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

1472: The Office's Defense

When Lin Sanjiu landed with a "thud," her vision flipped upside down before stabilizing. Two figures were racing in the corridor leading directly to her office—one behind the other. The one in the back was the level 5 employee, his figure concealing the player in front, leaving only a glimpse of his head.

At this moment, there was only one defensive employee in Lin Sanjiu's office. If the player with the level 5 employee reached the door handle even a tenth of a second before she did...

She didn't have the time to pull Caster back, let alone shout out to her. She shot straight into the corridor ahead like a bullet. Whether in combat power or speed, Lin Sanjiu could easily overpower the other three posthumans in the game. Even if she couldn't attack here, she could catch up with the player in front of her in a blink and block his path. Her agility was her strongest asset. So, even though the situation took a sudden turn, she didn't panic.

At least, she wasn't when she first started running.

Lin Sanjiu realized something was wrong after she caught up with the level 5 offensive employee.

Within moments, Lin Sanjiu had closed the distance. She sidestepped the employee—just like the players, she couldn't attack the level 5 employee either. The player running in front immediately came into her view, his suit billowing and wrinkling as he sprinted.

"Whit E.?" Lin Sanjiu yelled.

Without turning his head, Whit E. shouted, "I need to adapt!"

What?

Lin Sanjiu wondered if she'd heard wrong; the statement was completely out of the blue. Confused but undeterred, she surged forward. She had already chosen her angle of approach. With her agility, she could zoom past Whit E. in an instant. However, her vision suddenly blurred, and just as she thought, 'Not good,' she felt a gentle thud as her forehead hit something.

The game neutralized the force of her high-speed movement. Lin Sanjiu felt as if a coquettish girl had softly pushed her. Looking up, she was stunned.

Whit E., who was of average build moments ago, filled the entire corridor.

His head was pressed against the ceiling, his arms squeezed between the walls, and his waist, hips, thighs, and calves occupied every inch of the corridor. With his body's expansion, his suit had enlarged as well. At a glance, it seemed like a wall wearing a suit had suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Even if you tried to stuff a fat man into a narrow corridor, filling every inch of space was impossible since the width difference between the head and shoulders would leave some gaps. However, Whit E.'s body had completely deviated from normal human structure. The width of his head and shoulders were exactly the same; his feet were as thick as his thighs, blocking the path completely, leaving not even a tiny gap.

"Sorry about this," Whit E. said, his voice sounding just as before—he didn't turn his head when he spoke. Honestly, with him being squeezed so tightly, it would probably be hard for him to do so. "I guessed that your office was nearby, and I had to get it no matter what."

It seemed that Whit E. hadn't believed a word she said earlier. As for how he accurately found this direction, Lin Sanjiu could only guess that he had deduced it based on her own movements.

She almost laughed out of frustration.

Blocking her path with his own body—such a childish tactic would only work in this game: any push or shove she made against Whit E. would be seen as an attack by the game and neutralized. For a moment, all she could do was trail behind him, watching him slowly squeezing forward, so agitated she felt like she could burst into flames on the spot. His clothes, hair, and skin continuously rubbed against the ceiling and walls. With a rustling noise, he moved step by step towards her office.