She watched with a smile as William fled in a somewhat flustered manner.
Gu Xinghe casually handed the last cup of "Misfortune" to a customer who was relatively close to him.
He then said that his half-hour workday was over and waved goodbye to the sober guests who hadn't yet had a drink.
They gained a group of die-hard fans who seemed to have a masochistic streak, and the first side quest had already been over-fulfilled.
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The above data may also include (20/10) or even (30/10).
From the beginner dungeons onward, Gu Xinghe felt that his game dungeon experience had always been quite magical.
He nodded and greeted the bartender who had come to take his place.
Gu Xinghe recognized this person as the one he had seen in the information transmitted through the mirror yesterday.
That office worker who complained that even though two new bartenders had arrived, he still had to work overtime.
"Oh, bartender, what will I do without you!"
You are the reason I live!
"My misfortune, my muse!"
At this moment, Gu Xinghe was once again under the protection of a group of tavern security guards.
I struggled to walk out from behind the bar amidst a group of guests performing mad literature.
While Gu Xinghe had already leisurely left work, the other players were in dire straits—
Sun Zhenbo's scheduled work time is 10 PM.
At this time, all the other roommates in the four-person dormitory had gone to work.
He was able to be alone in the empty staff dormitory.
He was taking a shower in the dormitory bathroom before starting his evening work.
The scalding hot water hit him, but Sun Zhenbo only felt cold all over.
With his hands covered in icy coldness, he felt as if his senses were gradually fading away.
Their own bodies are slowly being driven away from this world.
After turning off the hot water, Sun Zhenbo, soaking wet, walked towards the mirror next to him in the bathroom.
His reflection in the mirror showed a tired face, with bloodshot eyes.
However, what made him look even more terrifying in the mirror was his upper body, which had undergone various abnormal changes.
He turned halfway around, looking at the fleshy growths that were rampant on his back.
It was some kind of unknown life form taking root in his body.
It devoured his flesh, his sanity, and even his soul.
Sun Zhenbo felt as if his spirit had been forcibly cleaved in two, splitting into two different halves.
He stroked the image of his back in the mirror with fascination.
It was clearly a plant that had just sprouted from the soil, diligently absorbing nutrients.
It exudes a strange yet robust "vitality" that is captivating.
But as he was being stared at, Sun Zhenbo suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of nausea.
“Ugh—ugh—ugh—”
He braced his hands on the edge of the sink and vomited uncontrollably into it.
Bloody, flesh-colored tumors mixed with some unidentified mucus were expelled.
Sun Zhenbo looked at himself in the mirror with a face full of fear.
The person in the mirror seemed extremely frightened. He put his left hand into his mouth, pressed down on the base of his tongue, and dug into his throat.
Despite not having eaten all day, the body was unable to vomit anything more.
Watching the person in the mirror perform a series of actions.
Sun Zhenbo then realized that this was also an action he had made.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that I am actually the one who performs these actions.
But he seems to have lost the ability to truly empathize.
Looking at the obviously more disgusting thing in the sink, Sun Zhenbo did not feel the nausea he had felt before.
He blinked blankly.
It looks like a program that has just had its code input and run.
Mechanically, he walked into the shower area and washed his body, which was filthy from vomiting.
The only sound in the cramped bathroom was the constant dripping of water onto the floor.
The sink, which should have been covered in vomit, was empty in the mirror.
It seems that everything that just happened was merely Sun Zhenbo's imagination.
The light bulb on the bathroom ceiling was flickering and swaying.
The mirror reflected an eerie light under the lamplight.
After taking a shower, Sun Zhenbo carefully put on his clothes.
His increasingly muscular body stretched his clothes to the brim.
But he carefully buttoned up every single button, covering up every unusual thing about his body.
...
Bar counter A2 in the cocktail area.
"Tch, what kind of drink did you mix?! It has no flavor at all, it's not strong at all!"
Luo Zhiye did not refute, but simply smiled at the guests in front of him.
He recognized the person in front of him as the customer who had drunk at Gu Xinghe's place the night before and wanted to come back today.
However, tonight, the other party inexplicably had a large number of enthusiastic customers.
This meant that the person wouldn't have the chance to drink Gu Xinghe's cocktails again tonight.
Judging from his current behavior, he is probably still savoring the taste of that glass of wine from last night.
[Tsk, why are people in this world so peculiar in their tastes?]
This is what Mr. Moncalli, the first person to patronize the tavern, was like.
This group of random customers is the same way now.
As a bartender like Gu Xinghe, Luo Zhiye knew that their tasks must be the same.
At this point, he was certain that Gu Xinghe's first side quest had been completed.
Luo Zhiye was jealous of the huge progress the other party had made in the mission in such a short time.
Gu Xinghe's bartending skills were clearly terrible.
The current situation is definitely related to some methods he obtained in previous game instances.
What's more, while everyone else was still working, he was given special treatment and allowed to leave work early.
Luo Zhiye recalled how Zhao Han had asked Gu Xinghe to help everyone, but Gu Xinghe had ignored him.
His heart was filled with malice.
The glass in his hand had been polished until it shone brightly, gleaming silver in the dim light.
Luo Zhiye was now free and wiping cups.
The tavern was packed with customers, but not many people ordered drinks from him.
Most of the customers came because of Gu Xinghe.
After Gu Xinghe left work, I tried to click on [Misfortune] on him as well.
However, they all agreed that it was bland and tasteless.
It tastes similar to what I had in the tavern before, but it's missing something this time.
A few people who were lucky enough to drink Gu Xinghe's "Misfortune" last night, but will miss out on tasting it tonight.
We reminisced about the excitement of last night.
The others, who had never even tried it, expressed longing after hearing the descriptions from the "seniors."
Luo Zhiye speculated that the crowds supporting Gu Xinghe would only grow larger tomorrow night and in the coming days.
As for himself...
Others showed little interest in ordering drinks from him, let alone being satisfied with his cocktails.
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