Putting aside the fact that he didn't get free customer service, if he just used emotions as payment currency, it seems like he didn't lose out?
But the premise is: "91, after you extract my emotions, will I have any sequelae?"
"This system is a legitimate one," 91 emphasized for the umpteenth time, explaining, "Emotions are constantly generated by intelligent beings. If they're not collected, they'll simply dissipate into thin air and disappear. I won't extract your emotions, I simply collect them. It won't have any negative impact on the player."
Eliminating 91 from the cause of his frequent nightmares and reclaiming the blame that was about to be placed on the other party, Yan Jue asked again: "Why do you collect my emotions as currency?"
"Because to laws and systems, the emotions of intelligent creatures are the most precious and irreplaceable."
"My kind and I are special beings who can travel through any plane. No matter how rare or precious a treasure may be, it is of no value to us. Only the emotions of intelligent beings are unique, and even the law masters cannot decipher or comprehend them."
"Due to limitations, we can't freely acquire the emotion crystals of intelligent creatures, and other items are useless to us. To ensure the system's sustainability, the Law Masters created a separate plug-in that allows the system to collect emotion crystals as currency to replenish the energy consumed by the system in recovering items from multiple planes."
This is the truth about points.
Yan Jue frowned slightly after hearing this and said carefully, "You mean you only collect emotion crystals to replenish your consumed energy? Apart from that, you won't collect anything else, right?"
The system was too difficult to understand, and Yan Jue couldn't help but feel uneasy unless he heard the answer from 91 himself.
91 repeated again: "This system is a formal system."
Yan Jue inexplicably heard a hint of gnashing of teeth in these words, but he didn't blame him for being long-winded. It was because after they had such a big golden finger, they were worried that the other party would ask for a huge amount of money. Suddenly they found out that they only needed to pay a tiny amount. This was a strong contrast. Who would dare to believe it immediately without thinking?
Perhaps fearing that Yan Jue would ask another bizarre question, 91 took the initiative to say, "Emotions are dispensable to players, but they are precious to the system. Similarly, players find the system's ability to send and receive items from different planes magical, but to the system, it's insignificant."
“It’s just a different perception.”
Yan Jue narrowed his eyes. "'Precious' to supplement 'insignificant'? Does that mean you took a kickback?"
91: I never expected that players could interpret it from such a tricky angle.
"Does the player have any other questions?"
Seeing the customer service representative's evasive response, Yan Jue had a clue and asked, "Nor and the others sent me items from this plane. Did they also consume emotion crystals? What about Zhuo Feng's injuries?"
"Yes. The cubs are unaware of the existence of points and emotion crystals, so please keep them secret. However, healing Burning Wind consumes the player's own emotion crystals; the cubs' own emotional crystals cannot be used for healing or other purposes."
Yan Jue nodded and stopped asking questions: "Okay, I will keep it a secret."
If he continued to ask, he would have to ask why 91 existed and why multiple dimensions were connected so that he could raise cubs. 91 obviously wouldn't say, and he wouldn't waste his breath.
"Now that I know the true meaning of points, how do I proceed with the other ways you mentioned earning points?"
Could it be possible to collect the positive emotions of multiple people? Yan Jue couldn't wait to earn a lot of points and no longer have to worry about one or two points.
91: "When the player holds the system, I can collect the positive emotions of all intelligent creatures within a 500-meter radius centered on the player. Since the emotions don't come from the player, the system is limited to only collecting one-tenth of the total amount."
Yan Jue's eyes lit up, and he felt that this approach had a lot of room for operation.
There was no need to mention the handheld system; he could just use a phone with the game installed. A 500-meter radius might sound small, but if he went to a party or performance, given the density and enthusiasm of the audience, his points would definitely increase rapidly. It was practically a free deal.
He suddenly understood why the customer service had been so insistent on paying. So this was the difference between buying individually and wholesale? The system really didn't want to suffer any loss.
As for whether the customer service made a profit from the price difference, Yan Jue no longer cared in the face of the huge points that were about to be awarded.
The power of a country is strong and rapid.
The next day, Yan Jue left the Special Management Bureau headquarters and came to an ordinary army unit in Jing City.
This location was chosen for two reasons: first, to test the speed of scoring, to earn more points first as a precaution, and second, for safety. Although phones were generally not lost, the thought of Yan Jue walking around with this unique golden finger in the world filled them with fear, and they wished they could double the number of plainclothes officers protecting Yan Jue.
So Yan Jue, who looked weak and powerless compared to the soldiers, was surrounded by three people and entered the army to watch the soldiers training.
Are the soldiers curious? They are extremely curious.
Of course, anyone who sees someone sitting on a small chair, holding an umbrella, playing with their phone in the middle of a formal training ground in a military camp would be curious. Who is this person? He's even more impressive than the leader, the only thing missing is the word "arrogant" printed on a sign.
However, the "arrogant" person himself was actually on pins and needles.
Yan Jue once again tugged at the clothes of Pan Wencheng, who was accompanying him on the field trip, and whispered, "Director Pan, can we take down the parasol and chair? I can just stand."
The training ground was circular, and even though they had chosen a position to hide their bodies, they could still be seen from certain angles. In other words, every soldier who ran past could see him, and even if Yan Jue had the strongest mental fortitude, he couldn't withstand such a toll.
Pan Wencheng, always easygoing, refused. "No, Xiaojue, you're weak. You'll definitely get heatstroke if you stay in this scorching sun for a while. Sit down. We still have over an hour to go in this training session. Just hold on. We'll have to go to another unit after dinner."
Although the purpose is to gain points, they will not deliberately increase the training volume of the troops and disrupt the original training plan. They want to win by quantity.
Pan Wencheng understood Yan Jue's concerns: "Don't worry about their opinions, just stay here peacefully."
Yan Jue was on the verge of tears, wanting to say that he wasn't that delicate, that he was a normal, ordinary person who could stand in the summer sun for two hours without any harm. However, Director Pan and the other two escorts were adamant that Yan Jue, with his flabby body and his constant habit of staying in the courtyard, must be in poor physical condition.
Considering the importance of the phone and himself, they must guard against it and reject any possibility of him getting sick or injured.
For the first time, Yan Jue, the salted fish, wondered if he should ask Director Pan to find someone to train him. Or perhaps he could take a shortcut and request a meal of Atlantis seafood?
The images of the two seafood flashed through Yan Jue's mind, and he instantly lost his appetite. At that moment, he suddenly envied those who had never seen what seafood looked like, yet could eat them without any problems.
"How much have the points increased to?"
Pan Wencheng's words brought Yan Jue back from his trance. He glanced down and said, "It's over two hundred."
From the double digits at the beginning to now, the increase is quite surprising.
Pan Wencheng nodded and said casually, "It seems that the troops are still a little short of people. We can report to the higher-ups later and take you to some large-scale parties or performances. It will be safe there."
He suddenly thought of something, slapped his forehead, and asked apologetically, "Xiao Jue, is there any place you want to go? We can go with you. Moving around is a good way to gather positive emotions, and it might be more effective than staying in a fixed place."
"You stay in the Special Management Bureau all day, don't you want to go out and take a look?"
Yan Jue thought about Pan Wencheng's words and realized that he really had no idea where to go, not even a destination. He was used to it and threw the question back to Pan Wencheng, "You guys decide. I don't have anywhere I want to go right now, and it's hot, so I don't feel like running around outside."
"But if there's somewhere you want me to go, I'll definitely pack my bags without saying a word."
Pan Wencheng gave him a worried look and said helplessly, "Let's wait for the higher-ups to decide. I just said it casually."
In order to change the subject, he asked about Zhuo Feng's situation: "How is Zhuo Feng? He still refuses to see you?"
Nuoer had been dropping by the kindergarten occasionally these past few days, acting as a little undercover to update Yan Jue on the progress of discussions between his father and the high priest. Zhuo Feng, on the other hand, hadn't appeared before Yan Jue since his last departure. When playing with Nuoer, he'd immediately run back to the dormitory the moment he sensed Yan Jue's presence.
This made Noel ask Yan Jue seriously whether he had made his brother Zhuofeng angry.
Yan Jue had originally thought so, but favorability wasn't something you could fool. Up to this point, Zhuo Feng's favorability rating had slowly risen to forty. Despite the ups and downs, it was generally trending in a positive direction.
"I think when he wants to see me, he should give me a big gift." Yan Jue smiled. "According to the rate at which his favorability is increasing, it probably won't be long before he talks to me about why he stole the Purple Blood Ganoderma."
Behind this guilty and troubled look, there must be something big. Considering the question he asked during their last meeting, it shouldn't be long before a surprise is revealed.
Sure enough, on the afternoon of the third day when Yan Jue went out to earn points, Zhuo Feng took the initiative to send him a private message.
[Zhuo Feng: Teacher, are you free tonight?]
Yan Jue raised his eyebrows, and the tiredness of being an audience member outside was swept away.
[Teacher Yan Jue: Yes. Zhuo Feng wants to talk to me about something?]
[Zhuo Feng: Yeah.]
Following a simple "hmm," a system prompt appeared: [Zhuo Feng invites you to his dormitory. Would you like to go?]
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