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Chapter 597: The Start of a Horrifying Game in the Restaurant
Chapter 597: The Start of a Horrifying Game in the Restaurant
"Pretty cliche," Qin Muye muttered under his breath.
The rules were simple: it was a typical setup for a haunted restaurant, where ordinary people had to serve as waiters to serve ghosts, and everyone from the customers to the kitchen staff, the head waiter, and the manager were all ghosts.
In essence, the restaurant rules were designed to continuously make things difficult for humans, causing them to make mistakes and then using those mistakes as an excuse to kill and devour them.
There weren't many people, only ten in total, and Qin Muye wasn't counted among them. Additionally, a task had been activated, which was to survive for seven days.
Nine of these ten people were trembling with fear, while the last one, the protagonist, was completely calm and composed.
【Ghost Realm Chosen (Incomplete): Luck MAX -1】
The protagonist's talent was a bit peculiar, being incomplete and carrying a negative number.
Qin Muye speculated that this might mean that the protagonist wasn't the only one of his kind.
'This confirms that these horrifying live-streamed escape games, nationwide terrifying games, and all sorts of messy haunted apartments might all be part of the Ghost Realm.'
'The true Omega-level anomalies are not these, but the Ghost Realm is the true source.'
'Alright, it seems the World Defenders have identified the Ghost Realm as an Omega-level disaster and have already taken official action. But why am I here to draw their fire?'
Qin Muye had many thoughts in an instant. The reason the Ghost Realm Chosen talents of these protagonists were incomplete was that each similar anomaly had a similar candidate.
"Number Eleven, go serve the guests at Table Three," the head waiter's voice rang out.
He was talking to Qin Muye, his expression as if he wanted to tear him apart alive, just waiting for Qin Muye to make a mistake.
Qin Muye slowly walked to Table Three and said, "What would you like to eat?"
"Red-braised human" sat at Table Three, a hanged ghost with a long, dangling tongue, who immediately spoke up.
"None available," Qin Muye interrupted before the ghost could finish.
This caught the hanged ghost off guard. 'Why isn't this kid following the script?' But he quickly recovered. "None available, then I'll just take some raw materials from you."
"Oh, no materials," Qin Muye glanced at the hanged ghost. What materials could he possibly have? Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, brain, or eyeballs?
He didn't have any of those things to offer.
"I think you should drink some northwestern wind," Qin Muye thought, 'You're already a ghost, why come to a restaurant to eat? Just have your family burn a set of ingredients for you in a dream, from farming to serving, a complete chain, no need to waste money dining out.'
"I just want to—" The hanged ghost was about to lunge at Qin Muye, but suddenly felt a chill, as if he might die again. Then he saw Qin Muye's gaze and his temper cooled. "Drink some northwestern wind."
"Sure, one serving of northwestern wind, no ice, no sugar," Qin Muye called out, tossing the menu through the window to the kitchen. He didn't care how the chef would prepare it. "Don't worry, our restaurant is registered with the Consumer Association. If the chef can't make it, we'll replace the chef for you."
This made the hanged ghost quite excited. Eat the chef, huh?
Qin Muye's actions were a bit unusual, but the operation of another Ghost Realm Chosen was even more peculiar.
He was flirting with a pretty female ghost, and it looked like he was about to save himself thirty years of struggle.
As for the remaining eight people, they had no strength or luck and could only tremble in fear.
Trying to imitate Qin Muye or the Ghost Realm Chosen was a death wish. Otherwise, there wouldn't be only eight people left; one had already been eaten.
Time ticked by, and the Ghost Realm Chosen successfully charmed the female ghost. The other seven people had also successfully completed their service, though why one more was missing was because the ingredients were insufficient.
"Cough, why hasn't my northwestern wind been served yet!" the hanged ghost shouted.
Qin Muye sat to the side with his leg crossed, acting as if it wasn't his responsibility. Although the hanged ghost was his customer, he looked more like a guest than a waiter.
He was the only one left in the restaurant; the others had already left because they had completed the day's task. All they needed to do now was survive.
They didn't have time to worry about Qin Muye. After all, this place was so dangerous; if they gave any reason to be eaten, what would happen?
So, staying here to watch the show might just turn you into the show.
"Sir, our small shop doesn't have the northwest wind you requested. As an apology, I will offer this waiter to you," the head waiter hurried over, speaking in a fawning tone.
The hanged ghost glanced at Qin Muye, his expression changing slightly, and then he said, "What do I need your waiter for? Call your chef over to me."
Just as the head waiter finished speaking, the hanged ghost felt surrounded by a hunger. If he had nodded, it wouldn't have been the waiter being offered as an apology, but himself being offered to warm the other's stomach.
This feeling only targeted him, so he was now in a life-or-death crisis. Although he didn't understand why humans could have such bizarre auras, he was certain that this aura was genuine.
After much insistence from the hanged ghost, the chef soon appeared. After a very rational discussion, the hanged ghost swallowed the chef in one gulp and hurriedly left, giving Qin Muye a five-star review.
Qin Muye and the head waiter stared at each other, the anger in the head waiter's eyes almost burning through Qin Muye.
"Don't look at me, I'm off duty. Overtime is impossible. You're not paying overtime," Qin Muye completely ignored the other's anger, daring him to do something about it.
But it seemed the other had no such ability, as he was also bound by the rules of the Ghost Realm. Without a justifiable reason, he couldn't harm ordinary people.
"Starting tomorrow, you will be the chef in the kitchen," the head waiter shouted angrily as he saw Qin Muye leaving.
The look on his face suggested he intended to make Qin Muye's life miserable.
But Qin Muye didn't care at all. He was here to watch the protagonist's show, not to play his own tricks.
So, becoming a chef in the kitchen had its benefits, at least no one would know what he was doing.
Like today, the protagonist might have had something that could boost affinity and warp common sense, whether it was a system or a talent.
As long as the points were allocated correctly, deep hatred could turn into deep affection.
Qin Muye had seen this with his own eyes, but the points were allocated by the protagonist, and the actions were taken by the Ghost Realm, this Omega-level anomaly.
'I hope the Ghost Realm can survive the attack of the World Defenders for a few more days. I still want to see the protagonist wreak havoc among the ghosts.'
'It makes sense that Doctor Horse from the Twelve Zodiac Doctors was dispatched. The Ghost Realm is indeed qualified enough.'
If it were just a nationwide terrifying game, it would indeed be a bit of an overreaction, but the Ghost Realm, being the source of many anomalies, was certainly worthy of a Zodiac Doctor.
The Ghost Realm is probably one of the top Omega-level anomalies, with a wide scope, significant harm, and complex methods.
As for the other Zodiac Doctors, Qin Muye hadn't inquired, but he could be sure of one thing: most of the Zodiac Doctors were not simple, and they often relied on their intellect rather than brute force.
This had little to do with Qin Muye, who, unlike the Zodiac Doctors, mostly relied on brute force. After all, solving an enemy with intellect was too troublesome.
Moreover, he usually didn't act himself; his minions did the work while he waited.
After all, he was a lord, not a warrior.
Following the instructions, he returned to his room. The first thing he saw was a mess.
"Is this thing really an employee dormitory and not a pigsty?" Qin Muye complained. Not only that, but besides human staff, the head waiter, kitchen helpers, and other ghosts also lived in this employee dormitory.
Leaving the dormitory at night was forbidden, as the ghosts at night were not bound by the rules. The dormitory was roughly equivalent to a safe zone.
The reason it was "roughly" because there were various ways to break through it. The ghosts couldn't enter, but if you were lured into opening the door, that was a different story.
Besides luring, there were various other methods to deceive people.
"Hmm, the protagonist isn't in the dormitory or the restaurant. Where did he go? He couldn't have gone to leech off someone, could he?"
"It's possible. The rules don't say you have to stay in the restaurant at night, as long as you show up on time in the morning."
"Whoa, that's terrifying."
Qin Muye looked at his room. This place was not fit for human habitation; he needed to find a better room.
(End of Chapter)
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