Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1385: Earning One's Keep with One's Hands

"Look at that!" Louisa, standing in the corner, pointed at the opposite wall. She was about to speak but hurriedly swallowed her words, almost letting the word "elephant" slip out of carelessness. After a pause, she continued, "There... there's an extra line of prompt text on the opposite wall."

When Lin Sanjiu went around to look, she saw the prominent characters written like this: "Day 1, 9:00 AM. Today, please provide a reasonable explanation for why there are not enough posts in the room."

"Is this some kind of joke?" muttered Jian Sheng, the typically quiet posthuman. "These posts have gone to hell."

The line of text still hung on the wall as if it didn't think this explanation was reasonable enough.

"It's not hard to explain," Ji Shanqing said, following Lin Sanjiu like a shadow. "First, let's get the backpacks."

"How are we going to distribute them?" Louisa asked, furrowing her brows.

Among the eight people present, Louisa, Horst, and Jian Sheng were the last to join, having hitched a ride. Their relationship was not as close as the others, so this question inevitably brought a bit of awkwardness.

"We won't distribute them yet," Ji Shanqing explained. "If we want to work and earn a living in this room, there are definitely more detailed rules, such as how to work, how long it takes to sustain a day's living, etc. The answers might all be in the backpacks. It's not too late to talk about distribution after we clearly understand the situation."

Almost nobody overthought it, and the task naturally fell on Lin Sanjiu's shoulders. For safety, it would be better to grab several backpacks at once to avoid the game interpreting that she has already chosen her profession; she wrapped three bags with her Higher Consciousness, pulling them out from under the elephant's belly while hesitatingly asking Ji Shanqing, "Do you need a backpack too?"

Ji Shanqing nodded. "Humans set this game up. So, this body of mine will also be considered a player."

Then, she should be the one to give up the backpack.

She had Ji Shanqing's absolute attention, Silvan's priority concern, and the complete trust of Nu Yue and Han Suiping. Compared to anyone present, she had several layers of safety nets. Only by having her give up the backpack could they avoid rifts within their small group.

As she thought about this, the elephant suddenly turned its head as if attracted by a backpack sliding on the ground. Its trunk turned a few times in the air, and just as it was about to descend, Han Suiping couldn't help but gasp quietly. All the eyes on the elephant simultaneously turned to focus on him.

He quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to see it.

Many human eyes slowly blinked and turned away. Han Suiping hadn't spoken aloud or mentioned the elephant, so it seemed he hadn't violated the rules. When they had successfully brought over all seven backpacks, everyone had gathered around them. Nobody noticed anything unusual at that moment.

The next second, a gray shadow suddenly swept through the air in front of them, brushing past Lin Sanjiu's nose and shooting out; immediately after, Han Suiping was hit in the chest, flew backward, and slammed into the wall with a thud.

Lin Sanjiu let out a cry of surprise, and in the blink of an eye, she was by his side, catching him before he fell and asking, "Are you alright?"

Han Suiping's face was as white as snow as if he wanted to cough a few times, but it was all stuck in his chest, his body bent like a shrimp, still unable to breathe. Without needing Ji Shanqing's examination, Lin Sanjiu knew from a light touch that all his ribs were broken.