"Do any of you know this Xu Zhijun?" Wang Hao asked through the headset.
Chen Xinyi quickly inquired among the survivors in the mall.
After about a minute, she hurriedly said, "He’s a veteran who just retired this year. His mother has cancer and might undergo surgery in the next few days."
"Poor guy."
Wang Hao worried that this "suspect ally" might suffer a soul collapse, so he steeled himself and fed him a third of an Immortal Bean.
"Eat this quickly."
Indeed, after eating a third of the Immortal Bean, Xu Zhiqiang’s spiritual power was enhanced, and he was not in so much pain anymore, regaining a bit of control over his body—still, he continued towards the depths of the red fog, and resisting it caused him an almost maddening headache.
"There really is hope!"
Wang Hao stuck his head out of the car window and shouted, "Don’t resist your body’s instincts, the more you resist, the more painful it becos. Don’t be afraid, I will accompany you to that place!"
Indeed, not resisting forcibly, his complexion slightly improved.
The sudden ally surprised Wang Hao, and even if this clarity was only temporary, he still counted as a bona fide ally.
Xu Zhijun breathed deeply, large beads of sweat rolled down his body: "Why did I turn into a monster... why? My mother is still in the hospital... I’m going to die anyway, right. I’m in so much pain, I just want to die... but my mother is still in the hospital..."
Wang Hao urged, "Keep it short... don’t rashly resist your body’s instincts, just let it happen naturally, and walk towards the distance."
"It’s okay, I’ll be with you, don’t be scared."
"Your transformation into a monster was caused by a boss, and now we’re going to fight this big boss! Since you’ve regained your senses, you count as combat power."
"I still have two-thirds of an Immortal Bean left, you won’t die any ti soon. Trust , I’m trying to save you."
"Save ... my mother... it hurts so much..." Xu Zhijun’s face showed pain again.
"I know your mother is still in the hospital. I will get her the best dicine, hire the best doctors. dical science has advanced, cancer isn’t a terminal illness anymore. If you really can’t bear it, I will give you a bit more Immortal Bean. There are still two-thirds of it left, don’t worry."
Xu Zhiqiang cald down slightly, took deep breaths, his eyes bloodshot from the pain.
That deep, agonizing pain that tears at the soul is not sothing ordinary people can endure.
But he was confused, his mind was a ss, only rembering his mother in the hospital who was about to have surgery.
Wang Hao then said into the headset to the two behind him, "He’s about to enter the red fog, I’m setting off now, ladies and gentlen, ti is limited! If you all survive, please take care of Xu Zhijun’s family."
"No problem," Chen Xinyi imdiately agreed to this, "What’s his mother’s na?"
Wang Hao turned up the volu of the headset so the Glutton could hear the promise, "This woman is a Governnt official, don’t worry, she’s very wealthy, a super-rich patron."
Chen Xinyi smiled, "Yes, I’m from the Governnt... what’s your mother’s na?"
"What is my mother’s na? What’s her na? I don’t know!" Xu Zhijun shouted in a daze.
Wang Hao hastened to soothe him, "Not knowing the na is okay, the Governnt will be able to find out soon enough... relax, don’t rush things."
"Ladies and gentlen, wish luck, I now have an additional ally, so the chances of success are not necessarily zero!"
"Wish you luck too, wait here for headquarters’ rescue."
Driving the off-road vehicle, following behind the Glutton "Xu Zhijun," he entered the dense red fog...
What t him was the uncertainty of the unknown and... challenges!
From the headset ca the woman’s shout: "The Black-clothed Guard once conducted experints; an Immortal Bean can at best maintain a spirit polluter’s clarity for about three days. After that, his soul will still mutate, beco a real monster, lose all reason."
"Be careful, you can’t fully trust him."
"Okay, I understand."
"We’ll be waiting here for you... don’t die!"
Smith also shouted in the headset, "After you co back, let’s eat intestine sashimi together!"
Wang Hao laughed heartily and stuck his left hand out the window, waving.
Right at that mont, a line of text popped up: [Ga ti has ended, you have been forcibly exited from the Ga.]
[Congratulations, you have completed the "Binge Eating Heaven" ga script!]
[Main mission 2/2 (√)]
[Evaluation: 200%]
[Please note: It has been detected that this script may have subsequent scenes; all props and event logic you currently possess will be carried over to the next connected serial script.]
[You may now choose to settle this scene or spend points to redo it. (Please note, due to the temporal complexity of this script, restarting this mission will reduce the final completion evaluation.)]
After reading the line of text, Wang Hao actually felt a bit unsatisfied, slumping into his chair.
After playing gas for seven hours straight, I felt like I had morphed into the shape of the ga, completely forgetting to eat lunch.
The soothing music started playing, with the babbling of the brook and the chattering of birds. The ga helt ca with a relaxation feature that slowly eased my tense nerves.
It took a good while to co back to consciousness from that paralyzed state.
"Phew... just cleared another scenario. The plot of this ga is getting weirder and weirder."
"But that’s normal, too. As the final truth about the Blood Demon is gradually revealed, who knows what kind of bizarre events will happen..."
Reflecting on the entire process, Wang Hao felt quite satisfied with his performance.
He had even arranged the lives of all the survivors for the next two months. How could he not be satisfied?!
Since there were no major regrets, there was no need to replay it.
He wasn’t aiming for a perfect run with zero casualties. Occasional losses were all too common in a strange world like this.
Striving for zero casualties would only lead to unnecessary trouble.
Thinking this, he clicked the "Settlent" button.
A line of text popped up on the screen: "Ga settlent in progress, please wait..."
I took another look at Chen Xinyi’s profile: "This character has been frozen due to special plot circumstances and is currently in a safe state."
Ms. Chen...
Actually quite capable?
Although her personal and Superpower abilities weren’t anything special, she knew her own limits, took care of her responsibilities, and provided so small assistance. Wang Hao was already quite content with that.
[Affection 1]
"It’s a sha she’s not more approachable... Her cooking skill could be 2, but of course, that’s a joke. I’m still a mber of the strength party!"
Silently taking off the helt, I stare at the ceiling.
Every ti I clear a ga, there’s this odd feeling of emptiness. The contradictory sensations of wanting more, not having played enough, feeling a bit tired of playing, and wanting to start again, mix together, making it hard to distinguish between reality and fantasy.
Wang Hao gazed out of the window at the world outside, and, before he knew it, it was afternoon.
Another day had quietly slipped away.
Such is the way of the past; it does not wait for the night.
Saints might reflect upon the riverbanks, contemplating the passage of ti and the aging of life. But what’s more terrifying is that another two thousand five hundred years have flown by since the Saint’s reflection. The Saint lives on in the hearts of people, but many of the stories that happened have long since disappeared into the dust of history.
But Wang Hao felt that this day had been fulfilling, a satisfying day.
Even though it was just playing a ga...
Picking up my phone, I asked a question to the omnipotent buddies in the group chat: "Hey, friends, good afternoon. Why do you feel empty and lonely after playing a ga? Does anyone know the answer to this question?"
Group mber "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" replied: "The answer is simple, it’s dopamine withdrawal."
"Sky, you’re soone who seeks thrills; a calm life doesn’t quite et your psychological needs. There are actually many people like you, such as those who seek extre sports—rock climbing, skydiving, bungee jumping, and so on. These people feel empty and lonely if they’re not courting death for a day. Essentially, it’s a stage of dopamine adjustnt."
Makes sense!
Wang Hao pondered thoughtfully, but he was quite satisfied with his current life.
He had no interest in skydiving or bungee jumping. What’s not to love about playing gas at ho? The horror and strangeness of gas are far more interesting than skydiving.
However, as soon as famous group mber "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" started speaking, he couldn’t stop, tirelessly promoting his philosophy: "All present, have any of you ever abstained from lust? Don’t let dopamine control your life."
"The happiness brought about by dopamine is temporary. Seeking out the long-term happiness of endorphins is a higher pursuit."
"Abstinence leads to a healthy body, a rosy complexion, and sparkling eyes."
[A Wild Northerner]: "Bodhisattva, why did I seem to shrink in my first week of abstinence? This is really making anxious!"
"Uh?!" Wang Hao was taken aback. What were these people talking about, suddenly going on about dopamine withdrawal? What’s the aning of this?
[Namo Gatling Bodhisattva]: "In the first week of abstinence, morning arousals disappear, desires diminish, urinary frequency and urgency intensify as prostate issues worsen, one becos irritable and angry, pessimistic and depressed, loses interest, and has difficulty falling asleep. This is because your kidney function is improving as you ’draw your yang energy back into your body.’"
"Practice the Kidney Strengthening Technique daily, and soon you’ll be restored to your original state."
[A Wild Northerner]: "Really?"
[Namo Gatling Bodhisattva]: "Many people can’t fall asleep without exercising before bed. So they endlessly pursue more explicit images, controlled by such material. But one should not be controlled by lust; one must abstain!!"
Wang Hao watched in stunned silence; he had wanted to browse so risqué pictures to relieve his boredom, but there weren’t any to be found. The Abstinence Party now dominated the chat, and even the Wild Northerner brother was bewitched by them.
I knew old Baldy couldn’t talk sense, always preaching about abstinence.
But "Gatling Buddha" had significant clout, a true permission hound, ready to spam the chat at a mont’s notice, making it so that none of the group’s goofballs dared to post any explicit content for the ti being.
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