Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1580: The Path Opened by Wu Yiliu's Determination

Posthumans were so stingy!

After receiving posthumans for several consecutive days, Wu Yiliu, who was exhausted every day, was now filled with complaints. Working in the service industry was really tough. He even had the title of an NPC, but were there any polite posthumans? He hadn't met a single one. Someone packed up the entire chocolate wardrobe; another one, who seemed to have some connection with a camel in terms of ability, was very good at storing food. They would sit there, slowly smacking their lips, like a silent, patient herbivore. From morning till dawn the next day, they would eat, and after they left, the candy house was reduced to a brick-and-mortar frame. It had to close for two days and be rebuilt.

They ate hundreds of pounds of food and, upon leaving, weren't even willing to leave a Special Item as a tip. Wu Yiliu said a chicken rib would do, but they replied there were no chicken ribs either.

Well, considering their style, what chicken ribs would be left after they finished the chicken?

Fortunately, not all posthumans were like this; most people would eat and leave. Otherwise, even Wu Yiliu would start to worry about the sustainability of the fake pocket dimension. However, if all posthumans were so stingy, when would he get a chance?

As time passed, Wu Yiliu could feel his irritation growing.

For Professor Qiao, he was like someone who suddenly disappeared one day without any news. She might think he had met with an accident, a heavy blow for the old lady. As for him? He could not contact the outside world, his plan made no progress, and what he was doing every day was essentially helping the Changelings consolidate world stability. What was he doing?

He needed a Special Item donation as soon as possible. Only by personally delivering a donation could he figure out the flow of Special Items; yet for so long, he hadn't received even one Special Item.

No, that wasn't entirely true. Wu Yiliu did have something in his possession.

He had that paper crane.

When he thought he could pretend to receive a donation and take the paper crane to the central control room, he suddenly understood why posthumans were reluctant to donate Special Items. What was the difference between this and giving away a child?

Logically, with that shriveled woman meddling, and Milan's group seemingly unreliable, and without an opportunity to use the paper crane, continuing to keep it would be a waste.

But the idea of personally handing over the first Special Item in his life, giving it to the Changelings, almost brought tears to Wu Yiliu's eyes.

His right hand was in his pocket, fingers touching the little paper crane, a thousand reluctances in his heart. Since he made up his mind, he had almost worn it out, as if touching it more could keep it. Every time he sent away the posthumans without finding the opportunity, he would sigh in relief.

Should he wait, or not donate at all? What if something happened and he needed Milan's help?

'Don't be tempted.' Wu Yiliu slapped himself in his imagination.

On the surface, he was still patiently waiting for the next wave of posthumans. Today's posthumans were coming from other parts of the fake pocket dimension. He could hear laughter from around the bend in the path. "I've been craving the mango ice cream man from the candy house for days now," said a girl, laughing.

It was delicious; Wu Yiliu had eaten two himself. For an NPC, having some food during the shift wasn't too much.

Another girl, seemingly of a similar age, laughed. "I've got to try it today too."