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Huang Shang was cooking inside.
In fact, he wasn't really cooking.
He was simply standing in front of the stove.
After activating his cooking skill, a progress bar appeared.
Once he completed the progress bar, a steamed bun would materialize on the stove.
It took him three minutes to make one bun.
Lin Xun needed him to make thirty buns, which meant an hour and a half of standing at the stove.
So Huang Shang had to remain there for an hour and a half.
Meanwhile, Lin Xun and Hua Tian sat on the threshold chatting.
He didn't dare to leave now.
What if something happened to Huang Shang while he was away?
If Huang Shang was gone, their food supply would also be gone.
"Lin Xun, what do you do in real life?" Hua Tian suddenly asked.
They had encountered so much along the way.
There hadn't been any time to sit down and have a proper conversation.
“Bad Movie Screenwriter.”
He had once told Hua Tian about his profession.
Hua Tian was taken aback. “This is the first time I’ve heard someone call themselves a Bad Movie Screenwriter.”
It was like a writer admitting to being a plagiarist, like a driver claiming to be an accident-prone driver, or like a man saying he was less than well-endowed.
Very few people would use negative terms to describe themselves.
“The works I’ve written have been criticized harshly. Do you know about ‘Banishment of the Pen Spirit vs. the Disc Spirit’?”
Hua Tian instinctively blurted out, “You’re the screenwriter of that terrible movie?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had misspoken.
“I didn’t mean… that’s not what I meant…”
【You’re the one who writes scripts with your feet?】
【Screenwriter, my grandmother has been in a coma for three years, and after watching your movie, she woke up and her first words were: Turn off the TV!】
【I see your mind is quite sharp; how did you end up writing such a foolish script?】
【An underworld screenwriter entering an underworld Game, quite fitting!】
“It’s nothing; I also think the plot is pretty foolish.”
Lin Xun spoke with a sense of relief, but Hua Tian's expression turned awkward.
"I know the struggles of your profession. When it comes to discussing the plot, you really have no say, do you?"
Lin Xun was taken aback. "How do you know?"
Hua Tian smiled. "If I could get out of here, I would invest in you and let you make a movie according to your own vision."
"You would invest in me? You’re that wealthy?"
In the entire game, the richest person in reality was probably Lu Ming, so it was surprising to learn that Hua Tian was also a hidden big shot.
"No, no, you've misunderstood... I work in self-media, so I naturally have my own connections. I can introduce them to you."
Lin Xun had actually heard this from many people before.
This statement was equivalent to an empty promise.
Most of them spoke very nicely, and when Lin Xun first entered the industry, he believed them.
But as time passed and he heard it more often, he began to understand that it was merely a formality among adults.
Hua Tian looked at Lin Xun with an expression that seemed to doubt his sincerity.
She emphasized again, "I'm serious!"
Lin Xun replied dismissively, "Alright, alright, I believe you."
At that moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
"By the way, you mentioned you have connections. Do you know Lu Ming?"
Hua Tian shook his head.
"Why do you ask that?"
Lin Xun felt a bit puzzled. Since Hua Tian was in the media industry, how could he not know the well-known businessman Lu Ming in the city?
That thought flickered and vanished.
He shook his head, dismissing his doubts about Hua Tian.
After everything they had been through in the Game, it was truly unwarranted for him to distrust Hua Tian!
He changed the subject.
"Lu Ming and his wife once came to my company," Lin Xun said. "I remember him, but I can't recall his wife."
Hua Tian replied, "That's normal; after all, people are forgetful creatures."
Lin Xun shook his head. "No, that's not right. At that time, Lu Ming's request was to write a love story about him and his wife. Since they were the prototypes, I would definitely remember their faces!"
Even if Lu Ming's wife was quiet, Lin Xun would still remember her!
That was the professional integrity of a screenwriter.
Lin Xun couldn't remember this woman.
"Lu Ming entered the Game with his wife, the one who pressed 'NO' at the very beginning," someone said.
"I remember, she suffered greatly when she died," Hua Tian chimed in.
When Lin Xun communicated with Hua Tian, it was more for the sake of contemplation.
Though thinking is a solitary act, communication can spark new ideas.
Lin Xun shook his head. "She was in pain when she died, but there was also a sense of relief... I have always wondered why, even as she was close to death, her face showed such a serene expression."
He closed his eyes, recalling the scene from that moment.
The woman who pressed 'NO'.
The blood-red door.
The pale hand.
And the scar on the woman's neck.
The image froze on her neck.
On her neck were small, red marks that looked like needle pricks.
Not only did she have them on her neck, but also on her exposed wrists, the tops of her feet, and around her neck.
If one does not observe closely, it would be easy to overlook.
Domestic violence?
Lin Xun suddenly opened his eyes.
The woman's death was not an accident; it was a choice made for the sake of liberation.
Before she died, she looked at Lu Ming, her husband.
She expressed to Lu Ming that death was a form of release!
It seems that Lu Ming may have been abusing his wife all along!
In a sense, she might have chosen to die in order to escape from Lu Ming!
With this thought, Lin Xun fell into silence...
At that moment, Huang Shang placed three steamed buns in front of the two of them.
He took one for himself and sat down next to Lin Xun to eat.
He knew that Lin Xun and Hua Tian had saved him and had given him medicine that increased his SAN Value.
Although he did not like Lin Xun, he could not ignore the fact that he had been saved by him.
Lin Xun picked up a bun, took a bite, and found it cold and hard, quite unappetizing.
"I originally thought you were the worst man in this Game, but it turns out you are not. And this steamed bun is really terrible!"
For some reason, Lin Xun suddenly said this.
Huang Shang: "..."
He really didn't like Lin Xun at all!
...
In the abyss of darkness.
It was a realm beyond human reach.
No matter how much one exhausts their life, science, metaphysics, or everything in the world, it remains an unreachable domain.
There, a massive screen was placed.
The screen was composed of millions of tiny images stitched together.
In each frame, a Game of life and death unfolded.
Before the screen stood a graceful figure.
It was the silhouette of a woman.
The woman was quietly observing the enormous screen with a contemplative posture.
She gently tapped her delicate and enchanting right hand against her brow, as if deep in thought.
A cascade of hair, shimmering like a meteor, softly fell down, partially covering her full and rounded form, while the rest draped elegantly over her smooth, ample shoulders.
The woman's legs were long and straight, her alluring abdomen flat and firm, and her waist slender and captivating.
Unfortunately, her face remained unseen.
Not only was her face hidden, but not a single inch of her skin was visible.
She seemed to be a being constructed from shadows, so three-dimensional and graceful, yet so strange and mysterious.
Her body appeared fragmented, like earth eroded by rain.
Wherever the gaze fell, it penetrated through her flesh, revealing the Endless Darkness behind her.
"These creatures truly spare no effort to survive," she said softly, parting her lips to utter this phrase.
Her voice flowed like an enduring current of history—vast and gentle, yet possessing the power to consume everything in its path.
In the darkness, another faint and delicate female voice arose: "These creatures? Are you referring to humans or those spirits?"
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