【Host: Zhao Dezhu.】
【Initial Task Issued: Make the “useless” newbie standing in front of you deeply realize his own incompetence. Reward: Eloquence +1, slight increase in mental pressure aura.】
Zhao Dezhu blinked hard, thinking he must have fainted from anger and was now hallucinating.
But the interface was crystal clear—he could even read the task details and reward description.
“Sys… System?”
In an instant, all those web novels he’d read flashed through his mind. His heart pounded wildly as an indescribable surge of excitement and greed rushed over him.
Looks like I, Zhao Dezhu, really am the chosen one!
When he looked at Wang Xiaoqiang again, his gaze now carried a probing, far more naked malice.
“Wang Xiaoqiang!”
Zhao Dezhu deliberately lowered his voice, yet it carried an unprecedented, deeply uncomfortable sense of oppression.
“You didn’t just miss a line—you didn’t even bring your brain to work! A pig-stupid thing like you is just wasting oxygen by being alive. You might as well crawl home and live off your parents already!”
To his delight, he discovered that his words really did carry more force now. Wang Xiaoqiang’s head drooped even lower, his body beginning to tremble slightly.
【Task Completed! Rewards Issued!】
A faint warm current flowed into Zhao Dezhu’s throat and brain. He felt his tongue become more agile, and his gaze seemed to gain an extra layer of intimidation.
“Haha… hahahaha!” Zhao Dezhu laughed wildly in his mind. “It’s real! I’m about to make it big!”
But before he could revel in it for long, a new task arrived right on its heels:
【New Task Issued: Within ten minutes, make at least three employees in the company who are under 25 years old feel utterly ashamed of themselves. Reward: Small Energy Potion ×1, 500 yuan in cash.】
【Failure Penalty: Mild electric shock.】
A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Dezhu’s eyes. Like someone injected with chicken blood, he immediately began prowling the office, hunting for those “young kids” he had long disliked.
He walked up to a female intern who was filling her water bottle, snatched the cup from her hand:
“Drinking water during work hours? Don’t you know the company doesn’t keep idle people? Look at how clumsy you are—no wonder you’re stuck as an intern forever!”
He then swaggered over to another young employee who was diligently working on a report, jabbing his finger hard at the screen:
“What kind of garbage is this? The logic is utter nonsense! Let me tell you, when I was your age, I was already handling things independently! You young people just need more discipline!”
He unleashed every ounce of his venom, channeling years of jealousy, resentment, and contempt toward the younger generation, now amplified and justified by the system, pouring it all out without restraint.
The task was completed smoothly. The cash reward appeared directly in his pocket, and the small energy potion turned into a point of light that merged into his body, instantly filling him with boundless vigor.
“So damn good! This is what life should be!” Zhao Dezhu reveled in the intoxicating pleasure of dominating and belittling others.
【New Task Issued: Go to XX Commercial Plaza in the city center. In a crowded area, publicly humiliate a “brat” minor and their parent whom you deem a “problem child.” Reward: Basic Combat Skills, 1000 yuan in cash.】
【Failure Penalty: Moderate electric shock.】
“Brat? Hmph, I hate those insolent, undisciplined little beasts the most!”
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Dezhu accepted the task. A cruel, excited smile spread across his face as he grabbed his suit jacket and rushed out of the company.
What he failed to notice was that, as the taxi carried him toward the plaza, several traffic cameras along the route had their indicator lights flicker almost imperceptibly.
At the roadside, a public welfare energy sensing node disguised as a power distribution box recorded a faint, anomalous data fluctuation.
Even while he waited at a red light, inside a seemingly ordinary black sedan parked nearby, a portable detector in the hands of a “Dui”-rank field operative emitted an extremely brief, low-intensity alert tone before quickly falling silent again.
Earlier, after Supervisor Qian had hoarsely issued the order, within the vast living architectural complex of the Bath淋 City Public Welfare Division, a perfect cube abruptly halted its frictional displacement relative to the surrounding units.
From within came the dull sound of mechanical operation mixed with the squelching of flesh. Immediately afterward, this roughly kilometer-sided giant cube detached from the main structure like a ripe fruit falling from the vine—
At its base, jets of ghostly blue plasma mixed with some kind of biological mucus erupted as propulsion material, accompanied by a low, roaring growl, as the massive structure hurtled southeast at high speed.
Inside this colossal cube were numerous Type-B consciousness shielding units, along with standby containment teams preparing for combat.
Through the occasional observation windows that opened during its rapid flight, one could see that the interior was not a cold mechanical chamber, but a cavity filled with throbbing tumors and flickering neural cables—
Several containment personnel wearing specialized protective suits, their armbands bearing the “Gen” trigram, were tensely calibrating control interfaces made of flesh fused with crystal.
The once-bustling city-center commercial plaza had become a living hell—all of it the handiwork of the previous system host.
Zhao Dezhu stood atop the ruins of the fountain, his feet planted on shattered marble and congealed blood plasma.
He had just completed the public humiliation of a “brat” task, earning 1000 yuan and basic combat skills, but these rewards could no longer satisfy his rapidly inflating desires.
The system’s tasks were growing more and more extreme, the rewards increasingly lavish, while the failure penalties had escalated to terrifying phrases like “severe organ failure.”
Like an addict, he was hopelessly hooked on the rush of growing stronger so quickly. Reason had long since been thrown to the winds.
【New Task Issued: Within one hour, cause over 50,000 casualties within a one-kilometer radius. Reward: Mid-level Energy Manipulation, Disaster Armory (Ball Lightning, etc.) unlocked.】
【Failure Penalty: Complete erasure of consciousness.】
When Zhao Dezhu read the task, far from feeling fear, he trembled all over with excitement.
Fifty thousand people! Disaster Armory! Ball lightning! This was power worthy of his status as the “chosen one”!
“System! Accept the task!” he practically roared.
But the instant he accepted it, a torrent of information—far vaster, colder, and more chaotic than anything before—slammed into his mind.
This was no longer the gradual infusion of rewards. It felt more like… a forceful overwrite and reconstruction.
“Arghhh—!”
Zhao Dezhu clutched his head and screamed in agony. Blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
He felt as though his brain had been churned into mush and then reassembled. Countless unfamiliar pieces of knowledge, technical principles, and energy manipulation formulas were brutally branded deep into his consciousness.
This was not the system’s usual reward mechanism.
It felt far more like some entity of terrifyingly high intelligence, reaching across endless dimensions, forcibly cramming an entire mature “Disaster Weaponry” instruction manual and energy core straight into his brain.
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