NOVPUBChapter 302: Chapter 300 Cruel Truth
Chapter 302: Chapter 300 Cruel Truth
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[Xiaomei, you’re so cute!]
Sally excitedly picked up a snow-white squirrel, its ruby-colored eyes twinkling, dressed in an exquisite sapphire-blue satin gown.
[Host, don’t get too excited!] The squirrel spoke, with a voice identical to Xiaomei’s.
Sally couldn’t help but kiss the chubby little face of the squirrel over ten times before saying, [If I knew I could meet you like this, I would have played the game sooner.]
[The truth is, host, your gameplay has been pretty bad. Xiaomei couldn’t help but transform into an NPC to assist you.]
[That’s not right, I used to be very good at gaming before, often coming first in teams. Otherwise, how could you have crafted so many weapons?]
[Xiaomei thinks, perhaps there was an expert in your team. Given your full luck value, you could still be killed by a monster in one hit, step on bird droppings, it’s really hard to imagine how you could defeat those mission leaders, the big bosses.]
Game notification——[Countdown request to join Wanderer White Mouse team.]
[Countdown?] Sally looked at the name and suddenly remembered that she used to team up with a player called ‘Countdown’ in the past, and they chatted about everything. And ‘Countdown’ always led her to complete many levels and quests until he left the team after helping her reach max level.
[Agreed.] Unexpectedly meeting him again, Sally immediately allowed Countdown to join the team.
Countdown——[Fight monsters together?]
Yan Xiaobai——[Sure.]
Yan Xiaobai was the gaming name she habitually used, the same for all games. Now thinking about it, Countdown was always able to find her precisely in the games, which related to her own laziness in coming up with new names.
It seemed that Countdown was also just starting The Lost Frontier, just like her, fumbling and fighting his way through.
However, his learning ability was strong and he quickly got the hang of it.
As for her, because she had put all her upgrade points into luck, her other skills were lacking.
[It seems that luck indeed needs strength to drive it.] Yan Xiaobai sent a playful smiley face.
[Isn’t meeting me also a stroke of luck?] Countdown asked.
[That depends on your skills.]
[We’ve passed Novice Village, where to next?]
[Swamp Crocodile King? I got killed by it as soon as I came in.]
[I have something to do offline, how about tomorrow at half past noon?]
[Sounds good.]
Sally watched as Countdown went offline, then she found a spot to grind for Experience Points and carried out a herb gathering quest.
Xiaomei kept following her, bouncing around, [Host, Xiaomei can go kill the Swamp Crocodile King.]
Sally laughed, [No need, since I’ve made an arrangement with Countdown, I’ll kill it with him. Oh right, Xiaomei, I just remembered something.]
[What is it, host?] Xiaomei climbed onto Sally’s shoulder, licking her little paws.
Sally picked her up and kissed her, [It’s like this, I want to know if the apocalypse on Earth can be avoided from happening?]
[I’m afraid not, as the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox said, it’s a natural process of the world declining from its peak. Haven’t the humans on Earth found a new planet to migrate to?]
[But that will also sacrifice many people, right?]
[Indeed, current resources on Earth can only support the migration of 11% of the population. When the apocalypse comes, 89% of the people will fall with the Earth.]
Sally raised the large machete in her hand and slashed it down on the poisonous insect creature, gaining a little more Experience Points. Then she gathered the herbs and put them into her gathering basket.
[This period should be the last flourish of humankind on Earth.]
[There’s always something that can be done.]
[Host could possibly help humans migrate earlier, rather than waiting for Earth’s collapse, and host could assist with the resources.]
[How to migrate earlier?]
[Host could look into Qin Mo, he is the commander in charge of the human migration plan later on, he should have already started making contacts.]
[Good, I’m going offline now to check out his office.] Sally said as she began to save the game and log out.
She took off the gaming helmet, still in the office, draped in a suit jacket with a familiar scent.
A wave of intense hunger hit her.
Sally tossed the jacket aside and started taking food from her space to eat.
While eating, she walked towards Qin Mo’s office.
[He has a safe with many documents in it, I wonder if there’s anything related to the human migration plan. Is there any way to get the safe’s password?]
[SY9908]
[…] What does this password mean? She had always thought that he didn’t love her, but even the safe’s password was related to her, making it hard not to overthink.
Sally put on a pair of gloves, entered the password Xiaomei gave her, and opened the safe. She first memorized the order of all the documents, then examined them one by one.
Even after going through them all, she found nothing related to the human migration plan.
[Could it be somewhere else?] Sally returned all the documents to their original places.
Xiaomei said, “There is a secret compartment behind the safe. It also has a password lock, the password is…”
“What is it?”
“The host should like it.”
[…]
“520SY1314”
[…] Sally felt goosebumps all over her body. This was so out of character for him; he never seemed like the type of person to say such things.
But after entering the cheesy and thrilling password, the compartment clicked open…
Inside was a document bag.
Sally opened it, and on the first page were five words—Cloning Project.
“Clones?”
By the time she finished reading, a thin layer of sweat covered Sally’s forehead, her face showing fear.
“Xiaomei, did you see this?”
“Yes, the host is a clone, but the soul is not a copy; it is complete and independent.”
“No wonder they have to draw my blood every month. They were monitoring my physical condition!”
“The fetus within the host also had a genetic defect. However, Xiaomei has already repaired it, and now it is a very healthy fetus.”
“Thank you, Xiaomei.” Sally made copies of all the documents.
After everything was returned to how it was before, she teleported away.
She didn’t return to the ZH Grand Hotel but instead headed to the original body noted on the document bag—Ming Shengyao.
She knew this person, the granddaughter of the President of Z Country.
No wonder at the President’s ninetieth birthday banquet, she heard someone say… Duplicates, will eventually disappear.
They were talking about her.
Sally stood outside the President’s Private Residence, maximizing the System Map.
Clearly, she saw Qin Mo accompanying a girl lying in bed.
The girl looked somewhat like her, about seventy percent similar. And if she were healthy, perhaps the similarity would be ninety percent. She was on an IV drip, beside her was a life-support monitor.
“Mo, when will I get better?”
“Soon.”
“Mo, I really want to be with you, to bear your children, to cook for you, to lie in your arms every day.”
“You will.”
“Mo, don’t leave today, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll stay here with you.”
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Qin Mo’s tender manner with Ming Shengyao, was something she had never seen before. He had always been hot and cold with her, sometimes distant, sometimes close, at times gentle and at times ruthless, like a trapped beast.
Thinking of the safe’s password, Sally suddenly understood his struggle.
He had, after all, developed feelings for her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have touched her. And every time he did, he seemed to put everything into it, as if he needed to pour himself entirely into her before he could stop.
“Xiaomei, this trip to Earth was really worth it.”
“Sometimes the truth is cruel but can dissolve obsessions.”
“Actually, upon arriving here, I’ve had no obsessions. But now that I know the truth, I actually feel somewhat sorry for Qin Mo.”
“What does the host plan to do next?”
“… Play games!”
“Good, Xiaomei will accompany the host.”
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