"Human Coffin"
"No.7 Psychological Counseling Center"
"Evil Ghost Puzzle"
"Heart-throbbing Mont with 100 Corpses"
"Devil"
"Bus 444"
"Grudge Returns"
These were the instance nas blurted out by Coach Che under Gu Mian's coercion.
"That's all I know—I swear I don't know any more. Please, don't co looking for again!" Coach Che buried his head in his hands and shrank into the corner of the vehicle, clearly desperate to jump out and escape.
The driver at the steering wheel occasionally glanced back at the two passengers in the rearview mirror.
The things they were discussing—sothing about coffins, evil ghosts, and corpses—were sending chills down his spine.
Noticing the driver's confusion, Keke explained, "They're supernatural authors discussing their plots."
"Oh, is that so," the driver said, nodding. He then pressed down harder on the accelerator. "Supernatural authors are certainly an odd bunch. Last year, I drove three of them. They wanted to go to a haunted house in the middle of the night, said they were 'gathering material' or sothing."
Keke, curious about what happened next, asked, "Did they make it back safely?"
"No idea," the driver said, shaking his head. "I only drove them there. I didn't drive them back."
Gu Mian wasn't listening to the driver's story about the three supernatural authors. His focus was on the list of instances Coach Che had rattled off. The na "Bus 444" sounded familiar—it was that special instance he'd "killed" on New Year's Eve.
Had I unknowingly brushed shoulders with so many high-level NPCs...?
Aside from asking about instances with high-level NPCs, Gu Mian had other questions. He grabbed the trembling Coach Che and lowered his voice, "Mr. Green told you know the secrets of this ga. Spit it out, and I promise I won't bother you again."
Damn it! Coach Che's eyes widened in fury. So it was that little brat Xiao Lv who led Gu Mian here? Pah! That damn traitor!
"Stop playing dumb," Gu Mian said, patting Coach Che's head affectionately. "Out with it."
Coach Che flinched, wanting to retreat, but Gu Mian had a firm grip on his collar. He could only maintain a ridiculous pose, hands braced behind him, body leaning back.
Hearing that Mr. Green had sold him out, much of Coach Che's defiant spirit evaporated. He stole a glance at Gu Mian and, in an extrely low voice, began, "I do know so things... As you know, we are all people from a Low-Dinsional World. We are intelligent and powerful, dedicated to consuming higher dinsions..."
His tone, as he said this, actually beca proud.
Noticing Gu Mian's smile growing increasingly unsettling, Coach Che quickly switched back to a serious tone. "We are dedicated to consuming higher dinsions. Before the global ga began, we had almost succeeded."
So, the global ga was Earth's attempt to save itself?
Gu Mian pondered the connection between high-dinsional and Low-Dinsional Worlds. "Logically, a Low-Dinsional World shouldn't be able to threaten a high-dinsional one. How did you almost succeed?"
Coach Che didn't seem very clear on the details himself. He frowned in thought. "It's said that soone discovered the secret of dinsion exchange..."
Dinsion exchange? To swap Earth into a lower dinsion and the instance worlds into a higher one?
Is such a thing even possible?
"But dinsional exchange seems to only average the two dinsions. It makes Earth descend slightly and us ascend slightly, until we beco the sa dinsion. Later, they used that secret to erode the higher dinsion, allowing our Low-Dinsional World to nearly land on Earth," Coach Che finished, looking at Gu Mian sincerely. "That's all I know."
Gu Mian had no intention of letting him off so easily. He posed a tricky question: "Do you know why my luck is so bad?"
At first, Coach Che was taken aback. For a mont, he thought Gu Mian was asking a rhetorical question. Seeing Gu Mian's serious face, he realized it was a genuine inquiry.
"This, this..." Coach Che was in a bind. He originally wanted to say, It's definitely because you've killed too many! But the words died on his lips. A few drops of sweat beaded on his forehead, and in the end, he could only purse his lips and shake his head.
"Alright." Seeing that Coach Che genuinely seed clueless, Gu Mian changed the question. "Why is the quality of your instances so poor? They fall apart at the slightest touch."
What kind of question is that?
Is that what you call 'falling apart at the slightest touch'?
You're the one who goes on a rampage inside, has your wild fun, and then, once you're satisfied, you tear down the instance like killing the donkey after it's done its grinding!
Coach Che considered himself to have t many scumbags, but absolutely none could compare to Gu Mian—freeloading and then complaining about the quality!
Pulling up his pants and pretending not to know anyone—Gu Mian was the master of that!
Gu Mian didn't know that in Coach Che's mind, he had already beco a scumbag who'd hit it and quit it. He only saw Coach Che's face alternating between red and white, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"What's with that expression? It's as if I did sothing to you," Gu Mian said, leaning slightly closer to Coach Che, who was still tilted backward.
Coach Che shuddered violently and quickly answered Gu Mian's previous question: "Our instances aren't poor quality! The quality is top-notch! As for why they collapse... you should be asking yourself that! What kind of person are you, collapsing so many of our instances? You're not so kind of bioweapon created by Earth, are you?!"
Gu Mian never imagined that just by entering an instance, he'd beco a bioweapon.
And Keke, in the front, also turned her head to look at Gu Mian, seemingly in full agreent with Coach Che's bioweapon theory.
The driver laughed awkwardly. "You supernatural authors really know how to get into character, hahaha..."
How are these supernatural authors all like lunatics?
Dianxin Hospital was fast approaching. The driver stepped on the gas again; he wanted to get these people to their destination as quickly as possible.
anwhile, Gu Mian was still taking advantage of the ti to play a question-and-answer ga with Coach Che.
"Can the global ga prevent the low-dinsion invasion?"
"It probably couldn't have originally," Coach Che said, shrinking his neck and glaring at Gu Mian. "But throwing you in might just do the trick."
Gu Mian: "..."
"What's the current situation?"
"What?" Coach Che didn't quite understand Gu Mian's aning.
"Earth and your Low-Dinsional World are fighting, aren't they? What's the war situation?" Gu Mian explained.
Coach Che shrank his neck even further. "This... I really don't know..."
As he was shrinking his neck, he saw Gu Mian take out a ticket. Coach Che looked closely and saw five large characters written on it—"Dungeon Entry Ticket."
Seeing this cursed Dungeon Entry Ticket, Coach Che quickly changed his tune. "Our Low-Dinsional World is probably gaining the upper hand. Not long ago, I heard soone say that 'landing' isn't far off. Quick, put that ticket away and go find another high-level NPC! Don't waste it on !"
"After the Low-Dinsional World 'lands,' what will happen to Earth?" Gu Mian actually wouldn't mind if Earth exploded, but it wouldn't be good if he accidentally got killed in the blast.
Coach Che thought for a mont. "A part of it will collapse, right? Because a part of it needs to accommodate us from the Low-Dinsional World, so a part will collapse."
Gu Mian showed a regretful expression.
Coach Che shivered. What's with that look of regret that Earth didn't explode! What on earth are you thinking?!
At this mont, the taxi stopped at a red light.
Their destination was just past this intersection. Gu Mian could already see the hospital, sprawling on the ground ahead, through the car window.
"One last question." He looked at Coach Che, a cheerful expression on his face. "Which instance are you planning to find your next job in?"
Coach Che: "???"
"Are you even human?!" he finally burst out.
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