning, what does that mean to him? That he worked for nothing?
What's the difference between doing a job with no pay, only expecting an immediate reward, and dangling a carrot in front of a donkey?
Please trust our game, host!
How can I believe it?
The system assistant is collecting host-related issues and will soon report them to administrators.
The assistant is silent again.
Ziyu ignored him and silently sat up from the bed.
He wasn't in a hurry. In reality, he had already died suddenly, so this life was pretty much stolen. He could just enjoy it to the fullest.
The game developers must be in a real hurry.
Sure enough, not long after, the assistant's electronic voice came back online.
[The host may experience a one-day trip back to the real world.]
Ziyu: ? Hmm?
Before Ziyu could understand the meaning of those words, everything went black. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar computer screen.
The computer was still on the form-filling screen, while on the other side of the computer, a new requirement from the boss was displayed on the phone screen. Ziyu carefully placed her newly issued pay slip in a small box, and there was an account book on the far side, which was full of records of expenses, almost none of which exceeded two digits.
Ziyu looked up in disbelief and met the gaze of her colleague, who had developed large dark circles under her eyes from working overtime.
His colleague's face turned extremely ugly when he saw him: "Ziyu, if you lead the way in working overtime again next time, I'm going to have someone deal with you!"
He turned around and spat out a harsh "Pui!"
"You workaholic! You've made so much money and you're still reluctant to spend it! I hope you die of a sudden!"
Ziyu suddenly stood up from his seat!
Those around Ziyu were startled by her sudden commotion and looked at her with strange and reproachful expressions.
"What are you doing so early in the morning!" a colleague complained. "If you don't want to work, just leave! Aren't you annoying?"
Ziyu looked at his hands—calluses from long hours of typing on the computer, even traces of treatment for tenosynovitis, and a plastic ring he had bought on the street that was supposed to bring good luck—this was his real-life appearance.
He... he's back?!
He really came back to life?!
"What are you doing standing over there?" The supervisor, clearly noticing the unusual situation, stormed over to Ziyu and said angrily, "If you don't want to work here, then don't!"
Ziyu stared at the supervisor for a long time, giving the supervisor goosebumps.
Why are you looking at me like that?!
The supervisor was also someone I knew.
Ziyu reached out and pinched her arm hard, feeling a sharp pain.
He's really back! It's not a dream!
Seeing Ziyu's erratic behavior, the supervisor involuntarily took a few steps back.
Uh, have I gone crazy from work? I've definitely been assigning a lot of tasks lately…
The supervisor quickly waved his hand and left: "I can't be bothered with you anymore! Disrupting work order, I'm deducting two hundred from your pay. Don't let it happen again!"
"etc!"
Ziyu suddenly called out to the supervisor, "Wait a minute!"
The supervisor turned around impatiently: "What are you doing now? What are you doing here if you're not going to do anything!"
Ziyu's expression seemed to convey a sense of relief and ease, yet it also carried another meaning. In front of everyone, his voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I want to resign."
"What?"
"I said, I want to resign."
*
Ziyu returned to her shared apartment with her few belongings.
The shared apartment was the cheapest place he could find, but the roommates were of varying quality, which was evident even in the bathroom.
It was filthy and smelly, and Ziyu always had to hold her nose while cleaning it, otherwise it would have been swarming with flies long ago.
He had just gotten home when one of his roommates came out to throw away a cup of instant noodles and casually greeted him.
"You're off work so early?"
"I resigned."
After saying that, Ziyu ignored her roommate's shocked expression and went straight back to her room.
Looking at Ziyu's tightly closed door, her roommate thought in disbelief, "A workaholic would actually quit his job? Has the sun risen in the west?"
Ziyu put her things down in the room, straightened up, and looked around the shared apartment that had been with her for three or four years.
When he first moved here, the place was dirty and messy, but now he's transformed it into a clean and tidy place. However, thinking back to the scumbag protagonist's house in the game, this place is practically no different from a slum.
He checked his balance, which totaled nearly six figures.
He always felt it wasn't enough, and worked desperately to earn and save money. He didn't even know if he could sleep five hours a day. So, his sudden death was to be expected.
After dying once and experiencing so many things in the game, he finally understood.
Although money still needs to be earned and saved, taking occasional breaks is permitted.
Most importantly, Ziyu thought that he didn't know when he would be able to come back again in just one day, so he couldn't let this opportunity slip by. He had to go see that person!
He wanted to tell him that he had become very rich and could support himself.
He no longer needs anyone.
I won't be bullied anymore.
Thinking of that person, Ziyu felt a strange feeling welling up in her heart.
Will that person... still remember me?
My roommate had just thrown away the instant noodle container when she saw Ziyu, who had just gone in, rush out again in a flurry of activity. Her movements were so fast that my roommate only felt a gust of wind pass by.
"Has this person gone crazy today?"
Even though she was in a hurry, Ziyu still chose to take the bus first and then transfer to the subway.
—After all, taking a taxi directly is just too expensive! You can't expect a man who's habitually stingy to suddenly become generous.
After nearly an hour of wandering around, Ziyu finally arrived at her destination.
It was a sanatorium built on a hilltop, so large that it almost occupied the entire hill. The courtyards were as big as several basketball courts. The scenery was beautiful, and the atmosphere was quiet and elegant. The specially hired medical staff hurriedly walked around, but there was not a sound. Everyone looked serious and carefully treated the only patient in the sanatorium.
The security guard recognized Ziyu, or rather, everyone in the sanatorium recognized him. He arrived at the center of the sanatorium without much effort, but unlike before when he could go directly into the room, this time he was arranged to stay outside the ward.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ziyu," the caregiver said apologetically. "His condition has worsened, and he can't see you now."
"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing."
Ziyu concealed her disappointment and forced a smile, saying, "Can I talk to him outside?"
“Of course you can,” the caregiver said with a smile. “The master can hear you, but he probably doesn’t have the energy to reply to you.”
Ziyu got the answer she wanted and shook her head to indicate that she didn't mind.
"I just want to talk to him."
The caregiver understood; before leaving, he took the other caregivers with him—they had a very high level of trust in Ziyu, perhaps also because of the trust that person in the ward had in Ziyu.
After everyone left, Ziyu slowly looked towards the ward.
He couldn't see the person, but he knew that the person was listening quietly to what he was saying.
"I resigned." Ziyu didn't hold back in revealing everything: sudden death, system, scumbag seme and submissive uke, second playthrough.
He knew that if he told these words to others, they would think that Ziyu had gone crazy from working too much.
But that person doesn't know how.
“I can only stay here for one day. Maybe I’ll go back after today and I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back. So I resigned. I don’t want to waste another day on work.” Ziyu said slowly. “I’ve already saved more than a million yuan. Isn’t that amazing? I can pay you back, and I might even have some left over. After that mission is over, I can get another 200 million yuan. This amount of money might not seem like much to you, but if I have it, I can live a life of ease and comfort.”
"Thank you so much for sponsoring me. I didn't know that without you, I wouldn't know how I would have survived after my poverty relief fund was stolen."
Ziyu said sincerely at the end, "Thank you."
"Once I'm done with my business, I promise I'll come and stay with you every day. Wait for me, okay?"
There was still no sound in the ward.
Ziyu glanced out the window; it was already dark. After a nap, the day would be over.
He stood up, took one last deep look at the ward, and then looked at the sanatorium that was built entirely on money.
He silently said to himself: Goodbye.
*
Qin Yuzhen quietly looked at Ziyu, who was lying on the bed without breathing, his dark eyes devoid of any light.
Anyone who looks into those eyes will feel a chill run down their spine.
At this moment, Qin Yu Town is like a real NPC character. It doesn't need to breathe, eat, or move. It just quietly watches the player until the player logs in before it takes any action.
Ziyu has not woken up for a day.
There was no breathing, and no heartbeat.
Qin Yuzhen thought, "It's alright."
Ziyu was just too tired and wanted to sleep a little longer.
Let's wait a little longer.
He will wake up soon.
immediately.
A note from the author:
I really like the feeling of a widower who sees his wife dead but refuses to accept it...
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