Chapter 13 The Greatest Sample: These five people were actually among the fewest...
For a moment, Du Yu thought he had been exposed.
Seeing that everyone was so frightened that they kept their distance from the man in white, they realized that they had encountered someone in the same profession.
This cannot be blamed on Du Yu's slowness. After all, as a candidate for evil god, she does not need the "beware of evil gods" rule that treasure hunters put first.
The subordinate of the "colleague" in front of him ignored the unusual reaction of Cat Beard and his group.
He took photos of the monster's corpse with a pained expression. He stretched out his hand in mid-air, and an ordinary medical kit appeared out of thin air. Just then, his fingers touched the surface of the medical kit, and he opened the kit very smoothly to take samples from the monster's corpse.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and Lao Cai rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his arms. Du Yu, perched atop the six-winged white dove, had his eyes shining.
"166, can I synthesize things from this spirit world?"
Du Yu is in dire need of these medical supplies. The junkyard can only synthesize basic materials; sophisticated medical instruments like the one the man in white pulled out cannot be synthesized from just three pieces of glass.
166, as if smelling something foul, very human-like, covered its beak with one wing: [Yes, but synthesis can only synthesize real, existing materials.]
It's perfectly reasonable that things in dreams might be fake, but what Du Yu is even more curious about is that there are actually real things here?
How can I tell the difference?
Look with your eyes closed.
Upon hearing this, Du Yu closed his eyes. Without the interference of sight, the sounds of the environment became more acute. Some noisy, distorted, and fragmented sounds entered his ears, like fine threads weaving dynamic images in his mind.
Du Yu "looked" over and saw that the walls, the sky, the ground, and the dilapidated courtyard before the cataclysm had disappeared, leaving only strangely shaped gray fog. The world was now just shades of gray, desolate and illusory.
Du Yu, without any instruction, suddenly realized: these are the false existences in the spirit world.
Anything that cannot be synthesized is meaningless. Du Yu looked at the only patch of color in a hazy world. Strangely, when she "saw" these colors, her normal vision returned.
Two different images appeared in his mind at the same time, and Du Yu suddenly understood the "leap" he had completed before starting his journey through the spirit world. A normal person's brain probably couldn't process this level of information.
The old vegetable standing in front was the least conspicuous in color, a near-dark gray-black. However, compared to the ever-swirling mist, this black was very pure and deep, faintly revealing an ominous aura.
The cat's whiskers were also very easy to spot; they were the smallest and brightest among the group. Within the silvery light cluster, a bright band of light faintly crisscrossed and twisted, forming a figure-eight shape with its ends connected.
Shen Xijing, who was staring nervously at the man in white, was a bright and vibrant pink. The moment the pink caught Du Yu's eye, he could also "see" the scent of flowers and the dampness of spring rain.
Aliya Kolenina's colors were a battle-hardened dark red and withered brown, the boundary between the two colors faintly echoing with the hum of clashing swords. Du Yu began to understand why this taciturn girl's nickname was "Mighty."
The color of Wenren Qiu, the scholar of secrets, gave Du Yu the most contradictory feeling. Deep within a mysterious and cold blue, there was an incongruous patch of dirty red, right in the position symbolizing the heart.
For some reason, the dirty red mass that looked like a rotting heart gave Du Yu a very bad feeling; the first time he "saw" it, his ears felt a burning pain.
More importantly—
Du Yu could "see" what was beneath her without looking down. In her "vision," she was a ball of purple light that kept cycling between light and dark purple, while 166 was a ball of somewhat dirty white light.
Unlike the others in the team, the "Xiao Ran" controlled by Du Yu was entirely white, with the edges still stained with a faint gray, but in the heart area, she had a dirty red patch, just like Wenren Qiu!
Although Xiao Ran's heart area was a darker color, the unmistakable aura between them was undeniable; there must be a connection between them!
Since "Xiao Ran" is a "container" created by a certain being, is Wenren Qiu, who has a similar aura to her, also related to that being?
Du Yu stared at the dirty red spot on Wenren Qiu's heart for a while—from this angle, she seemed to be able to easily obtain information.
Unfortunately, she had a vague premonition that if the dirty red stain had remained in the corner, like the gray under Xiao Ran's feet now, she could still find a way to "peel" off the color.
But now that red mass has taken over the heart, and even though Wenren Qiu looks much more normal than Xiao Ran, who is already a "container," Du Yu still can't separate it.
To that being, Wenren Qiu and Xiao Ran's states were practically indistinguishable; it was simply a matter of when He would want to flick a finger and erase Wenren Qiu's consciousness.
Du Yu shook her head inwardly. This five-person team now included an unknown entity that had stuffed in a "container" and Wenren Qiu. Behind them was the trap set by the powerful Quark Pharmaceuticals. In front of them was the territory of an unknown evil god. Oh, and there was also her, the evil god's prospective agent, forcefully watching from the sidelines.
Interesting, extremely interesting. Du Yu found this group increasingly intriguing; a mere five people had managed to get involved in a struggle between at least three factions. Truly impressive.
However... apart from these outsiders, Du Yu didn't see a single colored one. Du Yu wasn't so deranged as to synthesize living people—besides, she needed these people to contribute faith points to her.
Du Yu regretfully withdrew his "gaze," and when he opened his eyes, the man in white had just finished the entire sampling process. He looked at the monster's corpse with regret, sighed, muttered a few words, and got up to look at the group.
"So you're the new security guards, right? Remember this: these are valuable assets of the lab. You're insured if something happens to you, but these are things money can't buy!"
The man in white pointed at the leader of the group and launched into a tirade. If Du Yu hadn't "seen" his true face, she would have been almost unable to discern any inhumanity in this dream creation.
Are deep dreams really that real? "Xiao Ran" is just an intern in the pirate crew and doesn't have much experience in this area, but just by looking at Cat Whiskers and Old Vegetable's expressions, Du Yu knows that the answer is probably no.
"Alright, my surname is Qin. I'm going to move some samples. You guys follow me, but don't be clumsy this time!"
The man in white, whose chest was adorned with a plaque reading "Qin Liangping Class A Research Institute," turned around and began to ramble on about the sample handling procedures.
Old Cai's face was grim. He exchanged a glance with Cat Whiskers, but gritted his teeth and led the team after them. At this point, their only chance of escape was to gamble and find the core of the dream; otherwise…
Qin Liangping seemed to be of a very high rank. As he led the group into the high-rise building, people inside greeted him as they passed by the strangely decorated rooms.
Qin Liangping merely nodded slightly in response, and those around him seemed accustomed to it, not feeling slighted. This man, who was so talkative in front of his test subjects, was surprisingly taciturn and somewhat indifferent towards his own kind.
Not only Qin Liangping, but everyone in this research institute gave off a strange feeling. Although there were quite a few people around, everyone was in a hurry, rarely spoke, and had extremely indifferent expressions, with only a few flashes of fanaticism occasionally appearing.
Shen Xijing shrank her neck and whispered in Cat Whiskers' ear, "Little Cat Sister, I can't explain why, but the environment here makes me feel very uncomfortable."
The sound was so clear to Du Yu that it was like a whisper. Du Yu switched to "spiritual vision" mode and noticed that the bright and vibrant pink color on Shen Xijing's body had dimmed and shrunk considerably.
Strangely, although the surrounding environment was oppressive, only Shen Xijing showed obvious discomfort, and even the dirty red on Wenren Qiu and "Xiao Ran" became a little brighter.
Wait a minute, if Shen Xijing's pink were a little darker and deeper, and Xiao Ran's dirty red a little brighter, wouldn't the two colors be very similar?
Is that unknown being related to the dream, or is it the evil god that Wenren Qiu sensed before?
If it really is Him, wouldn't He have been there when the team entered the mist rift? What was His purpose? A Shen Xijing whose traits somewhat resemble His divine authority?
He's an evil god, after all; his ambitions can't be limited to this.
The information wasn't enough, and Du Yu couldn't deduce the other side's true thoughts.
Cat Whiskers in front of her did not take Shen Xijing's strange behavior lightly. After finding nothing amiss, she pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her arm and held it upright in front of her. Without moving her arm, she used her wrist to wave her hand like a lucky cat, and meowed. With her other hand, she touched her cheek and pulled out a long, semi-transparent whisker-like hair.
After plucking the whisker, Cat Whiskers jumped off Wenren Qiu's arms, its body elongating into a slightly pale-faced girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old. The number of the three sets of black lines on its face, resembling whiskers, changed to three on the left and two on the right.
It seems that this beard-like thing is very important, even for an A-level ability user, it is a considerable drain. Shen Xijing took it with tears in her eyes, the beard merged into her palm and turned into a hand line.
Du Yu couldn't read palms, but he could tell that Shen Xijing's pale pink had brightened considerably after she got the beard. Although it hadn't returned to its previous state, it no longer resembled that dirty red blob.
Looking at that faintly familiar silver ball of light, Du Yu stroked his chin. The power of fate? And the power of good fortune?
It is said that in some areas, finding a cat's whiskers is a symbol of good luck. Is this the origin of the nickname "cat whiskers"?
This was the first time Du Yu had seen an A-level trait since transmigrating into the book, and it indeed had a mysterious and abstract quality when used.
After Cat Whiskers finished using his ability, the group navigated the winding corridors and stopped right at the entrance to a basement.
Qin Liangping seemed oblivious to the changes in the cat's whiskers' appearance. He reiterated the importance of the sample before entering a long, complex key at the door, his tone revealing a hint of pride:
"This will be the greatest biological discovery of this century!"
"vomit--"
Despite having completed several missions, Shen Xijing almost vomited at the sight before her. The more senior members, while not as distraught, were also ashen-faced.
Du Yu glanced at it and had to admit that human imagination can sometimes be a terrifying thing.
A note from the author:
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The data is a bit poor, so we might try changing the title soon. Hope you don't forget our Dudu! (orz)
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A missing mother, a sick sister, and a woman in debt.
Because of poverty, Su Wanli chose the most lucrative profession of card maker and raced down the road to becoming the top salesman.
She failed to awaken her destined card for the third time, and was just about to find a pedestrian bridge to sell the card when she suddenly drew a strange card number 199.
199 claimed that the world was a novel about a protagonist's triumphant comeback, and that all the supporting characters were merely foils for the main character, repeating this over and over in her ear:
We're all human, so why shouldn't you be the protagonist? Do as I say, steal the protagonist's luck, and you too can become the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel.
The protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel? Then he shouldn't be short of money, right?
Under its persuasion, the host was indeed moved.
Just as 199 was feeling smug, he saw Su Wanli pause for three seconds to think, and then head straight for the protagonist?
Hey! Isn't it too early to harm the protagonist? We should be plotting something behind the scenes first!
Su Wanli cheerfully ignored the strange cards' shouts and brazenly stood in front of the transfer student, enthusiastically promoting them:
"Hey kid, wanna buy a Star Card? Handmade, high-end custom-made!"
Why would the main character even notice your ordinary, low-level card!
199 was filled with impotent rage, but then the protagonist pondered for a moment and actually bought them all?!
Selling low-level cards to drain the protagonist's wallet—was this also part of your plan, host?
The protagonist improves his strength, while Su Wanli is making cards.
The protagonist is winning people's hearts, and Su Wanli is haggling with a card material dealer.
The protagonist is venturing into a dungeon, and Su Wanli is trying to sell cards to the dungeon NPCs.
The host completely disregarded the novel's plot, focusing solely on creating and selling cards as he pleased.
It only took 199 three days to go from being full of ambition to being utterly despondent.
But can anyone tell it why the protagonist came up to it when the host did nothing?
Purchasing large quantities of useless, low-level cards wastes funds, and may even result in the direct surrender of one's wallet.
Join the protagonist's team, share the protagonist's opportunities, and inexplicably replace the protagonist as the team leader.
Even during the protagonist's most glorious moments, Su Wanli stole the show.
199 hesitantly discovered that the host hadn't done anything, yet the task of plundering fortune had been completed on its own?
But why was the protagonist happier without the opportunities presented in the original story?
Why is the world's consciousness stronger after the Chosen One was weakened?
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The gifts of fate come at a high price; after numerous accidents, Li Weiming became disheartened and exiled himself.
Until a girl suddenly stood in front of him and started selling.
Tired of the adventures, Li Weiming initially wanted to refuse, but suddenly hesitated: These cards... seem to really just be the lowest-level general-purpose star cards?
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Before knowing the world was a novel, Su Wanli made, sold, and produced cards.
After learning that the world was a novel, Su Wanli made cards, sold cards... and when he sold them all, he continued making cards.
Apart from having a strange card that keeps making random noises, Su Wanli's peaceful card-selling career remained unchanged.
One day, Li Weiming suddenly handed her his destiny card. She casually put it in her pocket, and then the strange card emitted a deafening scream. Su Wanli finally realized something was wrong.
Did a strange voice claiming to be the World Consciousness just say that she has escaped the fate of falling into the abyss, thus elevating the world and making her the writer of the Book of the World?
Never mind... that's not important. Hey friend, wanna buy a card?
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