Lin Sanjiu was currently caught in the dilemma of happiness and annoyance.
After searching through ten consecutive corpses, she was exhausted and panting, crouching among the piles of bodies, resembling a mushroom that had just sprouted from a chaotic graveyard. After all, the difficulties she faced now were luxuries for an ordinary person.
There are too many Special Items, and she can't take them all! Even if she had multiple pairs of hands, it wouldn't be enough, let alone with the ti limit.
The artist, who could only paint and nothing else, ended up carrying her bags. She found several bags that could hold items and ordered the artist to extend his arms and hang the bags on them, making him look like a scarecrow trailing behind her. Whenever she found a Special Item that hadn't been deducted as rent, she would casually stuff it into the bags.
In nearly a dozen minutes, she had filled two bags, which was already enough to pay the rent. However, Lin Sanjiu not only needed to retrieve her own belongings but also planned to add so inventory for herself. Fortunately, the artist, being a Special Item, seed unfazed by fatigue and continued faithfully extending his arms to follow behind her.
"Hey, you're being too greedy," Lin Sanjiu said, relieved of the heavy burden. She even started chatting with the pocket dinsion: "What a pathetic boat. You dare to demand four Special Items as rent... Look at all the things I've found. Most of them have already been taken by you. How about this fish?"
As she spoke, she casually picked up a recently deceased fresh river fish from the ground and asked aloud.
"That's just an ordinary fish," the pocket dinsion replied unhappily. "Don't you have enough to pay the rent? Why haven't you returned the boat?"
"I still have ti, don't I?" Lin Sanjiu tossed the dead fish back into the water, just like she had discarded dozens of Special Items that had beco re decorations a while ago. "Anyway, these things have no owners. Why do you care?"
"Don't you want to leave so behind to pay the rent for the next batch of people?" The pocket dinsion seed a bit distressed. "Don't you understand sustainable developnt?"
"I don't understand," Lin Sanjiu replied. After searching each corpse, she pushed it back into the water. Driven by self-interest, she was extrely efficient. In this short ti, she had already cleared out almost half of the wooden platform. "How long have you been here? How many people realized that they could use the items at the bottom of the lake as rent?"
"Quite a few," the pocket dinsion humd. "Over the course of ten years, there have been five people who realized it. Most of the others died before reaching this point. Many people didn't even think of using the corpses at the bottom of the lake as a resource. Oh, I've already taken everything from this person's body."
Lin Sanjiu disappointingly tossed the candlestick and the corpse back into the water. The wooden platform was once again cleared, and she looked around. Her eyes brightened when she took a few steps forward and retrieved a black bag produced by the Munitions Factory from under one of the corpses. It was the bag containing her weapons that had fallen into the water. Finally, she had found it!
However, when she weighed the bag with her hand, she felt that it seed much lighter. With ti being precious now, she couldn't carefully inspect it. She quickly hung it on the artist's body and continued searching for more corpses.
"I have a question that I can't figure out," she picked up a sign and waved it. After hearing the pocket dinsion's reluctant "No" in response, she couldn't help but laugh and handed it to the artist. "Let's say you took soone's life as collateral, but if that person is killed by soone else midway and their belongings aren't enough to pay the rent, wouldn't you suffer a loss?"
The pocket dinsion exclaid, "Oh, I would love that."
"You would love to incur losses?"
"No," it said slowly through the loudspeaker. "If I lose a life, the only thing I can use to compensate is the corpse."
"What would you do with the corpse?" As she spoke, Lin Sanjiu found the plastic bag she had thrown away earlier. There was only one item left in the bag, which was the coffee cup that was always full no matter when.
"You don't know how useful a corpse can be."
Lin Sanjiu paused for a mont and whispered in agreent, "I know."
The pocket dinsion seed to have been triggered and said thoughtfully, "If I have a freshly deceased corpse, I can make it stand up, speak, walk, and perform actions..."
Before Lin Sanjiu could ask, "Why?" the loudspeaker continued, "I can make it one of the visitors on the lake, together with the unaware posthumans, to seize the boat. Just imagine, wouldn't that be interesting?"
"Only at the beginning of my mory, I was fortunate enough to obtain a fresh corpse. I used it twice, and it was incredibly useful! It's a pity that corpses decay... The third ti, other posthumans discovered the corpse's signs of decay and put an end to it. They united and cleared the ga with only two deaths."
The pocket dinsion sighed regretfully, but Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but shudder. Did the other two posthumans perish because of the corpse?
"Where did you appear at the beginning?" she asked, thinking for a mont.
"The People's Park."
"The... Soviet Union?"
"How would I know?"
"But now you're no longer in the People's Park."
"Mmm," unexpectedly, the pocket dinsion's tone remained calm. "Yes, I was dug up by soone. The lake, the forest, and the wooden platform you see now... They are all part of the forr People's Park. The area that used to be the lake in that park is now just a barren pit."
Even though ti was precious, Lin Sanjiu took a mont to gesture on her face with her hand. "The person who dug you up, is it...?"
"Oh, yes, he had a rectangular face," the pocket dinsion sighed. "After he dug up, my business suffered. Hey, you only have five minutes left. Aren't you going to leave the boat?"
The corpses that hadn't been searched were still piled up at the end of the wooden platform like small mountains. Lin Sanjiu glanced at them with so regret, but she could only respond with a quick "okay." When she finally managed to pull a corner of the sunken ship out of the water, she was already exhausted.
"Congratulations on successfully leaving the boat. Your deposit has been returned to you," the loudspeaker casually congratulated her. "I hope you had a good ti. Co again next ti."
Lin Sanjiu lay on the ground, gasping for breath. She had found a total of 25 usable Special Items, and 17 of them had been used as rent. As she felt the long-lost power gradually returning to her body, she also heard the sound of the water receding. When she looked up, the green water in the lake lowered once again, returning to its original depth.
Once she regained her strength, she quickly collected her belongings, fearing that if she moved too slowly, she would be treated as a returning custor for renting the boat again. After reabsorbing each card into her body, just as she was about to take a step towards the back of the house, the pocket dinsion suddenly spoke, "Do you know the person who dug up?"
"Ah, sort of."
"Can you ask him to put back? It's bad enough being a pocket dinsion, but it's even more frustrating to be carried around by soone. I haven't had a single custor for several months."
"I don't have the final say, but I know who does."
"Who?"
"A... friend."
"Alright," the pocket dinsion hesitated. "If you can get that rectangular-faced person to release , I'll give you and your friend an evolutionary ability each."
"You have evolutionary abilities?"
"After collecting rent from so many people," the loudspeaker suddenly sounded proud. "Whether it's abilities, Potential Growth Value, items, or Higher Consciousness, I have it all. How do these abilities sound to you: 'Divination of Fate Transitions'... or 'Innocent Search Engine'?"
Even Lin Sanjiu, who didn't lack abilities, couldn't help but feel excited at the ntion of them. She nodded, accepting the offer. With the help of [Planar World], she quickly browsed through her newly acquired Special Items. After making the necessary preparations, she took a deep breath and finally walked towards the back of the house. The process of leaving the pocket dinsion was the sa as entering — as the white light flashed before her eyes, the green trees and park disappeared completely. When she opened her eyes again, she was still standing on the corridor of the Ocean Voyager, without even a slight change in position.
The corridor was empty, with no one in sight, but she could occasionally hear hurried footsteps in the distance. The frequency of the sirens had decreased. Under the mobilization orders issued from the command center, the posthumans seed to have gone about their tasks. After all, she had spent two hours in the pocket dinsion.
Lin Sanjiu looked around and opened [No Coincidence, No Story], striding in the direction she had co from. There were only two possibilities: either the rectangular-faced person had released the pocket dinsion and left, or he had to stay nearby to maintain the pocket dinsion. If he had already left, there was nothing more to say. However, if it was the second possibility...
She forcefully opened the door to the tool room.
There was only one place nearby where a person could hide for a long ti.
From the dark corner of the tool room, a figure seed to be startled, moving in the shadows. In an instant, Lin Sanjiu's Higher Consciousness surged forward like a wave, and with a loud "thud," she slamd the figure against the wall. The person struggled silently for a few monts, but under the blockade of her Higher Consciousness, they soon lost control of their limbs, as if they were a piece of gum pressed against the wall.
Lin Sanjiu's eyes adjusted to the darkness, gradually making out the rectangular face that erged from the shadows.
She didn't speak or approach — because at that mont, "Pure Touch" lightly tapped her Higher Consciousness like a finger.
Lin Sanjiu imdiately crouched down, and the triangular shape composed of black dots hovering above the back of her head missed its target. In that instant, her body moved like a snake, agile and flexible. In the narrow doorway, she twisted her waist and effortlessly flung sothing small into the corridor without looking back—
Followed by a slight "pu-chi" sound as the skin was punctured, a deep gasp erged sharply, trembling sharply as if it were about to turn into a painful scream. Lin Sanjiu stepped into the tool room, took a glance back at the corridor, and then withdrew her gaze uninterestedly.
"I found Natasha's Cross from under the water," she calmly said as she approached the rectangular-faced person. "Did you think that my abilities and items were all taken away? You've been ambushing here for so long around the corner, truly working hard. But you see, you're not entirely wrong. The things I used to deal with you aren't Special Items after all."
Outside the door, the frequency of the panting on the corridor increased, and the throaty sound of blood gurgling resonated from one after another. Lin Sanjiu ignored it and stood in front of her target, her gaze sweeping across the expressionless rectangular face.
"Take to your master," she said softly. "Or your Lord Father, I don't know what that pervert wants to be called... Lead there. I think he's waiting for ."
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