Three o'clock in the morning.
Wu Qi was awakened by the sound of an encrypted email.
The phone screen glowed coldly in the darkness, and the sender column displayed garbled characters. He frowned and opened the email. There was only one line in the email:
"The world you see is the 7342nd iteration."
The next second, severe pain was like a steel nail digging into the skull.
Wu Qi groaned and dropped his cell phone, hitting it on the carpet. Countless spots of light exploded in his field of vision, and a sharp buzzing sounded in his ears. He was curled up on the leather sofa, his nails digging into the armrests.
The pain lasted twenty-seven seconds.
When the severe pain subsided, Wu Qi found that he could "see" some strange things - translucent data streams floating in the air, and vague grid-like outlines on the walls. The strangest thing is that a line of small words appeared in the lower right corner of his field of vision:
System Creation (Elementary)
[Available points: 1]
"Fuck." Wu Qi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Before he could figure out what this line meant, there was a knock on the bedroom door. The knocks on the door were urgent, three short and one long - this was an emergency signal in the gang.
"Come in."
A bald man in a black suit pushed open the door and said with an ugly face: "Longtou, something happened. The people from Old Snake... Intercepted our goods at the dock."
Wu Qi slowly sat up straight.
The residual dizziness from the severe pain was still there, but now his eyes had turned cold. There has been an undercurrent within the Triad for a long time, and that old guy, Old Snake, has been coveting the leading position for more than a day or two.
"How much was the loss?"
"Two containers of electronic components." The bald man lowered his voice, "What's even more troublesome is that the old snake has said that you are...'Not in the right state' lately."
The status is wrong.
