Yu Qianmo, sixteen years old, has three pairs of ears, a dozen tails, a face with holy light, and the inner barrage is faster than the dungeon BOSS.
He originally just wanted to be an ordinary high school student. Bombing a prison and grabbing a plane to rush back to school is already a great honor. As a result, when I stood at the school gate the next day, the school had been replaced by a weird teaching building with an infinite loop - no top, no bottom. Every morning at 8 o'clock, I pushed the door to enter the dungeon. I earned points by completing the level. I left after 3,000 points. If I didn't get enough points, I would stay forever as a "teaching aid."
When the system number 0629 popped up to calculate the initial points, Yu Qianmo thought he had heard wrong.
Negative eighteen thousand.
Others started with zero points, but he was fine, but he owed the system 18,000 points. 0629 Suppressed a smile and explained - the prison you bombed happened to be the one where the system headquarters invested the most money. The infrastructure fees, security system fees, and decoration fees for the five offices you burned were all converted into points and deducted from your head.
More than a dozen of Yu Qianmo's tails exploded at the same time.
What's even more annoying is the teammate named Pabei, who talks as much as a broken faucet. He follows him around asking questions every day. Yu Qianmo's biggest dungeon challenge is not to fight monsters, but how to shut up this person for more than three minutes. In the first few dungeons, he cursed and earned points while paying off debts, until one day he discovered that the dungeon he had worked so hard to finish had a lower score than the buddy next door who had been lying there from beginning to end. He asked five people to check the same record, and the numbers on each list were different. The points are not calculated at all, they are all approved manually. There are people hiding in the background who manually score points, giving them to those who like them, and deducting them if they don't.
As for Pa Bei, a talkative person who could usually talk about anything for ten minutes, he immediately changed the topic when he mentioned the words "who cares about the points". One day he said the cafeteria was delicious, the next day he said the bed in the dormitory was too hard, and the day after tomorrow he started praising his beautiful tail. What is he hiding?
What's even worse is that zero-point redemption is not a benefit at all, but a trap. Borrow one debt at a time, and when it reaches a certain amount, you will become an NPC in the instance. Yu Qianmo looked through his exchange records - plus the initial debt of 18,000, he would have to score 21,000 points before he could leave.
The system hiccups with laughter in the background.
Pabei said next to him, "I'll pay it back for you." His tone was as relaxed as saying that the weather is nice today. How could he pay it back? Why should he return it?
Sixty days, twelve copies, and a debt of twenty thousand. While running for his life and fighting monsters, Yu Qianmo dug into the cracks in the points system and discovered that the employee behind the manual batching was actually an unlucky guy who was thrown into being an administrator. After batching every day, he had to throw dice to decide who would live and who would die. Pa Bei, on the other hand, knew everything. He never stopped or explained. He only occasionally said "Go this way" when Yu Qianmo was about to step on thunder.
He had no time to ask. The door to the tenth copy has been opened. Qi Mocheng's voice came from behind, still in the same tone of wanting to be beaten: "Let's go, I'll accompany you."
Yu Qianmo looked back at him.
Who is this person? Why does he know everything? Why did you choose to follow him?
But he was more concerned about another thing now - twenty-one thousand points. He still owes it.
Purpose: After the rules
