ocean-life Chapter 180: 178: "Petty and Malicious!
Chapter 180: 178: "Petty and Malicious!
Chapter 180: Chapter 178: “Petty and Malicious!
“Found it!”
A dozen seconds later, Tuberculosis Rabbit suddenly pulled out a prop from his bosom, held it in his hand, and turned his head to look at Chen Yi, “Yi, should I activate it now?”
“Yeah, activate it.”
‘Prop Name’: Banshee’s Feast.
‘Prop Effect’: Once activated, it can draw everyone nearby into an illusion. In that illusion, a dedicated banshee will massage you for half an hour.
‘Prop Description’: “Banshees have no attacking capabilities, not even teeth.”
A white light flashed, and the prop was activated.
In the illusion, Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit enjoyed the massage from the Banshee and quickly relieved the fatigue of the day.
Soon, both of them drifted off into a deep sleep.
Tuberculosis Rabbit’s sleep-talking timely subsided.
Chen Yi, who was frowning slightly in his sleep, relaxed his furrowed brows upon hearing Tuberculosis Rabbit’s murmurs and entered into a sound sleep.
The two were completely unconcerned with the ruckus outside.
...
Skywake Headquarters.
Inside a spacious meeting room, dozens of people were seated while several more stood on both sides.
Everyone present was a strong core member of Skywake.
The peripheral members recruited over the last few days had no right to enter this meeting room, as they were only part of the foundation for the future establishment of the Guild.
However, the atmosphere inside the meeting room seemed somewhat tense.
The President of Skywake, his eyelids drooping, sat silently in his chair for a while before speaking softly, “Let’s hear it, He Chaowei. What was your original intention in posting that message?”
His voice sliced through the air like a cold blade, causing everyone’s hearts to skip a beat, fearing that they might be the next target.
“I...”
He Chaowei, looking somewhat uncomfortable, slowly rose to his feet. He did not dare to look at the President of Skywake but instead mumbled, “After you all went in, Chen Yi suddenly pushed Skywake’s map review score down to 1% on the ‘Silent Deserted Island’.”
“The online reputation of Skywake is very poor. Skywake never used to show its face publicly, so naturally, we didn’t care about our reputation.”
“But President, didn’t you say our next step is to establish a Guild and attract more powerful players? We need to establish the concept that Skywake is the world’s first of this kind.”
“Seeing you all enter the map with full confidence, I posted an announcement, hoping to salvage Skywake’s reputation.”
“Hmm.”
After a long silence, the President of Skywake, who still hadn’t opened his eyes, nodded lightly in his chair. He didn’t reprimand He Chaowei but continued, “Chen Yi must have found the six-digit password.”
“There are a million combinations for a six-digit password; guessing is definitely not an option. There must be some clues within the map that we missed. Yan Niang, you take Team Three and review the clues thoroughly to see if we can deduce this six-digit password.”
“Yes.”
Yan Niang, with her fiery red hair, nodded seriously before hesitating, “The current trend on the forums isn’t looking good for Skywake. Should we get rid of Chen Yi?”
“This would let people know that when it comes to strength, Skywake is definitely stronger than Chen Yi.”
Upon hearing this suggestion...
The President of Skywake, the middle-aged man, opened his eyes for the first time, gazing emotionlessly at Yan Niang as he asked word by word, “What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly.”
“I...”
Yan Niang, hesitant to meet the President’s gaze, murmured uncertainly, “I said, should we get rid of Chen Yi...”
“Bullshit!”
The President of Skywake suddenly changed his expression, rising from his chair and slamming the table ferociously, he glared at Yan Niang and roared, “Since ancient times, figures like Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Zhu Yuanzhang, which great personalities have ever claimed they’ve never been defeated? Never failed?”
After Yan Niang had left,
The President of Skywake leaned back in his chair with eyes closed, and from the desk drawer, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and placed it between his lips, completely disregarding the rules of July, and with the mist of smoke around him, he looked up at the ceiling with an absent gaze.
He once had a very beautiful wife, a university graduate from a family of scholars.
She was adept in both the literary gatherings and the kitchen.
You could say she was the perfect woman.
But perfect women often have short lives; before the next era arrived, his wife had died.
Her death was ridiculous.
One day when she went out to buy groceries, the road suddenly collapsed. She fell down and died on the spot.
During that time, he almost completely gave up on life, not even going to the company he had worked so hard to develop. His partners became desperate and left one by one, and the company’s projects came to a full halt.
He spent his days in his house drinking and staring blankly, like a vegetative person without thought.
During this period, his wife’s younger sister, Yan Niang, took care of him every day, attempting to emulate his deceased wife in tidying up the house, shopping, and cooking.
Yan Niang and his wife were twins.
During those days, he gradually came back to life, and an inappropriate affection developed between him and Yan Niang.
He knew it was the behavior of a beast.
But... they looked too similar. He missed his wife too much and couldn’t help but treat Yan Niang as his wife.
The company gradually resumed its operations, and everything went back on track.
He knew the ulterior motives of Yan Niang, who ran away from home before his wife’s death and served as the “princess” in a club, simply approaching him for money.
She led an extremely chaotic personal life.
Even later, she would spend his money on insignificant young men, and after the new era began, she would still take advantage of the props he gave her to find men everywhere.
But he didn’t care.
They were simply too similar.
He hypnotized himself into believing his wife hadn’t died, but was Yan Niang.
However, Yan Niang lacked his wife’s wisdom. Instead, she exuded the unmistakable air of a club ‘princess’: short-sighted, selfish, petty, vain, and concerned about appearances—all qualities he disliked.
“...”
Zhou Ziqiang remained silent for a long time before he slowly found another Vice President of Skywake in the chat panel, Zhang Chu.
“Tomorrow, I will hold a meeting and remove Yan Niang’s position as Vice President.”
“You have the Storage Department come up with some reason in advance to take back the props on Yan Niang.”
Fake will always remain fake.
No matter how similar they look, Yan Niang is not his wife.
Having someone like this with power in the Guild was bound to bring chaos to Skywake sooner or later.
Maybe it was time for him to wake up.
As for the disgraceful events of these days, perhaps it was something he would have to apologize for to his wife in person after his death.
He looked at the most conspicuous photo of his wife on the desk and once again slowly closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair without a word, feeling extremely weary in his heart.
As for Chen Yi, he had his own thoughts.
So far, there was no enmity between Skywake and Chen Yi; even the unexpected contest this time was not a grudge. If handled properly, perhaps they could join forces—creating a story worth telling.
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