In the last scene of the "Fragments" world, Jason clearly understands the real gap between him and those "weird" beings.
The other party almost crushed him!
He didn't even have any room to resist.
No!
Rather, like an ant!
Although Jason is still unable to make an accurate comparison as to how strong the "weird" existence of 'Lord' is, but after learning about the strange existence of 'Angcheng', Jason has already made up his mind.
Don’t elevate yourself to your current ‘extreme’!
Definitely not going back!
Otherwise, even if you go back, once you are targeted by 'Lorde's' weirdness, you will not be able to escape death.
It can even be said that life is worse than death.
Even if he has the talent of 'immortality', it's the same.
Because this in itself is one of the "weird" qualities that attract these people.
Moreover, since someone can become a swordsman in Novice Village!
That……
Why can’t I practice ‘One Punch for Peace’ in ‘Novice Village’?
Jason thought silently.
My heart became more and more determined.
He slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that his body could better cover the black notebook that was touching his fingertips, and then he started taking action.
Soup of choice (clear soup): Beef broth!
After Jason gives the choice, 7 points of satiety will be consumed immediately.
Then, more words began to appear on the notebook.
【Clear soup is always delicious.】
【It can be considered as a link between the past and the following.】
【But more importantly, it exists alone! 】
【what is it?】
【It depends on your choice.】
[Remember: This is the clear soup you ordered]
…
After the conventional text, √ appears after [beef soup].
Then, there are comments
[Background: As a well-known local writer, you have only written one moderately best-selling book in ten years. This has made you questionable. Even you yourself have begun to doubt whether you have writing talent. Therefore,
In order for you to write a real best-seller, you left your familiar home and came to a strange city. Are you going to look for some special...material?]
[Main mission: Within 120 days, sell at least 100,000 copies of new books (must be purchased voluntarily by others, and only one copy per person is counted): 0/100,000]
[Acquire a temporary language and disappear automatically when leaving the instance]
[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]
[Detecting Gunpowder Weapons]
(Tip: Enjoy your consommé.)
…
Me, Jason, the writer?
Jason was stunned.
Before he could recover, the black notebook was closed.
At this moment, he had appeared in a room.
The room is not big and very crowded.
In front of him is a large desk, with stacks of books stacked on the left and right sides. Each stack is about 40 centimeters high and contains books of different thicknesses. Each book has a protruding bookmark.
There is nothing noticeable about the wooden exterior. In the middle of the two stacks of books is a thick stack of manuscript paper, with two pens and a bottle of ink beside it.
The manuscript paper at this moment is empty, nothing is written on it.
Moving his eyes forward on the desk, he saw a desk lamp that was turned on. The orange light of the bulb shone brightly on the desk, dispersing the darkness.
Taking his eyes away from the desk, Jason looked up and saw the clock on the wall.
The desk was pressed against the wall without leaving any gaps.
Turning to look to the left, thick, floor-length curtains blocked everything.
On the right side, there is a single bed. You need to get up and walk five steps before you can lie on it.
However, this single bed is too narrow.
It's not that the single bed itself is narrow, but the books stacked on it make it look narrow.
In fact, not only the bed, but also the floor was covered with books.
When Jason turned around, he saw three bookshelves side by side.
The bookshelves are also filled with books.
"Is this the writer's room?"
Jason was a little stunned.
In his imagination, writers have always been tall and noble.
They should light a cigarette, hold the cigarette in their left hand, and hold a pen in their right hand. Sometimes they write vigorously, sometimes one stroke at a time, sometimes they stop to think deeply, take a puff of the cigarette, and immediately they are inspired by a spring, and they lower their heads to write again.
.
Even when you are in a hurry, you must make sure you are presentable.
Even if you don’t wear a suit or tie, you still have to be formal.
And him?
The upper body is in pajamas, the lower body is in large pants, and the feet are bare.
The slippers were thrown in the corner of the room.
After looking around, but not finding the mask or the wide-blade short-handled machete, Jason placed his eyes on the desk drawer.
According to past experience, his mask and broad-bladed short-handled machete should be nearby.
And there is nothing wrong with this experience.
When Jason opened the desk drawer, he found his mask and a broad-bladed short-handled machete.
Stroking the mask and his own weapons.
Jason felt at ease unconsciously, and then he stood up and walked towards the slippers in the corner of the room.
During this period, he carefully avoided several piles of books.
After putting on his slippers, Jason walked out the door.
Outside the door is a small living room.
Compared with the study and bedroom, the small living room is much cleaner and tidier.
The small living room can be divided into two parts based on where Jason is standing.
On the left hand side is a round coffee table and four sofa chairs.
On the right is the corridor leading outside the suite.
When you walk out of the room, you can see the refrigerator, TV, telephone, etc. against the wall, and there are clothes racks on the side of the corridor.
From inside the thin coat hanging on the hanger, Jason found his wallet, keys, etc.
There was an ID card and two bank cards in the wallet, as well as 173 yuan in banknotes and three 1 yuan coins.
There is one key, one big and one small, and the two keys are strung together.
There is also a small sign strung behind the big one.
The sign clearly says: ‘’.
Behind the sign is the phone number: 0054444944.
Obviously the big key belongs to this house.
Putting his wallet back into his coat pocket, Jason took the key and pushed open the door.
The big key is for the apartment.
The small one should be like a mailbox.
And since this is a rented apartment, there is a high chance that there will be a mailbox outside the door.
If there is a mailbox, there will be newspapers.
He needs paper items such as newspapers to help him confirm more information.
Just as Jason guessed, he found a stuffed mailbox on the wall outside the door. With a small key, Jason easily opened the small lock and took out the newspaper inside.
At the same time, there are four letters.
Along with the letter, Jason brought it back to the room.
Of course, Jason didn't forget about television.
After turning on the TV, he began to flip through the newspapers.
Newspapers are distributed continuously, and the date of the earliest one is: d99.7.10.
The latest newspaper is d99.7.17.
Through the TV station's broadcast, Jason can confirm that this is today's date.
There are eight newspapers in total, with consecutive dates, and none of them is missing.
Likewise, there's nothing above for Jason to care about.
Putting the newspaper aside, Jason took the four letters over.
One of the four letters has no sender. Apart from the address, the remaining three letters are written according to the format, with both senders and recipients.
The senders of the three letters are John, Brian and McCall respectively.
The recipient of the letter is him, Jason.
Open the first of these three letters signed John.
Hello Jason:
You said you wanted to know something special?
I have some stories here, I wonder if you want to hear them.
If you can, give me this number xxxxxxx.
A friend you’ve never met: John
99.7.14
…
This is the first letter.
"Friends I've never met?"
Jason frowned and opened the second envelope.
Hello Jason:
I might have something here that interests you.
But I hope you'll listen to some of my stuff.
In exchange, I will tell you things that interest you.
A friend you can count on: Brian
99.7.15
…
Without hesitation, Jason opened the third envelope after checking again and confirming that there was nothing dangerous inside.
Hello Jason:
I thought about it for a long time and didn't know whether I should write this letter.
After hesitation, I decided to write to you.
Not to satisfy your curiosity, I just want to give you a piece of advice.
Your loyal friend: McCall
99.7.16
…
Looking at the three letters in front of him, Jason's brows furrowed more and more.
Three friends with various prefixes.
One letter a day.
Jason could probably guess the purpose of the three people's visit. After all, 'he' came here to collect materials, and the three of them should be the ones who provided him with 'materials'.
only……
Reading between the lines of the three people's words, Jason always felt something strange.
Moreover, the three people have different personalities.
The first John probably tends to talk unilaterally, but does not want to see anyone. There is no doubt that this person is an extremely lonely person.
Although the second Brian asked him to listen, there was a precondition for exchange. Obviously, this person is a person who abides by his own rules.
The third one, McCall, is the strangest. Unlike the first two, the other party seems to be very worried about him and wants to help him. A righteous partner?
Jason shook his head and put away all three letters.
Then, he looked at the fourth letter.
This is the only letter without a signature or address.
Moreover, the envelope is also made of thick kraft paper.
"Covering something?"
Jason whispered to himself, picked up the letter and looked at it carefully.
The thick kraft paper blocked the light, making it difficult for Jason to see what was inside, but this did not prevent Jason from judging by touch that it was a boxy, thin thing inside.
Such a thing obviously cannot be a bomb.
But other dangerous goods are not excluded.
Jason stood up and walked into the study with the letter.
He remembered that in the drawer of the desk, in addition to his mask, a broad-bladed short-handled machete, and a paper knife.
Picking up the paper knife, Jason carefully cut open the envelope.
Then, the envelope stood upright
bite!
Amidst the collision of metal and the desk, something fell onto the table.
"blade?"
Jason looked at the blade on the table in surprise, feeling a little confused.
Send a blade?
What's the meaning?
Threat?
But there was only the blade, but no threatening words.
There was no letter paper in the envelope, so Jason opened the entire letter paper just in case and checked it.
There is no writing on the inside of the envelope.
This made Jason slightly puzzled.
However, one thing Jason is certain of.
The person who sent the special letter must be someone familiar with him.
At least, the other party knows that he lives here.
Without an address, the 'postman' doesn't know what to expect.
Even an excellent 'postman' like him can't do it, let alone those ordinary postmen.
"interesting."
Jason said to himself.
Then, he was going to call Mr. John. He hoped to hear some stories about the other party.
He has not forgotten his main task: to sell at least 100,000 copies of new books within 120 days!
This is not a simple matter!
Although Jason is not a writer.
But he knew that he hadn't even written a word now.
A book should have at least 200,000 words, right?
Even if it is a little thin, it still needs hundreds of thousands of words, right?
Jason guessed somewhat uncertainly.
But just when he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang first.
Jingle bell bell!
After the phone rang three times in a row and Jason confirmed that it was not a wrong call, he picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Jason? When will you submit the manuscript?"
"Today is already the 17th!"
"You promised me to submit the manuscript by the end of the month!"
Just after Jason spoke, a slightly irritable voice came from the receiver.
Urgent?
Is it an editor?
Jason thought subconsciously.
And such silence made the editor on the other end of the phone even more irritable.
"Don't act stupid!"
"Don't say you have lost your memory!"
"You already used this excuse last time!"
"I'm your editor Raven."
"The address of our publishing house is No. 221 Bean Corner Street, Mayor Jones, and the phone number is xxxxxxxx"
"I checked on your cats and dogs and sent samples to the pet store. They are all fine and not sick."
"Also, no one of your relatives has gotten married in the past six months, let alone a funeral!"
"And you?"
“Not even a bad stomach!”
"So, send the new book before the end of the month!"
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone without waiting for Jason to reply.
Click!
Toot, toot!
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jason couldn't help but shrug. He could hear that the editor was furious, and he didn't blame the other person for this. Look at the reasons he used before.
It sounds fake at first glance.
Now that I'm asking for leave, I naturally have to be more truthful.
At the very least, if you have an injury to your hand and it is in a plaster, it is best to ask a doctor to issue a certificate.
This is only reasonable.
Bad stomach?
So fake.
Who will have a bad stomach?
If you are a human being, you will not have a bad stomach.
The food is so delicious.
He can never have enough.
With this thought in mind, Jason put down the receiver and started dialing John's number.
But this time, it was interrupted again.
Jason looked in the direction of the door. His perception was almost six times higher than that of ordinary people. He could clearly hear a series of footsteps going up the stairs. The footsteps were very messy, and there were at least five people.
Moreover, after arriving on the third floor, these people came straight to the room where he was.
