Chapter 165: Destroy the world first
"It's September 8, 2124, 6:30 in the morning."
Lu Ke stared blankly at himself in the mirror. His face was haggard, dry, and lacked vitality, like a handful of ashes left behind after being burned.
"Today happens to be the eighteenth year of my imprisonment, six thousand five hundred and seventy-five days, one hundred and fifty-seven thousand eight hundred hours, and nine hundred and forty-six thousand minutes."
He read out the time he was trapped here word by word, turned around and looked at the clock hanging in the hotel suite, and then changed his words.
"Well, it's nine hundred, four hundred and sixty-eight thousand and one minutes."
When he finished reporting, he paused for a moment and touched the mirror with his palm. After a long time, he took his hand back and poked the corners of his mouth upward with the index fingers of both hands, showing a stiff smile.
“There’s a lot I want to say, but I can sum it up in just one sentence.”
"I want to destroy the world."
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The underground layer is filled with uninformed people who are engaged in normal and ordinary work. One is to disguise themselves, and the other is to solve various trivial matters for the real employees so that they can focus all their attention on the sealed artifacts.
The underground is where the sealed objects are actually kept. There are twelve floors in total. The first floor is where employees work and rest. The second to third floors are the sealing places for third-level sealed objects. The fourth to sixth floors are for second-level sealed objects. In the sealing place, the seventh to ninth floors are responsible for the first-level sealed objects, while the zero-level sealed objects are kept on the tenth to twelfth floors.
After passing through a long disinfection passage, Xue Pengkai walked into the employee-only elevator. With a "ding~" sound, the elevator door closed and then slowly descended.
The feeling of weightlessness is the most primitive instinctive fear of the human body. Xue Pengkai's heart keeps sinking along with the elevator. He is about to be full of confidence. Facing the derivatives of zero-level sealed items, he inevitably panics.
The warning light reached the 10th floor. Xue Pengkai walked out of the elevator. Two tall and muscular security personnel came forward. They checked Xue Pengkai's body and finally spoke forcefully.
"Please show your work ID."
Xue Pengkai handed over his work permit, and one of them took it and looked at it, with a teasing smile on his face.
"Oh~ ok, the thing that the Son of Plenty resists the most is humans, but you can actually take him down, as well as the magical fairies. The fairies all look more beautiful than the other, but their size... tsk tsk tsk tsk."
Xue Pengkai didn't answer, just smiled lightly, acting unfazed.
Compared with the praises of those low-level employees, the ridicule and appreciation of the tenth-floor guard were naturally more valuable, but he did not feel very proud, and he never doubted his promotion.
Supervisors, and even further managers, are his targets.
"Team leader, then you can only take care of the derivatives of zero-level sealed items. Which one is on your management list?"
"Derivative number three."
"That one."
Hearing the name "Derivative No. 3", the two security guards immediately relaxed. The one who had teased Xue Pengkai with some dirty jokes had a look of disgust on his face.
"If I had told you earlier, why would he bother so much? I thought you were managing the Apostles, the Natural Disaster Equation, or the Egg of the Divine Bird."
Xue Pengkai's eyes flashed when he heard three zero-level derivatives that he had never heard of before, "Can you two brothers explain to me the zero-level derivatives you are talking about?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't listen to what you shouldn't hear."
The other security guard looked much more stable than the one next to him, and his eyes sternly said, "Zero-level things are top secret matters that are prohibited from being spread to outsiders. Just knowing some knowledge will put you in a life-or-death dilemma."
"Not to mention zero-level sealed items, this brother of mine once accidentally revealed a certain level-3 sealed item to a new level-3 personnel. He was found dead in his bed the next day. Do you know how he did it? Dead?"
"Can I know anything about this?"
Xue Pengkai asked back calmly.
"Why not?" the security guard sneered. "He cut open his chest and stomach, and used his own blood and internal organs to paint a twisted and blasphemous work."
"Imagine the scene. A sharp knife cuts through your skin, your fat layer, and cuts through your muscle groups. Fine blood droplets seep out along the incision, and then cut into an artery, and the blood spurts out. You No matter what, I emptied my own internal organs, dipped my fingers in blood, and painted selflessly on the floor of my house..."
As the security guard spoke, he stared at Xue Pengkai's face, and showed a hint of approval when he saw that there was still no fear on his face.
"The psychological quality is pretty good. If I have to say it, the thing you are responsible for is quite harmless, at least on the surface."
According to the security personnel, Derivative No. 3 has not had a riot in more than ten years. Even ten years ago, a certain sealed object went berserk and caused a chain reaction. A large number of sealed objects escaped collectively. Derivative No. 3 remained quiet. In his cell.
They believed that Derivative No. 3 did not have the ability to escape. After all, it was impossible for a sealed object with a normal mind to stay in a hotel suite for eighteen years and still want to keep it.
However, no one thinks that what the Doomsday Horn blows is really harmless, so they seal him, and it is an extremely tight seal.
Perhaps something terrible will happen if he becomes insane, collapses, or dies, so within the limits of conditions, he should do a good job in his diet and daily life.
Following the direction pointed by the security guard, Xue Pengkai successfully found the room of Derivative No. 3.
The room is not reinforced with steel, is not heavily guarded, and does not seem to have any protective measures. As long as the door is opened, the things inside will come out. What is more conspicuous is an external monitor next to the door, which displays every corner of the room, including the bathroom.
The door to the room is an ordinary wooden door with a house number hanging on it, number 1408. The door and the house number are sealed with a kind of tape, and a hole is left for delivering things. It looks cheap. And fragile, but this is Tianyuan for most sealed objects.
A third-level sealed object, "House Number 1408".
Description 1: The identity of 1408 is unknown, but its derivatives have a copying effect. When the derivative is hung in front of a door, you will find a second door number at the same location an hour later, and the copying ability will be transferred. Go to the new door number.
Description 2: When you hang "1408 house number" in front of a door, no matter what the previous room looked like, it will turn into a gorgeous and exquisite hotel suite with a bit of retro decoration. Description 3: If the people in the hotel suite do not leave within an hour, they will get a brand new and identical hotel suite after opening the door, and they will never be able to get out.
Description 4: After removing the house number, the space confusion will be resolved.
Message: Welcome to Dolphin Hotel~ Your arrival makes us shine, so don’t leave!
The third-level sealed object, "Universal Tape".
Description 1: Not afraid of water or fire, not afraid of knives or swords, tough and inert, and unresponsive to physical and chemical properties.
Description 2: Things stuck with this kind of tape will never be separated and can only be divided in a physical sense.
Message: If the Titanic had this thing back then, would it still have sunk?
Coming to the monitor, Xue Pengkai saw Derivative No. 3 in the room.
He looks younger than his actual age. He looks to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. His skin is unnaturally white. His hair has grown past his waist. It is dry and frizzy. It is only tied with a rubber band. His body is so thin that he looks a bit out of shape.
At this time, he had just come out of the bathroom and was sitting on the bed, holding a book in his hand. Except for the sound of turning books in the room, everything seemed extremely peaceful.
If you treat him as a human being, he would be pitiful.
Xue Pengkai commented like this, and then spoke to Derivative No. 3 in a gentle and friendly tone.
"Hello, I am the new staff member to take care of you. My name is Xue Pengkai."
Luke's eyes raised slightly, as if he had some reaction to his words. He slowly got up from the bed, his voice was calm and indifferent, like an old man who had nothing to do with the world.
"Hello, Mr. Xue."
"I'm Luke, you can also call me Derivative Number Three."
Luke answered politely, looking at the camera, "You speak very fluently, unlike those translated using a 'gramophone', and the format of your name is very similar to ours."
Second-level sealed item "Gramophone"
Description 1: An old-fashioned gramophone will play an impassioned piece of music over and over again, called "Song of the Tower of Babel"
Description 2: In order to prevent human beings from pursuing terrible existences, a certain existence disrupted the language, but now the children have broken the commandments and rediscovered the bridge of communication...or maybe the bridge of death.
Description 3: Every time you listen to "Song of the Tower of Babel" thirty seconds later, you will ascend the ladder of the Tower of Babel once and gain the ability to talk to a different language.
Description 4: Language acquisition is random, please use it with caution.
Message: Shh~ did you hear it? What a beautiful sound it is, a call from the deep sea, a call from the stars...
"Yes, I am Chinese. Just like you, we have the same blood flowing in our bodies."
This is probably the reason why he was assigned to derivative number three. This monster mistakenly believed that he was a human being, a Chinese.
Xue Pengkai felt that his heartbeat was a few minutes faster. Being able to communicate means that he can change, and being able to change means he can control. Although Derivative No. 3 is human on the surface, it is still a monster from the Doomsday Horn.
If Derivative No. 3 can be conquered by him, within two years, as long as he meets the minimum qualifications, he can be promoted to a fourth-level supervisor.
This is one of the necessary conditions for promotion, mastering two first-level sealed objects or a derivative of a zero-level sealed object.
"You don't think I'm a monster?"
"Of course not."
Xue Pengkai replied gently, "Every component of your body is the same as that of an ordinary person. Your appearance and your thoughts are exactly the same as ours. How could you be a monster? I must have made a mistake."
"Even if I'm not mistaken, I will treat you well and satisfy your needs as much as possible."
The corners of Lu Ke's mouth slowly raised, and his voice was particularly calm, "Mr. Xue, has your supervisor ever told you not to communicate too much with sealed objects?"
"Um?"
"For example, I can tell from Mr. Xue's voice that you are very young. You should be in your twenties. To sit in this position at this age, Mr. Xue can be said to be young and promising."
"Your voice is very calm and kind, but being the team leader means that you are not stupid. Instead, it shows that you are thoughtful, emotionally stable, and good at pretending. You were so close to me when we first met. Obviously you want to use me to climb up. , This also indirectly exposes your ambition."
Xue Pengkai was startled for a moment, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn't expect Derivative No. 3 to be so clear and logical about human thinking, and to analyze it so accurately.
"Luke, you misunderstood, I..."
"Mr. Xue, I feel very, very sorry that such an outstanding talent like you is not loved by the world."
Before he could react, he heard Luke's expulsion order.
"Leave and come back in three days."
Luke showed a vague smile and lowered his head to read his book again.
"I believe our next meeting will be more pleasant."
(End of chapter)