Chapter 601 You Don’t Understand

Chapter 601: You Don’t Get It

Bai Qi’s wrist showed 10 starting points, which everyone saw when the game started. And since completing a C-level task paid 50 points, there’s no way Bai Qi could afford anything from the weapon vending machine.

But Su Bai heard it clearly—each machine made a different sound when operated on its screen. Bai Qi first made a selection on the food and drink vending machine, and then Su Bai heard another sound, probably the product rolling out.

Later, Bai Qi made a selection on the weapon vending machine, followed again by the sound of an item rolling out.

So Su Bai was sure Bai Qi had spent at least 500 points to buy a weapon.

That meant she faked the points on her wrist for everyone to see? If she wasn’t a newcomer but a veteran with enough starting points, her talent would’ve already evolved into an ability. She must’ve used that ability to fake the points, passing herself off as a rookie.

The strangest part was that, to Su Bai, the Red Moon’s power inside Bai Qi seemed similar to that of a newcomer.

But what was her goal?

People always have a reason for what they do. What’s the point of pretending to be a harmless, clingy newbie?

If she was a veteran with over 500 starting points, what’s the advantage of sucking up to Pei Zhan like this—catering to his habits, offering food and water?

This didn’t seem like just trying to clear the game. It felt more like she was deliberately playing a certain “role,” the real goal being to hide her true intentions or even identity.

Su Bai was still thinking when he caught Bai Qi’s figure in his peripheral vision at the doorway.

She handed a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of energy drink to Pei Zhan, smiling sweetly as she leaned closer: “This energy drink cost a full 2 points! It can temporarily boost your speed, so it might come in handy later.”

Her tone was sweet and natural, no awkwardness at all, like she really valued the points she earned from her work but was willing to grit her teeth and spend them for Pei Zhan.

“Thanks.” Pei Zhan didn’t refuse, just took them, though his attitude remained cold.

“Young people,” Shen Guanlan shook her head, watching Bai Qi and Pei Zhan, her tone complex.

…

As the countdown clock on the wall clicked again, the hand inching forward one notch, shortening the time left in the day by another hour, the players finally shut up and got ready for their work tasks.

The brief silence in the office was broken by footsteps, the click of backpack buckles, and the rustle of gear being prepped.

Even with simple tasks and lower floors, no one was risking their life.

Outside the office, the elevator area had two elevators. Players who’d grabbed their assigned coffee from the warehouse split into two groups based on their target floors, pushing carts full of coffee into the elevators.

Those going downstairs took the left elevator, those going upstairs took the right.

Su Bai walked slowly to the elevator, steadying his breathing, grabbing anything he could, trying to walk as steady as possible.

Wu Hang had thought about being Su Bai’s “ride” again while doing the boring A-level task, but Su Bai’s face was so pissed it looked like he wanted to bite him.

The players’ work instructions all said to be careful with the elevators. So even after pressing their floor buttons, they stayed on edge, afraid the elevator might stop on the wrong floor and let in some out-of-control creepy entities.

Yes, out of control.

Yesterday, when Wu Hang described the situation on the 56th floor, Wen Ya and Pei Zhan had heard it clearly. Clearly, not all the creepy entities in this building were human-like and eager to work. Some were in a state of losing control.

But even if they ran into such out-of-control beings, they still had to complete their tasks—deliver the coffee, and personally watch those entities sip down the “Midnight Memory Special Blend.”

Su Bai and Wen Ya’s work floor was the 46th, so the elevator doors opened shortly after they entered. Perhaps seeing Su Bai’s poor physical condition, the celebrity pushed the coffee cart out first.

Before leaving the elevator, Su Bai turned back and shot a warning glare at the Lord Ghost Witch, hoping the guy wouldn’t forget he was far from his main body and crack his shell again.

The elevator doors closed, and Wu Hang, still inside, let out a soft laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Pei Zhan couldn’t help asking.

“…” Wu Hang seemed unwilling to talk to any human other than Su Bai, but after a moment of silence, he spoke, “This might be the happiness of having a companion.”

Was he showing off in front of him? Pei Zhan’s expression grew complicated. Was he saying that someone without a partner couldn’t understand him?

“And what about always taking S-level tasks? Is that for his happiness too?” Pei Zhan pressed on, a bit displeased. “You were already injured yesterday, right? Isn’t it strange that he didn’t stop you from choosing an S-level task again?”

“So you don’t get it,” Wu Hang’s voice came from under his cloak. “He trusts that I’ll complete the task, just as I trust that he’ll complete his.”

“And if you people, cough, you people, just stick to low-level tasks every day, are you planning to passively wait for real danger to appear?” Wu Hang turned to look at the sword-wielding veteran. “His body isn’t suited for staying here long. If we can find some clues from the higher floors ahead of time, maybe we can get him out of here sooner.”

When Pei Zhan’s floor arrived, the elevator doors opened.

Pushing his coffee cart out of the elevator, Pei Zhan glanced back at Wu Hang still leaning there. Though he couldn’t see the man’s face, he felt he was impressive—more so than the leader of the Candlelight Association.

That impressiveness wasn’t just about strength; it was something else.

Was it because this Mr. Wu had a companion he wanted to protect?

Pei Zhan thought of Su Bai’s pale complexion and frail body, and for once, he felt a pang of regret, much like the other players.

After all, finding and protecting a truly loving companion in the nightmare world was far too difficult.

Meanwhile, on the 46th floor of the building, Wen Ya, pushing the coffee cart, slowed her pace.

“Maybe you should push this cart,” Wen Ya suggested, originally meaning to lighten Su Bai’s load. But watching his slightly sluggish steps, she felt he might need something to lean on.

Su Bai just smiled and shook his head: “It’s fine. Practicing a bit more should help me recover faster, so I won’t cause trouble for everyone.”

With that, Su Bai looked up at the front desk on the 46th floor. The floor’s decor was somewhat similar to the 44th, but the receptionist standing there didn’t even have a basic human form—it was just a giant sunflower with a mouth on its flower disc.