Volume 2. Game Update in Progress
A meal of boiled fish, and I ate with complete satisfaction, while Shao He sat there totally confused...
I couldn’t blame her—after all, who wouldn’t be baffled seeing a girl under sixteen years old, weighing less than a hundred jin (a traditional Chinese weight unit), devour six jin of fatty fish and a whole pot of rice in one go?
Even the waitress was completely stunned.
Shao He was in her twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, weighed around 120 jin, and had only eaten one bowl of rice and some fish.
For her, someone with my petite figure eating this much was clearly shocking.
Halfway through my meal, she even picked up her phone.
I saw she was dialing 120, though she didn’t call in the end.
Looked like she was just preparing to hit emergency services in case I ate myself to death?
Tsk tsk... she really underestimated me.
I could have doubled that amount!
Still, let’s leave it at that for today—any more and I might scare the girl too much.
“Let’s go home.”
I set down my chopsticks, gracefully picked up a napkin, and carefully wiped the oil off the corners of my mouth.
Then I slowly stood up.
As soon as I moved, both Shao He and the waitress jolted in fear, scrambling to catch me, as if worried I’d collapse right there.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them, touched my perfectly flat stomach, and muttered.
“Seventy percent full, that’s enough.”
The waitress looked at the table, now left with only one and a half basins of fish.
Then she looked at the seven or eight empty rice bowls.
After counting how many times she’d refilled my rice, her eyes glazed over, her face blank with shock.
Shao He, on the other hand, gaped at the table, then at... my belly.
Her expression clearly said, “Am I dreaming?”
Seeing the dumbfounded expressions on both of them, I couldn’t help but shake my head inwardly.
This was enough to stun you?
This is your level of mental fortitude?
If I told you about the unforgettable midterm exam I went through this morning, you’d both probably be sent to the psychiatric hospital.
Young people these days... truly have no psychological endurance.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a bit... aged and nostalgic.
I got up, gathered my things, and headed home.
Even after getting in the car, Shao He’s stunned expression still hadn’t fully recovered.
I was genuinely worried the girl might get into an accident because of it.
Fortunately, her driving skills were actually quite good.
The whole way back, nothing went wrong.
As we passed the bridge, the salvage work finally came to an end.
Four bodies covered with white cloth lay on the other side of the bridge.
The car had been hauled up to the shore.
The site was cordoned off with warning tape, and every vehicle had to go around.
I glanced at the four people.
Since they were all covered, it meant they were all dead.
Looked like my calculations were accurate.
In a vegetative state, falling into icy river water, their bodies couldn’t even struggle.
In just over a minute, they drowned—no rescue possible.
Police officers stood around maintaining order.
The flashing lights illuminated the dusk-colored bridge.
Uniformed officers were reporting their findings and inspecting the scene.
As the car approached this area—already rush hour—and with part of the road blocked by the police tape, traffic slowed down a lot.
I only meant to take a quick look, but unexpectedly, I saw two familiar figures.
One older, one younger.
One looked to be around forty, the other around twenty.
The younger man seemed to notice me too, pausing in surprise.
But the older detective didn’t see me—he had his back to me.
I didn’t greet them.
We weren’t close anyway.
Even though we had met once, given my current situation, any connection with the police would only bring trouble.
So I simply passed by.
However, after the car moved past, I suddenly felt like I was being watched.
I didn’t turn my head.
Instead, I used the Evil Spirit Form to look back.
And I saw... that older police officer and the young officer staring at the back of the BMW I was in, seemingly discussing something.
I felt a bit curious, but I had no chance to turn back.
The car was moving forward.
I had already used the Evil Spirit Form outside my body for at least twenty-five minutes today.
If I left my body again, and failed to locate the moving car within five minutes, the Evil Spirit Form might go out of control.
If that happened, it would be truly troublesome.
At least at this stage, I hadn’t encountered anything like a “Taoist” or a “sorcerer.”
The so-called talismans or gourd-shaped swords sold in shops didn’t cause the Evil Spirit Form the slightest fear.
In other words, once the Evil Spirit Form loses control in the Surface World, the consequences would be unacceptable.
From what I knew so far, at least in this city, there was nothing that could stop a berserk Evil Spirit Form.
Which meant... if the Evil Spirit Form ran amok, the result... could shake the world.
It might even plunge the entire world into chaos.
Nothing could stop the Evil Spirit Form.
Which meant that, to it, humans were just walking, delicious dishes.
The Evil Spirit Form couldn’t feel hunger or fullness.
It would just eat and eat without limit.
Only when there were no living humans left in the world would it stop.
I couldn’t help but imagine that scenario in my mind.
Wait a minute... if that’s true, then the APP seems to be something extremely dangerous for the world too!
Any of the monsters inside that app—if they came out from the Interdimensional Space—the consequences would be unthinkable.
Faced with such monsters, humans had no way to resist.
At least the Evil Spirit Form knew that physical laws didn’t apply to it.
Which meant that no human attack could hurt the Evil Spirit Form.
Even a nuclear bomb would be useless.
This made me feel a bit doubtful.
Where... did these monsters come from?
And the APP—where did it come from?
First of all, I knew soul forms existed.
But at least for now, I hadn’t found any that could linger for long.
It was likely that the conditions for a soul form to stay were extremely harsh.
Hospitals clearly didn’t meet those conditions.
So most souls disappeared within twenty minutes of death.
Then... were the ghost legends from ancient times real?
No... I don’t think that’s it.
If the conditions for lingering souls were that harsh, then the odds of their existence would be very low.
It’s even possible that such souls don’t exist in this world at all.
Those mythological stories were just the fantasies of ancient people.
Even assuming... some souls could linger—why wouldn’t they go berserk like Evil Spirit Forms?
If lingering souls did exist, then they probably lacked intelligence.
But then, why were there so few stories about evil spirits harming people?