Inside the rental house, the light is dim. The cold light from the monitor reflected on Jiang Yi's pale face. The air was filled with the smell of rancid instant noodles, mixed with the tar smell of cheap tobacco. Jiang Yi stared at the progress bar on the screen, his eyeballs covered with red bloodshot eyes. If you don't look carefully, you can even see his fingers trembling slightly. It was hungry and exciting. "System upgrading...99%..." He had been staring at this line of green pixel words for three full hours. As a historical district UP owner who was on the verge of starvation, the "World Dialogue System" that suddenly hit his head was his last straw. If you don't have money to pay the rent, you will have to sleep under a bridge next month. "Ding!" A crisp electronic sound exploded in the dead silent room. River
