Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Technology Failure
City B
Urban Village
In a small single room, a young man in his early twenties opened his eyes with a lingering look of fear in them, as if he had not yet recovered from something.
He Junxia subconsciously covered his chest tightly. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his clean white T-shirt that was not stained with blood. The fear in his eyes turned into joy of surviving the disaster.
444 didn't lie to him, he really was alive.
To be precise, he blocked the knife that was meant to stab the department director for a medical troublemaker. After he died after failed attempts to save him at the hospital, a system calling itself 444 came to him and asked if he was willing to take on a disaster mission.
As long as you accumulate 100,000,000 points, you can be resurrected on the spot.
His parents are old, and he is the only son in the family. Let alone 100 million, even if it is 1 billion points, He Junxia will agree without hesitation.
Now it is his first mission, and the mission requirement is to [survive for two years].
According to the contract, only by successfully completing three novice tasks can the interns be promoted to full-time employees of the Space-Time Administration. Those who fail the novice tasks will be sent back to their original world to be reincarnated.
He Junxia clenched his fists.
He must complete the mission and return to see his parents alive.
[Whether to receive world information]
【yes】
A huge amount of information instantly flooded into He Junxia's brain, and countless memories floated towards him like snowflakes.
It hurts!
My head is about to explode.
He Junxia felt as if a pair of chopsticks were stirring frantically in his brain. Unable to resist, he could only roll around in pain on the 1.5-meter-long bed.
【444: Host, stay awake and don't faint. This is to develop your spiritual consciousness.
The tender child's voice brought He Junxia back to consciousness from the extreme chaos and pain. He tried hard to stay awake - his fingers dug deep into his arms, causing streams of bright red liquid to flow out. His teeth bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and the taste of blood and rust filled his mouth.
[Disaster Mission System 444 violated the rules by leaking information to the host. Penalty: Three sessions of the Small Black Room.]
A bone-chilling mechanical sound rang in his mind, and He Junxia's eyes suddenly opened wide. His consciousness, which had been in so much pain that he almost wanted to give up, became firm again.
Can't faint!
Time passed in an instant, and then it seemed like an eternity. The sun was high in the sky, glaring through the window. The young man on the messy bed opened his eyes again.
He felt very good now, as if the pain before was just a nightmare.
[System system?]
[444, 444, are you still there?]
The familiar child's voice didn't appear, and He Junxia's eyes flashed with worry. He stood up and went to the bathroom to look at the pale face in the mirror, and a few lines of information naturally emerged in his mind.
He Junxia, male, 23, a college graduate, works at a company in City B. His hometown is Hejia Village, City C. His parents are farmers. His younger sister, He Junqiu, 17, is a sophomore at the county high school.
Apart from the different life experiences and family situations, the appearance and name of this body are exactly the same as his own.
Of course, this is not a coincidence. The Space-Time Administration has reduced the difficulty for interns.
Because there is no client for the novice mission and no client's body for the tasker to use, the Space-Time Administration generously customizes a healthy body for each trainee tasker, and all the body's values are at their peak.
Including the relevant information he just obtained was just a temporary setting of the Space-Time Administration, not that there was such a person.
He Junxia took off her clothes and turned on the shower. The perfect amount of hot water poured down, filling the small bathroom with drifting steam.
The rushing water washed away his fatigue, but also brought a stinging pain to his arms and tongue. In order to keep himself clear, he almost bit the tip of his tongue.
He Junxia hissed a few times and opened his mouth to spit out some blood foam. It was so painful.
After a quick shower, He Junxia, hair still damp, picked up her phone beside her pillow and checked her current savings. Great! 20,000 yuan in her salary card, plus some loose change from a few payment apps, totaling 27,639.8 yuan.
Twenty-seven thousand is neither too much nor too little. If you use it all to buy food, it will definitely last you two years.
The question is, will the disaster mission be that simple?
He Junxia found it unlikely.
The Space-Time Administration is the equivalent of a monopoly super-corporation. Anyone who's ever been a corporate slave knows that no matter how good the company's benefits are, they're not charity. The more you get from the company, the more you have to give (except for connections).
He Junxia also remembered a saying that was widely circulated on the Internet: My neighbors stockpile food, so I stockpile guns. My neighbors are my granary.
The words may be rough, but the truth is there.
If he does not have enough ability to protect himself after a disaster, no matter how much he hoards, it will be in vain to give to others.
Besides, disasters are divided into man-made disasters and natural disasters, and there are countless types, such as fire, flood, earthquake, terrorist attacks, etc. Different disasters require stockpiling different items.
He Junxia has also read several novels about natural disasters.
Since the mission given by 444 is to survive for two years, it means that the disaster is very likely to be a long-term disaster and we cannot rush into it.
Could it be nuclear pollution?
Otherwise, He Junxia couldn't think of any disaster that could last for two years, and the country is not a pushover.
Never mind, there's no point in thinking too much.
He Junxia began to think about her life in the next two years.
His current studio apartment, a 22-square-meter apartment, costs 800 yuan a month, or 9,000 yuan a year, and is managed by an apartment company. Excluding utilities, the two-year rent is 18,000 yuan, a substantial drain on his wallet.
Fortunately, as I remember, "he" had already paid one year's rent in advance, otherwise it would have been a real hassle.
He Junxia thought about the job assigned to him by the Space-Time Administration: one day off a day, working from 7 am to 9 pm, and after deducting five insurances and one housing fund, he only got 5,400 yuan. It was all hard-earned money.
But it's much better than medical treatment.
Medical interns not only have to pay money to the hospital, but they may also be killed by crazy medical troublemakers, like him who died.
He Junxia was really wronged, and the director he rescued was also really wronged.
The son of the medical troublemaker had a kidney transplant two years ago due to uremia. The operation was successful, but the man did not change his bad habits. After the kidney transplant, he continued to smoke, drink, stay up late, and stopped taking medication without authorization. He went back and forth for treatment several times, and his kidneys were damaged again. His condition is still incurable.
Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven.
People who voluntarily rush to the arms of the King of Hell cannot be saved even by the gods themselves. As a result, after their son died, the family hated the doctor who performed the surgery on him, believing that the doctor had embezzled their money and replaced their son's kidney with a bad one.
The director who supervised him was an unlucky doctor who was hated by the family members, and he was a medical sacrifice who was even more unlucky than the unlucky doctor.
He Junxia touched the spot where he had been stabbed by the sharp knife, as if he could still feel the intense pain when the knife went in. He couldn't help but curse him, "What a psycho! You want to die yourself and drag others down with you."
But I definitely can't continue doing this equally demanding job.
Otherwise, given the high-intensity work schedule of six days a week and one day off, he seriously suspected that he might still be working in the company when the disaster struck.
He needs a freelance job with flexible time.
He Junxia opened the mobile shopping mall, found the most popular food delivery app "Emei", downloaded the rider version of the app, and registered as a food delivery rider.
This was the best freelance job he could think of right now.
City B has a population of nearly 10 million, so there is no worry about not making money due to a lack of delivery orders. Moreover, delivery riders have flexible working hours, are paid the next day, and can also inquire about interesting stories and anecdotes outside and exercise at the same time.
Ding Dong
A verification code SMS message sent by the APP pops up on the phone.
He Junxia copied and pasted, and after several operations, the account registration was successful. However, if he wanted to accept orders, he had to provide more information, such as real-name authentication, driver's license, health certificate, etc.
According to the setting of the Space-Time Administration, "He Junxia" does not have an electric scooter driver's license, so if he wants to deliver food, he must first pass the test to get a license.
But it didn't matter. He had already passed the electric scooter driver's license test before his death. According to the information sent by the Space-Time Administration, the level of technology in this world was similar to that of his native world, so retaking the driver's license test would only take a few days.
Besides, he already needed time to get a health certificate and handle his resignation.
He Junxia bathed in the sunlight slanting into the room, looking down at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the window. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, so he decided to take a walk around the area and buy some supplies today.
As they passed the designated parking spot for electric vehicles on their way downstairs, He Junxia turned and glanced, her eyes fixed on the black electric vehicle on the left side of the upper right corner. This was the used car that "he" in her memory had bought last week for 800 yuan, intending to use it to reduce commuting time, and now it was perfect for delivering food.
He Junxia withdrew his gaze and left the community.
The first thing that caught my eye was the pile of garbage beneath the electric poles. The old streets were dotted with a variety of vegetable stalls, and the sounds of conversation between customers and vendors filled the air.
The familiar yet unfamiliar scene gradually calmed down a heart that was a little uneasy after entering a different world for the first time.
…
"Ding Dong, order accepted successfully. Navigation has been activated for you from Lao Hua Chicken Pot to Building 2, Building 3, Minghui Community."
He Junxia immediately followed the navigation instructions and drove towards the Laohua Chicken Pot.
This was his first takeout order.
On the third day after arriving in the other world, He Junxia finally obtained the documents needed to deliver food, successfully passed the offline rider training, became a food delivery rider, and officially started work on the fifth day.
Laohua Chicken Pot is easy to find. The store is not small and is located on the roadside. It is not one of those small stores that only do takeout. He Junxia arrived at her destination quickly.
He strode in and was greeted by the spicy aroma of red oil. The shop was bustling with activity. Several riders wearing the same blue and yellow jerseys were also waiting, with no intention of chatting at all.
He Junxia took the time to look at the price list on the wall. A small chicken pot was 15, a medium chicken pot was 20, and a large chicken pot was 25. Considering the prices in City B, it was still quite cheap. No wonder the takeaway business was so good.
After waiting for several minutes, He Junxia finally got his order No. 67. While waiting, the takeaway system took another order for him.
He Junxia rubbed his forehead.
It’s no wonder that the delivery man who was waiting in the store just now didn’t want to talk. It’s easy to exceed the time limit with so many orders squeezed together. Once exceeded, it’s equivalent to giving it away for free. If he gets a bad review, he will even lose money.
Now he didn't want to talk either, he just hoped to finish the delivery as soon as possible.
However, the sixth guest who did not answer the phone, reply to messages, or provide the exact address successfully delayed He Junxia's planned time by a full ten minutes.
One step slow, every step slow. He Junxia is a person who strictly abides by traffic rules, so the seventh order was naturally delayed by fifteen minutes.
Fortunately, the owner of the seventh order was a very easy-to-talk-to girl. Not only did she not care about He Junxia's overtime, but seeing that he was sweating profusely, she also gave him a bottle of slightly iced mineral water.
He Junxia took away two bags of garbage from the other person's house in return.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, after delivering the last order, he closed the order-taking system and came to Laohua Chicken Pot to order a small portion of chicken pot.
"15 yuan has been credited to my WeChat account."
The next second after the announcement sounded, He Junxia's phone screen suddenly went black.
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