Chapter 14 Entering the Dungeon
There is something really amazing about this new employee.
Ye Xiaoxuan had seen her before. She was the little girl she rescued in the suburbs that day. The key point was that this person seemed to have some unusual background. With her around, Manager Li was not so angry anymore.
So much so that these days, she didn't get any energy from her colleagues, all of it came from Manager Li.
But she didn't seem very happy and always looked worried.
In fact, Ye Xiaoxuan felt good. Lin Xiaoyu was indeed a little anxious these days.
Because the copy is about to be opened.
As for the copy, Lin Xiaoyu had never been in it before.
All I know is that it is something that has existed for a long time, almost as old as the supernatural. The types of copies are all kinds of strange, including urban, fairy tales, fantasy, magic, martial arts, science fiction, supernatural... all are possible, it all depends on the inner state of the "polluter".
The copy itself has five levels: A, B, C, D, and E. The higher the level, the greater the risk factor and the higher the probability of death.
Apart from the level, all information about the copy is dangerous before it appears, including how it appears, where it appears, and when it appears.
Even this level of monitoring technology took the Bureau of Supernatural Powers decades to master, and there is still a possibility of error.
Once ordinary people enter the copy, they are doomed. Even if they are lucky enough to get powerful containment items, they may still be unable to escape the possibility of being contaminated in the end.
Every time a copy is opened, the candidates are often randomly selected by the copy. Fortunately, the Ability Bureau has special props to increase the possibility of the superpowers being selected, but ordinary people may still be selected.
I don’t know if she can be selected this time.
…
While Lin Xiaoyu was worried, Ye Xiaoxuan began to prepare for her second live broadcast.
With the experience from last time, she believed that the operation would be much smoother this time.
However, just as the show was about to start, a sizzling sound of oil popping suddenly came from outside the window.
A burst of delicious fragrance hit her, making her stomach growl.
Ye Xiaoxuan opened the window, and the night wind filled with the smell of fireworks blew in her face.
At the street corner downstairs, Lao Wang from the next unit was selling cold noodles in front of a tricycle.
Lao Wang was one of the programmers laid off last month by Yaoliang Technology, a company next to Xingchen Technology.
Ye Xiaoxuan still remembers how he looked the day he was asked to leave the building by the security guard - he was standing outside in a plaid shirt, his work badge hanging loosely around his neck, and his glasses were dirty.
The former boss even "passed by", patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Wang, keep in touch in the future." His tone was so hypocritical that it was disgusting.
It is said that Lao Wang had offended him somehow and was targeted by him.
He used to be a programmer, but now, the hands that used to type on the keyboard are holding a spatula, flipping cold noodles and eggs on the iron plate, his movements clumsy but serious.
Alas, it’s not easy. Seeing this, Ye Xiaoxuan couldn’t help but sigh. If she remembered correctly, he should still have a mortgage to pay off.
I had been looking for a job before but couldn't find one. I didn't expect that I would now cross over and start selling cold noodles.
"The eggs are going to burn." Zi squatted on the windowsill without knowing when, her red pupils glowing slightly in the night.
Ye Xiaoxuan looked at it like this and was a little confused for a moment.
It feels like it looks different now.
Ye Xiaoxuan was about to speak when she suddenly narrowed her eyes.
But a figure walked towards Lao Wang's stall before her.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Lao Wang's former boss.
Ye Xiaoxuan stood in the rental house and saw the boss with a beer belly and a well-dressed suit that didn't fit in with the worldly atmosphere.
He stood in front of the stall, the tips of his leather shoes avoiding the oil stains on the ground with disdain, but his voice was deliberately raised, as if he was afraid that passers-by would not hear:
"Hey, Mr. Wang? It's really you!"
Lao Wang's back stiffened for a moment, and the shovel fell onto the iron plate with a clang.
He picked it up slowly, without looking up: "Want...anything to add?"
"Add sausage and eggs." He took out his wallet. "Add more spicy sauce."
The oil on the iron plate burst with a "crackling" sound. Lao Wang did not dodge and let the hot oil splash on the back of his hand.
His forehead was glistening with sweat under the street light, his eyes behind his glasses were fixed on the iron plate, and he was concentrating on his work.
The former boss was not idle while waiting for his meal: "The company recently took on a big project, which is the system you were previously responsible for..." He smiled, "The new guy finished the reconstruction in two days."
Lao Wang paused as he was turning the banknote. He wanted to leave, but the bill was nine dollars, so thinking about his mortgage, he continued.
“But you’re pretty good.”
He took the cold noodles and scanned the code to pay. "Others just lay down when they lose their jobs, but you can find a new job directly." He glanced at the tricycle meaningfully, "At least you can save yourself ten years of detours."
The notification sound of nine dollars arriving to the account was particularly crisp.
Lao Wang stood there, watching his back disappear around the corner, then he slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with his sleeve - or maybe he wiped his eyes.
Ye Xiaoxuan stood there, inexplicably feeling that something was wrong with the environment on Lao Wang's side.
There's an inexplicable... familiar feeling of oppression.
"Not good!" She reacted immediately, grabbed her coat and rushed out, and Zi turned into a beam of light and followed her.
When she got downstairs, Lao Wang's former boss had already walked away with the cold noodles.
Lao Wang stood in front of the stall, and the oil stains on the iron plate gradually turned black.
"Lao Wang..." She just opened her mouth and saw that Lao Wang's eyes were red. Not the kind of red from crying, but the kind of red that felt like magma was flowing in his blood vessels.
"Xiao Ye." Lao Wang's voice was surprisingly calm. "How can people be so..."
His words stopped abruptly. A black-red light exploded from his heart, instantly enveloping his entire body.
Ye Xiaoxuan dodged subconsciously, but found it was of no use.
The fear of being turned back to her original form when she transformed into a magical girl for the first time came over her, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.
Wait until she opens her eyes again.
The tricycle was intact, but the cold noodles on the iron plate had turned into burnt black residue, as if they were carbonized instantly by some high temperature. And Lao Wang...
Lao Wang is missing.
Instead, there was a dark red vortex suspended above the stall, about two meters in diameter, with oil-like sparks occasionally bursting out from the edge.
The darkness at the center of the vortex was as thick as asphalt, and the distorted shadows of kitchen utensils could be vaguely seen.
What is this...
"This is the spiritual space of the polluter." Zi answered her doubts at this time, "You also call it a copy."
Copy?
Ye Xiaoxuan was about to step forward when she suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of her right hand.
A blood-red number "10" appeared on the skin, and then turned into "9", "8"...
"Countdown." Zi was not surprised by this situation and immediately jumped onto her shoulder, "The copy is forcibly summoning you!"
Yeah?
Before Ye Xiaoxuan could understand what that meant, she was sucked into the big hole.
Ye Xiaoxuan was sucked away, but the people around her didn't know what happened. Hearing the noise, a few brave passers-by gathered around and pointed at Lao Wang's stall.
"Did you hear that? There seemed to be a loud bang here just now!"
“Did the gas tank explode?”
"Should we call the police?"
On this side, Ye Xiaoxuan entered the copy.
On the other side, Lin Xiaoyu also received this countdown. As she wished, she was also selected by the copy.
Lin Xiaoyu subconsciously clenched his fists. What exactly was in front of, or inside, this copy?
Some are happy and some are worried. Lin Xiaoyu entered the copy as she wished, but Tian Zihan was excluded.
In her mind, she asked Xiao Cui: "I failed again, why can't I get in?"
Xiao Cui could only comfort her and said:
"Each instance has a threshold. Zi Han, your strength has far exceeded the upper limit of the instance, so you are naturally excluded from it."
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