Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 389: Where is your leader? I’ve defeated him. _1
"With the dorm looking like this, where are we going to sleep tonight...?" Hand of God asked, staring at the twisted, entangled mass in the room where flesh, hair, and organs intertwined.
The good news was that this thing had crashed, and the likelihood of it reviving was slim.
The bad news was that it occupied most of the room. Only Wang Linchi’s bed was unscathed, leaving the other two with nowhere to sleep for the night.
"Not ’we,’ but ’you guys.’ I have a bed. This thing has crashed, so it’s safe. And with it here, no Erroneous Sins would be stupid enough to come near me," Wang Linchi immediately stated.
Because of the entangled mass, most Erroneous Sins would take detours. Although it might be less effective against those with intelligence, they wouldn’t risk getting caught in it themselves; that would be disastrous.
"Then what about us? You can sleep here safely, but if we leave the dorm, we’ll have to fight for our lives at night."
"Besides, we can squeeze in. It’s only two people sleeping at a time, anyway. Not a big deal," Green Plum Brews Wine said brazenly.
Three people definitely couldn’t fit, but normally, only two slept while one kept watch.
Wang Linchi looked thoroughly disgusted, but in the end, he agreed.
Mainly because there was genuinely nowhere else to go. He wasn’t particularly fussy about cleanliness; he had endured far worse conditions in the Soul Aspect World.
Outward appearances were one thing, but he was actually willing. After all, these two were his Gods of Wealth. He wouldn’t feel at ease if they were out there.
He had now intercepted ten percent of the Game System’s investment resources in the hospital, thanks to the permissions of these two. This percentage was still rising and should reach thirty percent by tomorrow. The key was gradual progress.
"New players are arriving tomorrow. I plan to go and meet them. It’s a hundred people, after all. If used well, they can definitely be a great help," Hand of God finally said after Wang Linchi agreed.
Wang Linchi didn’t voice an opinion. Instead, he was already wondering if more players could help take on some tasks for him, like continuing to increase the rate of intercepted resources—not just from the Game System, but from the hospital as well. Letting players and hospital patients draw resources simultaneously—such a grand spectacle could hasten the Game System’s discovery of the Dean’s schemes, thereby instigating further dog-eat-dog situations.
"With so many people, management might be difficult. We can barely fend for ourselves here," Green Plum Brews Wine said. He had the same idea, but its implementation didn’t seem very realistic.
Not all players would listen to them, just like the few players this time, each with their own personality. Not to mention, there might be fakes involved—they still had no leads on that. These fakes certainly wouldn’t let them easily control so many players.
"We still have to try our best," Hand of God said. "Otherwise, if they cause trouble, we’ll suffer too." He had a lot of experience in this area.
If you can’t control these players, they’ll become lawless. They don’t care about dying since it’s not like they truly die anyway.
He had suffered such losses many times. It was just that this time, the difficulty was greater, making him feel his ability fell short of his ambition.
Wang Linchi didn’t say a word, just quietly listening to their conversation. Compared to Ye Tian, who subdued others with his unique charm, Hand of God could only use methods like wooing, suppression, and a mix of punishment and reward—the carrot and stick—leaning more towards management and power tactics. Of course, all this was predicated on their reputation and strength. Otherwise, no one would defer to them, let alone obey.
As they communicated, they laid out a complete plan.
Wang Linchi was very satisfied with this plan.
Sabotage it? Impossible. He even had to promote it to the greatest extent. The more players stayed alive, the greater his profits. It was a pity Wang Linchi couldn’t intervene directly; otherwise, it would be much simpler. This strategy of ’borrowing a hen to lay eggs’ and ’borrowing a knife to kill’ was all about the middleman reaping all the profits.
"Why are you so quiet tonight? You haven’t interjected a single word," Hand of God asked curiously.
"I don’t know about these things. An amateur guiding a professional—that’s a major taboo," Wang Linchi said, offering an excuse. It was also the truth, which was why he wasn’t cut out to be a leader and could only toil away by himself.
"You see things so clearly. Back when it was still peaceful times, my boss..." Green Plum Brews Wine started to complain upon hearing this.
"Your boss? Is he like that, too?" Wang Linchi asked Hand of God curiously.
"No, my boss is my Dad." Hand of God’s expression was a bit strange.
Green Plum Brews Wine’s voice trailed off. The blow was indeed a bit much; it turned out Hand of God was a ’rich second-generation.’
"What about your boss, then?" Hand of God asked Wang Linchi in return.
Wang Linchi recalled his many former leaders; not a single one had met a good end.
Oh, wait, there actually was one. The one he was currently backstabbing—yes, the Game System.
"I’m unemployed. I have no boss," Wang Linchi tactfully replied.
He always felt his leaders were like Liu Bei’s—their fates weren’t strong enough, yet they insisted on taking him as a subordinate, only to suffer a fatal backlash. But after arriving in this world, he’d switched to backstabbing. He planned to seize the Game System’s entire fortune and then scatter its ashes. It was a good thing the Game System wasn’t human and didn’t have a wife, otherwise Wang Linchi would definitely have... uttered the famous line: ’Your wife, I shall take care of her; you need not worry.’ He wouldn’t actually dare to do it, though; it would be too problematic.
"Um, are you sure you’re unemployed?" Green Plum Brews Wine couldn’t help but ask.
They both recalled the series of habits Wang Linchi displayed when operating on an Erroneous Sin, and felt that his profession was definitely something he couldn’t easily disclose.
"Of course, I’m unemployed," Wang Linchi said with great confidence. In the previous world, he could still say he was a civil servant. Not anymore. Never mind his official position being gone; the entire world was gone.
"Unemployed is unemployed, it’s fine." Hand of God quickly changed the subject. He was afraid Wang Linchi might smash his and Green Plum Brews Wine’s heads like watermelons during the night watch. "Alright, we have to get up early tomorrow. Let’s get some rest."
"Then I’ll take the first watch. Who should I wake when it’s time?" Wang Linchi asked.
"Me. You take the last one," Green Plum Brews Wine said.
Hand of God naturally had no objections. The two quickly fell asleep, though it wasn’t deep sleep, but rather a light one.
Game characters don’t get tired, but the players inside them do. The Game System merely has the game characters envelop the players. They aren’t truly fused into one, and humans haven’t evolved the ability to go without sleep.
If they were forcibly kept awake, sudden death was also a possibility.
After a player’s sudden death, the game character is naturally scrapped. Thus, sleep was necessary.
Wang Linchi watched the two sleep. After a careful inspection, he administered a bit more anesthesia to them.
"Third player modification..." he muttered softly, then took out his tools and began.
He had already modified them twice before. Otherwise, how would these two have gained the ability to act as collectors for Wang Linchi?
The direction of this modification: simplification, infectivity, and automation. Wang Linchi quickly extracted the corresponding plan from the Thought Mirror and began to cross-reference it.
There wasn’t much time, so Wang Linchi had to hurry. Otherwise, any delay would cause trouble tomorrow.
The Game System has updated the game characters so many times. There are three more firewalls than yesterday.
Wang Linchi grumbled. He could see it now: to protect its own interests, the Game System was genuinely willing to invest in the players.
It would be even better if these invested resources weren’t obtained by bloodsucking from the world.
The world’s stagnation was fifty percent the Game System’s fault. If not for Its meddling, how could it possibly fail to last even three years under normal circumstances?
Wang Linchi had no intention of condemning it. After all, he was the prime culprit behind the birth of Erroneous Sin. They were six of one and half a dozen of the other; neither could point fingers.
However, if it really came to a confrontation, Wang Linchi wouldn’t hesitate to attack the Game System from the moral high ground. When dealing with an enemy, why bother with saving face? If you couldn’t kill them, you had to disgust them to death.
Done. These three firewalls aren’t very mature. If I had waited until tomorrow, after they were perfected, to decrypt them, it probably would have taken a full five minutes. Wang Linchi quickly decrypted the three firewalls.
But this means I’ll have to update the collection program daily to avoid being caught.
The Game System was, naturally, constantly evolving. It wouldn’t stop and wait for Ye Tian to reach its level of strength.
Therefore, the hardware and software of the game characters would naturally be updated in sync. They wouldn’t just remain on an old version. Otherwise, how could they plot for more benefits for the Game System?
