He Fei came to the company half an hour early, wiped the table seriously, sat down on the seat, and began to seriously think about a question: Why do I have to come to work so early?
He was just an intern; it wasn’t a senior internship that needed to be stamped by the company, just a summer vacation forced by his parents to work part-time to do something; he didn’t even need to earn pocket money.
According to his usual style, he couldn’t be late; going to work early had been quite good; the last few days he arrived at the company half an hour earlier every day, what did he want?
Not only that, during the summer vacation, not only did he not procrastinate, he even honestly studied his homework after work and didn’t play a single game for so many days; what did he want?
Recalling what he did in the past few days, He Fei suspected that he was possessed.
But who has ever been possessed by an evil spirit that went to bed early, woke up early, worked hard, and studied hard?
He also handled the dormitory’s hygiene these days, cleaned the glass and cabinets, and hand-washed all the bedsheets and bedspreads.
He Fei’s head slammed heavily on the table, suddenly feeling that if the ghost was like this, that could be more possessions in a period of time; at least his parents wouldn’t drive him out to work.
He Fei reluctantly got to work, casually finished the work at hand, and in a change of his past style, he refused doing several colleagues’s work and relaxed on the seat to play with his phone.
At this time, the young and beautiful office sister Su came to him in front, very boldly sitting on He Fei’s lap.
At first, He Fei was surprised by her bold dress and behavior, and his body heat even increased.
But the next second, He Fei felt sick and disgusted.
Obviously she was a beautiful woman, when He Fei watched short videos, if he saw beautiful people, he’d look a little more, but now he wanted to vomit.
He pushed away Sister Su and rushed to the bathroom to dry-heave for a while, suspecting that he had some kind of disease.
Who would have thought that this Sister Su would have followed him to the men’s restroom and stood behind him and asked with concern, “Xiao Fei, what’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Do you want to take a nap? This pillow is for you.”
She stuffed a pillow into He Fei’s arms. He Fei saw the pillow, and it was even more difficult to endure. He grabbed the pillow, threw it into the cubicle toilet, and took a mop and dragged the pillow further into the toilet. It wasn’t until he couldn’t see the pattern on the pillow that He Fei felt a little more comfortable.
Big Sister Su looked at He Fei from behind, and her facial contortions had reached a level that human muscles couldn’t do.
She looked as if He Fei had desecrated the most beautiful and revered thing in her heart.
When He Fei saw her distorted expression, he realized what he had done and apologized as an afterthought: “Big Sister Su, I’m sorry, I don’t know what just happened, I… I get nauseous when I see you, vomit…”
He wanted to apologize, but he really couldn’t suppress the unbearable feeling inside and dry-heaved for a while. He simply pushed away big sister Su, returned to the office to pick up his backpack, and said to the manager, “Manager, I’m not feeling well; I’ll go to the hospital to see; I’m taking half a day off.”
He Fei kept running out of the office building before he felt a little more comfortable; he patted his head and said, “What’s wrong with me? It’s not possible that Mu Sichen got some disease and infected me, right?”
He was wondering when his cell phone rang.
He received an email.
He clicked on the email.
— My Ideal Town sincerely invites you to participate in the game’s internal testing activities. If you are willing to help us build the most ideal town, please fill in your personal information, mailing address, and contact information in the link below the email and download the My Ideal Town client app.
“What kind of game is this? Farming? Infrastructure? It’s okay to play if it’s just to grow vegetables.” He Fei filled out his personal information in passing.
Mu Sichen slept drowsily all morning, woke up at around 10:00, ate all the breakfast He Fei brought him, and went back to sleep.
It wasn’t until two in the afternoon that he sat up refreshed, only to feel that his whole body was lighter and that the previous difficulties were like a dream.
Mu Sichen opened his computer and looked at the game’s personal space, seeing that the energy value had been automatically restored. In addition, there was a notice of the game’s new mobile client app, inviting the majority of players to download the mobile app.
It was a good thing to be able to download the mobile app; after all, cell phones were much more convenient than computers, and Mu Sichen suspected that once it was possible to download the mobile app, they might all be able to bring their cell phones into the game, and contacting them through the game app, the connection between the crowd would become more convenient.
It could mean that the power of the system to influence reality was stronger.
It was good for them, the players who were deep into the game, but it might not be good news for the real world.
Mu Sichen downloaded the app; the app interface was much more refined than the computer page, and he could also build a group conversation with his game friends.
Mu Sichen built a group and pulled all his friends into the chat group.
Surprisingly, there were four people in the group.
In addition to Chi Lian and Cheng Xubo, there was also a person with a mosaic avatar; the name was also “****” not displayed; they seemed to have not logged in the game.
This person… who? Mu Sichen was full of doubts.
Chi Lian: [You can download the game app! The captain has built a group; what’s going on in this game? Huh? How come there’s one more teammate? The name hasn’t shown up yet. Who is this, ah?]
Cheng Xubo: [Captain Mu, is this person Ying Mao?]
Cheng Xubo did remind Mu Sichen that Ying Mao had used his self-sticker and Mu Sichen had fulfilled his last wish and was considered his follower.
Moreover, Ying Mao had died, and the gray avatar just corresponded to his state.
It should be Ying Mao, Mushen thought with some uneasiness.
He told the two of them about the discovery of the butterfly totem in the real world, asking them to be wary of any similar situations around them.
Chi Lian: [I know that company you’re talking about; ah, we’ve worked together before. I didn’t expect something like this to happen. I don’t know how many people have been controlled by the Butterfly Totem; it’s too scary.]
Mu Sichen: [I’m going to print out the self-totem as a sticker; tomorrow I’ll enter their company in the name of a cleaner and look for a chance to put the sticker on a pillow].
When typing out this message, Mu Sichen was heartbroken; he couldn’t find someone to reimburse him for the money he’d spend on printing the stickers. Since playing the game, his finances were getting more and more worrying by the day.
Cheng Xubo: [No need to print it; since the real world is also infiltrated by forces from over there, wouldn’t it be dangerous for your totem to be exposed? I’ll make a sharing link; let that roommate of yours observe who’s using the pillow and send the image link to that person in a targeted way; after seeing the totem, the link can’t be opened any more; wouldn’t that be much more convenient?]
This method was good; it would save money, and it was safe, but Mu Sichen didn’t really want to drag He Fei down.
He Fei was already unlucky enough.
Mu Sichen: [I’ll think about it.]
He put down his cell phone and held the doll in his arms, subconsciously squeezing the small paw.
The tentacle wrapped around his wrist and very peacefully let Mu Sichen touch it.
Mu Sichen felt very cozy at this moment; he hugged the doll and said, ”That extraordinarily lively tentacle by Qin Zu’s side last night was you, wasn’t it? Thank you for helping me decontaminate.”
The tentacle rubbed against the inside of Mu Sichen’s wrist with a very reassuring look.
Mu Sichen added, “Why did Qin Zu let me take his power? I’m just an ordinary player at pillar level, so with His power, how could He not be able to purify my contamination? So strange.”
At this moment, the tentacle probed Mu Sichen’s forehead and transmitted a thought into Mu Sichen’s mind: “‘Self’ is not pollution.”
Mu Sichen sat up straight and pinched the little chubby face of the doll, asking in surprise, “You mean to say that my power is different from the other god-level monsters in the game world and does not belong to spiritual pollution? But why do Chi Lian and Cheng Xubo feel bad when they see the octopus doll? Isn’t that also spiritually affected?”
“It’s a form of resistance.” The tentacle softly pressed against Mu Sichen’s brow.
Mu Sichen understood what it meant.
His ability wasn’t like Big Eyes or Qin Zu’s power that changed people from the inside out.
The residents of Tongzhi Town even had cognitive problems, blindly worshipping the eyes. And while Qin Zu was considered to be one of the milder of the evil gods, Yao Wangping couldn’t be considered too normal of a person.
Even He Fei, after being contaminated by the octopus doll, had changed radically from the inside.
And while his self-totem didn’t change Chi Lian’s and Cheng Xubo’s personalities, it activated certain tough traits in their spirits, but that was something they all had originally.
As for the fact that they felt uncomfortable when they saw the octopus doll, it was also a kind of resistance of their “self” against the external pollution.
Of course, Mu Sichen thought that after returning to reality from the game last time, Chi Lian and Cheng Xubo still had a little sign of being contaminated, and they appeared to be overly reliant on hope.
However, after Mu Sichen laid down the rules for Hope Town and said that “hope should come from oneself,” the situation of these two people changed for the better.
It should be because his power was not mature enough at that time, and even he himself was invisibly contaminated by Shen Jiyue, so it was normal for others to show signs of contamination.
When Mu Sichen successfully established the Half Domain and cleared Shen Jiyue’s contamination, his power was no longer spiritual contamination but protection and enhancement of the self.
“So Qin Zu was awakened to his self-personality by me and has no way to maintain absolute sanity?” Mu Sichen asked the pirate doll, “Then His power shouldn’t have gotten weaker, right?”
The pirate doll didn’t seem to want to answer this question, and Mu Sichen kept pressing his head against the tentacle without getting an answer.
He could only give up as well.
After lying down for a while again, Mu Sichen remembered that the little octopus liked to eat snacks, so he got out of bed and rummaged through the cabinets and rummaged out a bottle of cola, giving it to the pirate doll.
The doll was busy stuffing its tentacles into the coke, who knew that after a while, the doll’s body became wet.
After all, it was pirated and the materials were from real-world items; there was no way it could be as magical as the original octopus doll.
Unable to drink the cola, the pirated doll’s mood was a bit low.
Mu Sichen comforted it for a while, washed it, and used He Fei’s hair dryer to work on drying it.
By the time he had eaten dinner and the doll was dry, it was already 7pm.
Mu Sichen played the game for a while longer, until 10pm, when He Fei still hadn’t returned.
Mu Sichen was a bit unable to sit still; he called He Fei, but there was an unconnected status.
His heart rose with a bad feeling.
Mu Sichen put on his busy golden glasses and asked, “Where is He Fei?”
This time the gold silk glasses didn’t show where He Fei was, but a thick fog appeared in front of his eyes, and in the fog was a cell phone.
It wasn’t Mu Sichen’s cell phone, but Mu Sichen clearly saw the My Ideal Town app he had just downloaded on the cell phone interface.
The screen disappeared, and Mu Sichen brought out his phone, creating suspicion.
What he had just seen couldn’t have been He Fei’s phone, right? He Fei had entered the game?
Mu Sichen opened his phone app and saw a new message alert in the game group.
When he clicked on it, the fourth gray avatar had lit up, a pair of metal wings, and this person’s game ID was called “Your Brother Fei.”.
Mu Sichen: “……”
Your Brother Fei: [Huh? I have a game group? Are you all beta players too? How are you all doing? Is there any strategy to share? What is this place, ah?]
Chi Lian: [Who are you?]
Cheng Xubo: [You’re not Ying Mao?]
Your Brother Fei: Who is Ying Mao? This holographic game is too real—such a big library, ah! Upper String Library, the name is quite interesting; I’ll go in first to have a look.].
Mu Sichen: “……”
The Upper String Library? Two days ago it was the Crescent Moon Library, and in only a few days it had become the Upper String?
And He Fei, after he logged into the game, didn’t even enter inside Mu Sichen’s half realm but went directly to the library occupied by Shen Jiyue.
Well, crud. Thank you for the chapter!