Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1225: When a Person Is About to Die, Their Words Become Good

The panicked NPC had just uttered into the microphone, "Police, Security—"

Gardenia suddenly twisted her body, and a black, flat fan shadow flew towards his throat. The man never expected that she would attack, and his flesh made a tearing sound as it was ripped apart, spewing blood from the palely lit payment counter.

After killing someone in one stroke, Gardenia turned around as if her legs had suddenly weakened. She held onto the counter and exclaimed, "Don't leave! I... I just killed him! How can an NPC kill another NPC?"

The telephone dropped, banging against the wall repeatedly.

Lin Sanjiu turned around, her gaze falling on the microphone. She paused and questioned, "If pocket dimensions can erode other pocket dimensions, why can't NPCs kill NPCs?"

Gardenia's lower lip trembled, and she continued clutching the mirror tightly, refusing to look into it. With a forced smile, she said, "You... this is just sophistry. It's not a valid reason!"

She seemed like an anxious debater, as if as long as the other person's argument was not valid, whatever they said could not be true.

"In fact, you can't be completely unaware, right?" Lin Sanjiu said softly, observing her now average-looking face. "That female NPC who always guided you and led you outside, you can't find her anywhere. When you mentioned her, your face was filled with anxiety, but you barely mentioned it, as if it wasn't important at all, and shifted your focus elsewhere."

Gardenia unconsciously arched her now less slender waist and buried her face deeply in her arms as if enduring some physical pain.

"Your mission was another matter that you should have been very concerned about, but you didn't mention it at all when we met outside the laboratory."

This was perhaps the most perfect form of revenge: she systematically fulfilled everything that the other party feared, hated, and unwillingly faced. She was the one who pressed the other party into reality.

Lin Sanjiu, however, derived no pleasure from it whatsoever.

"You said I was your last target, and once you pushed me into the laboratory, your mission would be completed, and you could leave Lava. You didn't expect that not only did I successfully get out of the laboratory, but I also dragged out the previous target, Red Face." She paused for a moment and sighed. "If it were me, I would be worried about the status of the mission and what I should do next in your situation. But you met an NPC after such difficulty, and yet you didn't ask anything about your mission, as if your mission had suddenly ceased to exist.

"I was thinking of asking the NPC whether your mission had failed and if there were any consequences," Lin Sanjiu confessed. "But one thing led to another, and I never had the chance, nor did I need to. Because then I saw how you looked." Lin Sanjiu paused, reluctant to say more, aware that any further words might be too cruel for Gardenia. After all, she used to be someone who would consider being praised as 'pretty' as almost an insult.

"What's wrong with how I look?" Gardenia asked with a strained smile, as if it might crumble at any moment. She threw away the mirror, shattering it in the corner of the wall. "There's nothing wrong with my appearance!"

Lin Sanjiu didn't refute her.

It was evident that there were consequences for failing the mission. They now knew what that consequence was: all NPCs who interacted with players could barely be described as plain-looking. Even an extreme case like the previous fat NPC was still unpleasant to look at due to his abundance of flesh, which drowned out his features. If there was an NPC with Gardenia's appearance, wouldn't they be too radiant, too attention-grabbing?