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Chapter 601: One Foot on the Gas, One Foot on the Door of Life and Death
Chapter 601: One Foot on the Gas, One Foot on the Door of Life and Death
Qin Muye lay comfortably that night. Although the apartment looked a bit shabby, it was far from being unbearable. The bed and the environment were far better than the previous hotel.
Checking the time, it was 9:05.
"I remember the restaurant opens at 8, right?" Qin Muye recalled. He was certain he was late.
However, he was a broad-minded person. Though he wasn't as clear-minded as Xiao Sanzi, he knew one thing: as the chef, he held the core technology. The restaurant couldn't open without him.
So, he wasn't worried about losing his job.
Besides, there was a protagonist around who could help him out. Although the "Demon Realm's Chosen" talent was incomplete, it only had a negative one effect, which wasn't a big deal.
Thus, Qin Muye slowly got up and left his room. On his way down, he saw a group of one man and five women. They were having breakfast. Although the apartment was shabby, the food and drink were decent.
The five of them were eating hot pot early in the morning. Since they hadn't gotten along well the previous day, they ignored Qin Muye, treating him as if he were invisible.
Qin Muye didn't care and left the apartment without a word.
This scene shocked the five people.
"Did he just open the door and leave?!!" one of the women exclaimed in shock.
"How is that possible? I—" the man tried to open the door but couldn't. A warning message appeared, which quickly calmed him down.
"That person isn't simple."
Various thoughts flashed through their minds, making them uneasy. The atmosphere became awkward, and the only thing that remained lively was the bubbling hot pot, but no one had an appetite.
Qin Muye naturally didn't care about their situation. These people were brought to the apartment as scapegoats, not by him. Why should he save them? He should wait for the World Defenders to rescue them. If he had to choose a side, Qin Muye was actually on the same side as the Demon Realm.
After all, in this game world, his faction was the Abnormal Body faction, a minor character. Even if he didn't conflict with the World Defenders, he wouldn't support them.
He needed to be clear about his faction and not get confused. If you wanted to stand on the same side as someone, they had to accept you.
Huskies can mix with wolves because they look similar and have a blood connection, but Qin Muye couldn't join the World Defenders because of the natural gap between them.
"Remember, the direction should be this way. I must say, the repair speed is impressive." Qin Muye looked around at the buildings. Yesterday, this area was destroyed by the One-Eyed Giant Ghost's wolf-tooth club, but today it was restored, as if a few lines of code had been typed to bring everything back.
It looked simple, but the actual operation must have required significant energy. Otherwise, the Demon Realm would have already ruled the world.
As he walked, a bus suddenly drove up and stopped beside him, opening its doors.
"Is this some kind of unknown AOE?" Qin Muye glanced inside the bus, where three people and a group of ghosts were seated. Clearly, those three were pulled in by a derivative abnormality of the Demon Realm to complete a task.
The three of them were equally surprised to see Qin Muye. They couldn't believe someone would walk the streets so carelessly without any protection, unafraid of being devoured by evil spirits?
They had witnessed the terror of the ghosts.
"Driver, is this going to Garden Restaurant?" Qin Muye asked. He couldn't just get on if it wasn't on his way.
Although he had been affected by the unknown AOE, it didn't mean he had to accept it.
An unknown AOE wasn't necessarily harmful or an attack; it could be some bizarre rules or events.
Otherwise, he wouldn't encounter these things. With his current presence, he was much less noticeable than ordinary people. In a crowd, he was the epitome of a common face, and no one would pay attention to him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't in a crowd, so the effect was greatly reduced.
"Three more stops to go~" a hoarse voice came from the bus, possibly from the driver or the bus itself.
Qin Muye, upon hearing this, got into the bus without hesitation. After all, he hadn't yet received the reward for his decreased presence.
As soon as he got in, the bus door closed automatically. A mix of burnt and rotten smells flooded his nostrils, making it incredibly unpleasant. 'Too bad, none of the three unlucky guys have the Demon Realm's Chosen talent,' Qin Muye thought, shaking his head. Those three were probably done for; without the Demon Realm's Chosen talent, they were as good as buried halfway in the ground.
"Driver, there's no seat here. What kind of bus are you letting me on?" Qin Muye scanned the bus and immediately confronted the driver.
Who else could he blame? He had to hold the primary responsible person accountable.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I can help you," the driver turned around, revealing a face charred like charcoal.
Qin Muye swiftly delivered a powerful slap, turning the driver's head back to face forward.
"Can you drive or not? How did you get this job, turning around to chat with me while driving? Do you not want your salary? I'll dock your entire bonus this month, and if you keep being sarcastic, I'll report you for dangerous driving," Qin Muye said, not needing to be reasonable.
The entire bus fell silent, especially the three unlucky humans. They never expected the task to be handled this way—slapping the driver the moment they got on?
And the driver didn't even dare to retaliate. When they got on, there were ten people, but seven had died due to the ghosts' harassment.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Qin Muye pressed.
"You die—" The driver didn't finish his sentence. Just as Qin Muye was about to strike, the driver abruptly changed his tone: "If you're going to the Garden Restaurant, it's just three more stops. You can stand for a bit."
This was a complete 180-degree turn.
The three humans hid even deeper.
Just because the driver looked human didn't mean he was. The ghosts beside them also looked human.
They knew the driver could act so recklessly, but they couldn't. If they dared to slap the driver, they would be reduced to a pile of bones.
Ghosts bullied the weak and feared the strong; they weren't new to these tasks.
"Do you think it's appropriate to say that? I haven't paid, and I don't plan to, but you can't treat me like I'm not a customer just because I'm not paying. Have you heard the phrase 'the customer is God'?" Qin Muye's shameless words stunned everyone and the ghosts.
After all, there were powerful ghosts, but adding shamelessness to the mix was indeed rare.
"I, I—" The driver was speechless. When someone was determined to make things difficult, what could you do?
In the end, he could only say, "How about I give you my seat?"
"I was waiting for you to say that. Move," Qin Muye pulled the driver out of his seat and took over the bus.
"Let me tell you, this is your choice. If anything goes wrong, it's not my problem," Qin Muye said, stepping on the gas.
The entire bus turned into a blur, and the sudden acceleration made Qin Muye realize this wasn't an ordinary bus.
"Wait, slow down, or the bus will fall apart," the driver panicked.
After all, even if he stepped on the gas a hundred times, the bus wouldn't go this fast. He heard the bus creaking, as if it couldn't bear the strain.
"Slow down? Impossible. I'm already over an hour late for work. If I slow down, I'll lose my salary," Qin Muye added fuel to the fire. The bus began to fall apart, and a raging fire instantly engulfed it.
The three humans were stunned. Everything seemed normal, but why did it turn out this way? Now they could only hope the bus held together. If it didn't, they would be in serious trouble.
For them, the task was to ride the bus to the final stop. If the bus fell apart halfway, how could they complete the task?
Walk to the final stop? That was a death sentence.
(End of Chapter)
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