Chapter 179: The Gloom of War

Chapter 179: The Gloom of War

Gu Yi stood still, lost in thought.

The first time he saw the man's daughter, Gu Yi thought she might be a breakthrough. But he soon realized he had no idea where to start.

Because he found, once again, that he couldn't persuade the daughter.

Despite the fact that his interaction with the lady lasted less than three minutes, he still couldn't recover from that shock.

Is it really true, as the supervisor said, that third-class citizens remain third-class citizens for their entire lives because they are lazy?

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Third-class citizens are third-class citizens because the upper classes have closed all the paths to advancement, leaving them to strive at the bottomno, "struggle" is a more appropriate word than "strive."

Mining is already the most lucrative job, but many third-class citizens have mined for twenty or thirty years and still can't shed the title of third-class citizen.

Perhaps life finally starts to improve, only to end in disease and death, eventually becoming nourishment for the city.

When people die, they are pushed into the incinerator at death, and their blackened, hardened lungs can't even be melted by the high flames.

Gu Yi realized his emotions were becoming unmanageable and immediately used psychological suggestion on himself to dispel those negative emotions.

"Dark Street is a good place to base myself. I should find a way to rent a house there and then explore slowly."

With his mind made up, Gu Yi headed towards Dark Street.

...

In the real world.

"This superisor talks just like our company's boss."

"I don't know why, but I feel like this dungeon has become too realistic, so realistic that I think adventurers can't possibly complete the mission."

"There's no weird power in this dungeon, but I feel this might be the most hopeless one. Because I can't see a glimmer of hope for a turnaround. Goodbye, brothers, I've decided to commit suicide."

"Hey, don't think like that, upstairs!"

"Quick, call the police!"

"No need to call the police, the guy just now is from the kimchi country, their country is now in a state of anarchy, the police can't save people in time."

Wars in the age of the weird powers would be ten times more terrifying than nuclear wars.

If a large-scale war really breaks out worldwide, within a month, there will no longer be any life on Earth. And a month is the time adventurers need to complete the challenge.

Everyone felt the heavy atmosphere after hearing Qu Kangping's words.

Since the invasion of the weird world, humanity hasn't experienced an international war for decades, with most fights being only against fanatics.

As the shadow of war looms again, the usual smiles and jokes are gone.

Xi Wang cracked a smile and raised her hand, saying, "Hey, guys, don't be so tense. Let's make a bet. Our Gu Yi will definitely achieve a perfect clearance."

"I said, don't mention betting in front of me." Qu Kangping shook his head and left the meeting room. "I'm going to have a video conference with the President. You continue working."

Xi Wang watched Qu Kangping's back, whispering to a colleague, "Has the team leader always been like this? Can't take a joke? Or is he deliberately putting me in my place? Why do I feel he's acting strange?"

"He wasn't like this before," the colleague shook their head. "Maybe the death of Brother Ah Jian hit him too hard. The punishment from above was severe, and now he's also waiting for an opportunity to redeem himself. Maybe things will get better after this period."

"Who is Ah Jian?"

"He was the former captain of the strategy team and also the person team leader Qu had the most hope for as his successor."

"Oh, I see."

Hearing this, Xi Wang nodded thoughtfully.

...

Dennis worked in the mine for a full 10 hours before leaving with his coworkers. He could earn about ten years of sentence reduction per hour, and he didn't have to pay for the rental of the breathing apparatus, so he earned over a hundred years of sentence reduction today.

However, the dungeon requires adventurers to reach at least second-class citizenship within a month, with a one million-year sentence, meaning Dennis would have to dig in the mine for 10,000 days without eating or drinking.

At this rate, Dennis definitely cannot clear the dungeon.

Dennis looked at his coworkers and grabbed those who had bet with him.

"Guys, I have a question."

"What's up?"

"Is there any fun place around here?"