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

1401: The Psychic's Discovery

"Is this child adopted?" Ms. Chen asked, taken aback.

Pink's grandma blinked, giggling as if she had already forgotten the conversation. Silvan, maintaining a stoic expression, glanced at the middle-aged man next to him—who, thanks to the role manual, indeed looked like a grandma—and said, "Of course not. What orphanage would let such a confused old lady adopt a child? She's forgotten both my mom and dad."

Such severe signs of dementia explained why Apartment No. 6 felt so uncomfortable: the air was stagnant from years of poor circulation, making the room stuffy and murky. Pink's grandma disliked sunlight, so all the curtains were drawn, leaving only a worn-out floor lamp for illumination. Despite it being morning, it was so dim you couldn't see the baked rolls clearly.

No wonder Silvan always played outside.

"Pink, show some respect to your grandmother!" Ms. Chen reprimanded.

Silvan's face twitched, and finally, massaging his temples, he muttered, "Oh."

It was the first time Lin Sanjiu realized he could have moments that were both funny and pitiable.

"Pink, if you need anything, you can always come to me," she said as she was leaving. Initially, that was all she intended to say, wanting to help Silvan—but Elizabeth Lin, driven by the role manual, felt a pang in her heart and added, "If you're short on pocket money, I can give you a discount."

Ms. Chen drove her out with a cold humph, snapping as she slammed the door, "Even trying to make money off kids. So young and already into scams. Why not get a decent job?"

This was an opportunity. As Lin Sanjiu's spirits lifted, the door slammed in her face. Holding a plate of baked rolls, she took two steps back and called out, "I really do have psychic powers, no scams! Predictions, divination, I can do it all!"

At least it was a start.

The baked rolls were filled with tender meat and vegetables, their rich spicy sauce soaking into the flaky pastry. One bite made Lin Sanjiu feel like her soul was ascending. As she walked and ate, her hands became sticky with sauce by the time she reached Ji Shanqing. The catmint, unable to move away, leaned desperately in the opposite direction, seemingly afraid she'd smear him.

"Of everyone in this building, I think you're probably the most relaxed," Lin Sanjiu said, sucking her fingers clean. "You don't have to worry about anything, right?"

The catmint's sleeves rustled in the breeze. He looked relatively normal—his face no paler than usual, and his demeanor no more dejected than before.

"Unlike me, living such a hard life..." she trailed off, then suddenly brightened with an idea. She raised her voice slightly, adding a tone of distress, "I've had psychic abilities since I was young, able to foresee others' futures, but why can't I see my own? If I could, I wouldn't have chosen to be a psychic..."

The grand prize glanced her up and down a few times, his expression unchanged. It was hard to tell if he had caught onto her agenda—after all, plants couldn't communicate through facial expressions.

After delivering her lines, Lin Sanjiu looked around and, finding no particular reaction, said her goodbyes to the catmint and headed back to her apartment. As she passed Apartment No. 4, the door suddenly swung open. Leah had apparently been waiting for the right moment to catch her. "Elizabeth, I'd like to come over to your place for a chat and some tea."

A bite so soon! Lin Sanjiu was elated, though suddenly aware of the sauce all over her hands and face. She quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve and smiled. "What's up? Anything bothering you?"