pjbooks Chapter 1: Risk Your Soul, Become a Designer!
Chapter 1: Risk Your Soul, Become a Designer!
"You cowardly scoundrel! You have the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it!"
"Don't think you can get away with faking depression and breaking your leg by jumping off a building. I, Yang Lan, am telling you today! This harassment of me isn't over!"
"This is the apology letter you wrote a few days ago, this is the apology letter signed by your counselor for harassing me, and this is the document confirmed by your guardian from the welfare home."
"You're a man, can't you be more magnanimous and admit your mistake if you didn't do anything wrong?"
Ryoto, Sakurato University Hospital, Surgical Ward.
"Why should I admit to something I didn't do!"
With one leg bandaged, You Xing sat in his wheelchair with a disdainful expression, ignoring the female college student who was yelling at him three times. He pushed the wheelchair around and returned to the ward alone.
Continue apologizing?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
The original owner had already made one mistake after another, signing a series of apology letters; he could no longer afford to continue making the same mistakes.
Admitting mistakes is impossible; admitting mistakes means certain death.
An unintentional conflict, a fabricated apology, and repeated acts of oppression—the wicked Yang Lan uses all sorts of despicable means to deceive the public.
If it weren't for the timely passage of the executioner, who stepped on his left foot and spiraled upwards, the original owner would have been driven to his death.
That resentment soaring into the sky could be felt even by the executioners in parallel worlds.
You Xing didn't close his eyes to sleep until he solved the problem himself.
Something has to be done. But...
Recently, he was sued by a villain, which caused him to suffer from nervous breakdown and was under immense pressure. He then jumped from the fifth floor.
You Xing looked at his broken leg and realized that it was impossible to solve the problem using conventional methods.
If this matter is not dealt with quickly, even bigger troubles will follow.
Pushing the wheelchair slowly to the balcony, You Xing gazed at the sky alone, letting out a long sigh.
"Hopefully, the chances of encountering a terrifying event are higher if I'm near a hospital."
Now, Youxing can only hope that a new instance of the dungeon will befall him.
Through the original owner's memories, You Xing learned that the history of this world was almost the same as his previous life, the only difference being the terrifying dungeon.
Players selected to enter dungeons will receive various rewards upon successful completion.
This includes drugs that can regenerate severed limbs, potions that can eliminate cancer cells, and even potions that can restore the facts to 100%.
The premise is...
Clear dungeons and use the coins earned to exchange for rewards.
The rewards are so generous, but the price is equally high.
Even the lowest difficulty E-rank dungeons have a mortality rate of over 50%.
As for the SSS-level legendary dungeon with a survival rate of less than one in ten thousand, Youxing only dared to dream about it.
In addition, after becoming a participant in the horror dungeon, the player will gain a healthy body during the dungeon run.
A limp in the real world will not affect the performance of the Ranger in the horror dungeon.
You Xing now only hopes that he will be lucky enough to be chosen by the horror dungeon in the hospital, successfully clear the dungeon, and obtain the medicine to restore his body and solve the problem.
"That's true. But I can't just close my eyes and be absorbed by the horror instance, can I?"
Sometimes, life is just that wonderful.
The moment the word "ba" was uttered, the scene before You Xing's eyes suddenly distorted.
He inhaled the entire thing, including his wheelchair.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast, snow-white castle.
In the center of the hall, a proud, silver-white great demon sat on a silver throne, wielding a giant axe.
"Humans, do you want to regain your health?"
"Do you want revenge?"
"Bet your soul and become a dungeon designer."
Her voice was seven parts sweet and charming, three parts soft and gentle, and incredibly sweet.
The executioner was completely dumbfounded.
A sense of fear instinctively arose in his body, and he began to tremble involuntarily.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Horror Dungeon Administrator—Rabilins."
You Xing looked surprised, and a question mark slowly floated above his head.
Horror Dungeon Administrator?
What a coincidence! I was just thinking about how to become a player of the horror dungeon when the dungeon administrator contacted me.
But soon, You Xing calmed down.
"Wait, it's not a player, it's a dungeon designer?"
Who the hell is a designer?
What I need is to clear the dungeon and get the items to solve the problem.
"Great! Sign a contract with me to become a dungeon designer, and design terrifying dungeons to harvest negative energy from players, how about it?"
What good is negative energy?
"Exchange items, like this."
Labyrinth raised his hand, made a sweeping motion in the air, and entered the Horror Shop, where he immediately purchased several bottles of potions.
"The 3-day version of the All-Purpose Recovery Potion can eliminate all your illnesses and hidden dangers in a short time, and last for three days."
"Stamina potion, increases male stamina duration."
"Attack speed potions and increased work efficiency, all of these add up to no more than 100 Nether Blades. The negative energy obtained from dungeon design can be easily exchanged for them." Labyrinth's words were full of temptation.
"Hmph, as long as you can bring me enough benefits, whether you want revenge or to regain your health, it will be a piece of cake."
"Why me?"
You Xing asked in return, his eyes full of caution.
With so many people dying in the hospital, how could such a good thing happen to me?
"Because you're handsome, you're my cup of tea, is that reason enough?"
You Xing's lips twitched, and he was speechless.
I never imagined that one day I would be targeted by a devil for my male beauty.
"I'm giving you a chance to turn things around. Are you sure you don't want it?"
"want!"
Without further hesitation, You Xing nodded emphatically and forcefully gave the answer.
Isn't this the opportunity I've been dreaming of? Whether you're a player or a designer, it doesn't matter.
If we can solve the immediate problem, none of the others matter.
It's done!
"Okay! Sign it."
"Design a terrifying instance that allows you to pass the Monument of Terror within three days. You live. Fail to design it, you die."
After you die, your soul will become my food.
Labyrinth made no secret of her sexual desires; as the administrator of the succubus system, her favorite thing was to devour the souls of handsome men and beautiful women.
"How do I know if I've passed the test?"
"Design a horror dungeon of level E or higher, and it cannot be similar to the horror dungeons currently running in China. You can control the specific details yourself."
With a wave of his hand, Labilins wrapped the contract and potion in silver energy and delivered them to Youxing.
"Sign it, and you'll be mine."
You Xing straightened up, took the contract, glanced at its contents, and confirmed that the details were correct.
With a few quick strokes, You Xing signed his name.
"You're now my 167th designer. Good luck with these three days."
Rabillins had a wicked smile.
They're just ignorant college students; what makes them think they can compete with themselves?
The contract itself is fine; the problem lies outside of it. Before the copy was approved, Youxing was just a trainee designer.
Trainee designer privileges have very limited access to and functionality.
The goal is to design a highly complete instance that is different from the current Huaxia instance within three days.
The difficulty is comparable to stealing the Book of Life and Death from the judge of Hell and writing the name of the fallen angel Michael.
Absolutely impossible!
In Labyrinth's view, the handsome young man only had one option in this situation: to have his soul swallowed by her.
She even began to look forward to the numbing sensation that would rush to her head when she absorbed the souls of wandering executioners and tasted their resentment.
"How do I create a copy?"
"Come with me."
*Snap!* The fingers snapped.
The next second, the two disappeared into thin air.