Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 390: The Second Batch of Players Arrive_1
The invisible force of the Game System swept through, teleporting a hundred Players to the entrance of Qingshan Charity Angel Sanatorium, where Hand of God and Green Plum Brews Wine had been waiting for quite some time.
"Listen to me, everyone..." Hand of God began to speak, lowering his voice.
Wang Linchi hadn’t arrived; he was dealing with a matter. This referred to the North General, with whom he had never quite seen eye to eye. He was worried that this individual might cause trouble and intentionally sabotage their plan.
However, he wasn’t overly concerned. Their not gathering wouldn’t have a significant impact; at most, it would only improve efficiency by one or two percent.
At the entrance, the crowd was abuzz with discussion.
"Since Hand of God says so, we’ll listen to you in this dungeon for the time being. But let’s be clear, if you want us to be cannon fodder, we will not agree," a Player shouted.
"No problem, come and go as you please," Hand of God replied. "However, I also have a condition: you cannot intentionally sabotage the mission or harm others. If you cause trouble and then try to flee, things won’t be that simple. Wouldn’t you all agree?"
"Right!" Many Players chimed in agreement.
"If you don’t want to join and wish to be a lone wolf, we won’t force you. Let’s not interfere with each other; you don’t disturb us, and we won’t disturb you," Hand of God added. Among these hundred Players, it was certain that not all would join them, so he didn’t press the issue.
The plan of Hand of God and Green Plum Brews Wine was to recruit the majority and suppress the minority.
Suppression was necessary. Previously, with only a few Players, such matters were trivial. But with a hundred people, it was necessary to weed out dissent, both for their own sakes and for the mission.
After Hand of God stated he wouldn’t force anyone, some Players took action, silently moving towards the back. If they didn’t want to follow the crowd, they also shouldn’t go against the prevailing trend.
Among those present, there were still clear-headed individuals; no Player who wanted to go solo jumped out to shout, "On what grounds?"
A man’s reputation precedes him, like the shadow of a great tree. Few would dare to underestimate Hand of God, the top-ranked Player on the leaderboards, unless they had a screw loose.
Next, Hand of God explained the three types of identities to them. As for other identities, he didn’t inform them, mainly because they genuinely weren’t suitable and would also affect their development.
Many quick-witted Players guessed a few things but didn’t reveal their thoughts.
They just wanted to see which identities Hand of God would compel them to choose.
However, the reality was quite the opposite. Hand of God didn’t force them. After explaining, he let them apply for themselves. Since the strategy guide had already been provided, it was natural that Hand of God wouldn’t concern himself further.
"That’s settled. I wonder how many people we can actually recruit," Hand of God mused, looking at the Players in Building 1, then speaking to Green Plum Brews Wine beside him.
This kind of thing couldn’t be forced. Indeed, it had seemed like many people responded earlier, but the actual number who would join them would only be clear after they had chosen their identities.
There was also a segment of Players who didn’t choose any of the three basic identities according to their strategy guide, instead directly bypassing Building 1, preparing to uncover other hidden identities on their own.
Hidden identities definitely exist, but obtaining them won’t be that easy.
They might even face life-threatening danger if they couldn’t find any.
As for those without any identity, effectively becoming unregistered individuals, they would be attacked by Erroneous Sin wherever they went, which meant they lacked a protective barrier.
"Why is the North General so quiet today? He’s usually quite boisterous," Hand of God remarked, noticing something unusual.
Green Plum Brews Wine opened the dungeon channel to check; indeed, there were no messages from him. If the North General decided to stir up trouble at this juncture, it would have a significant impact on them.
"Could he have died?" Green Plum Brews Wine wondered, somewhat puzzled, as there was no news on the forums either.
If he had died, he would surely have posted on the forum. Although they were at odds, judging by his past behavior, the North General still possessed a certain degree of integrity.
Indeed. Players in the same dungeon instance typically create a private thread. If they died and left the dungeon, they would leave a message as a report.
Since the North General hadn’t left a message, it meant he was still alive.
"Forget it. Who knows what he’s plotting? The sanatorium is so large; maybe he found some clues," Hand of God said, not dwelling on it too much.
「Elsewhere.」 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Wang Linchi had already disposed of the North General’s body.
One can only post on the forum if they leave the dungeon alive. If one is truly dead, beyond resurrection, how could they possibly post anything?
"The efficiency is quite good; it was resolved so quickly," Wang Linchi thought, looking at the hundred new collectors. Although a few Players had scattered, slightly reducing the collectors’ efficiency, it wasn’t a major issue as long as the overall setup was largely functional.
As for other matters, his requirements weren’t actually that high.
"With double the fuel, the power is directly amplified."
"I just wonder if doing this will startle the Dean again." Wang Linchi was now actively trying to trace the Dean’s whereabouts.
As his preparations gradually neared completion, he could set the stage for the "snipe and clam to fight," allowing him, the fisherman, to reap the rewards.
Even if he couldn’t completely drain the Sanatorium and the Game System, he was determined to snatch the Dean’s Stone Heart and flee.
Returning to his office, an Erroneous Sin was already waiting for him.
"Doctor, your test reports," the creature said, handing over a stack of reports.
Wang Linchi’s eyes widened. Good heavens! He’d already treated three Erroneous Sins to the point of intellectual disability. Why was another Erroneous Sin coming to offer itself up for death?
Moreover, this one came prepared. Normally, completing this set of examinations would take until the afternoon, yet this creature had everything ready early in the morning.
"Hmm, not bad. Let me see your medical records," Wang Linchi said, adopting the air of a dedicated doctor.
"But, Doctor, you’re late," this Erroneous Sin stated, radiating malice. It had deliberately lain in wait for Wang Linchi.
"How am I late? I was on an external assignment," Wang Linchi lied brazenly.
"I saw you were late, Doctor." This Erroneous Sin had been waiting since five in the morning. Because Wang Linchi went to deal with the North General, it had been forced to wait until ten o’clock.
"Well, it’s fine as long as you don’t tell anyone," Wang Linchi said, completely unconcerned. It’s not like the Qingshan Charity Angel Sanatorium pays us. So what if I’m late? Even if I skipped work, it would be the same.
"Late doctors are to be punished." As it spoke, this Erroneous Sin pounced, its gaping, blood-red maw opening wide, intending to bite off Wang Linchi’s head.
Saint Master materialized behind Wang Linchi, intercepting the Erroneous Sin with an outstretched hand.
"Look at you, completely clueless about social etiquette. You got taught a harsh lesson by society now, didn’t you?" Wang Linchi commented. It could have just let the matter drop, but no, it had to resort to violence.
Under Soul Absorption, the Erroneous Sin rapidly withered and desiccated, finally crumbling into a pile of debris.
A flash of Fire Light flared in Saint Master’s eyes, and a laser beam struck the debris, incinerating it completely.
"It seems I’m being targeted by the Erroneous Sins," Wang Linchi quickly realized. "It must be because my performance has been too outstanding."
After clearing the ashes, Saint Master’s figure vanished once more. There were too many prying eyes here; it wasn’t suitable for Saint Master to appear, or his presence could easily be exposed.
"I need to find a way to deal with this. If they keep resorting to underhanded tactics, constantly silencing them isn’t a sustainable solution."
It’s been three days; the Erroneous Sins must have figured out my routine by now and surely have ways to target me. As the saying goes, ’One can be a thief for a thousand days, but one cannot guard against a thief for a thousand days.’
「On the second sublevel.」
Ye Tian opened his eyes. His body was becoming increasingly blurry, with a noticeable sense of distortion.
The Fate Devil God, too, was now merely a wisp of a shadow, clearly affected by Ye Tian; after all, the two of them were essentially two souls in one body.
"It’s finally complete," Ye Tian’s voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if he were drifting further and further away from the mortal realm.
"Only the first sublevel remains. Based on the current outlook, the probability of success has risen to ninety percent," the Fate Devil God said.
"Mm, how have things been outside these past few days?" During these past few days, Ye Tian had been completely unable to perceive the outside world. All his senses were sealed off, precisely to allow him to fully complete the Refining of the entire second sublevel.
"The situation is not optimistic. The Qingshan Charity Angel Sanatorium has been entirely engulfed by the Game System. The good news is that the Game System lacks sufficient energy to pay us any mind," the Fate Devil God summarized briefly.
"That’s good. As for the remaining level, I should be able to succeed within five days."
"It’s just that afterwards, I will likely no longer be ’me.’ When that time comes, the final step will be up to you," Ye Tian stated.
He would become an existence akin to the Game System, or rather, more like an impassive Heavenly Dao. Of course, at that point, it would no longer truly be ’him’ but rather an intangible, formless entity operating like pure order.
Simultaneously, his power would be elevated to the very limits of this world, possibly even surpassing that of the Game System.
"I know," the Fate Devil God thought, suspecting that the world’s own self-preservation instincts were at play in this. However, he knew that even if he voiced this suspicion, it wouldn’t change Ye Tian’s mind.
