Multiverse’s End

Chapter 38: Chapter 038 – No Such Group Found

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

Luo Su hadn’t little expectations for this trash system, with the tragic death of Dummy 1 being a lesson. Luo Su asked about the time period between missions and then left the mental world, the system sending him ff with tears and sobs.

He only needed to close the system screen to exit the mental world. When he learned that the system could pull him into the mental world, Luo Su immediately removed this privilege from it.

With regard to the time between missions, the answer the system gave left Luo Su rather surprised.

Worlds were both independent from each other but also inextricably connected. As the worlds moved around, they would intersect, and these points of intersection were paths to other worlds.

The reason for the irregular time between Luo Su’s three World Missions was that it was impossible to predict when these intersections would occur.

Upon finding a point of intersection, the system would follow its processes and trigger the transmigration ability. As for why Luo Su could have a proper identity in another world despite being an illegal immigrant, this had to do with the World Mission.

The origins and objectives of the World Missions had been decided by some unfathomably powerful figures, and not even the system knew much about them. It was merely a support program and didn’t have the right to know. Most of the information in its data banks had been slowly gathered together after it had developed a consciousness.

This also meant that no one knew when Luo Su would get his next World Mission. It might be that he could transmigrate twice while on the toilet, but it could also be that he could go eight to ten years without it happening even once. A user with particularly foul luck might go their entire life without a single mission.

As for why the three Mission Worlds had been movies or games Luo Su had watched or seen, one could only say: Writings are the work of heaven, accidentally discovered by geniuses!

The world was materialistic. The world existed first, and only then were the legends regarding it created!

Those blessed by heaven or who had been lucky enough to encounter a point where worlds intersected would unconsciously remember their experiences and then spread them through words or images.

These people believed that they had been struck by inspiration, not realizing that their ability to write and draw as if they were possessed was because another world had projected itself onto their minds. The only thing they were capable of was typing on a keyboard.

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Luo Su sat in front of his desk. After hastily glancing through the 99+ messages in the assassination chat group, he opened up the system menu and examined the Character Cards.

The Skill Cards were basically all shams. There was even a repeated skill in ‘Handgun Proficiency.’ He didn’t even have the strength to complain.

Of the four Skill Cards, only ‘Pressure Point Art’ might be of any use. From the note, one could see that it would have an absolutely destructive effect on any female boss he encountered.

The Item Cards were also nothing to be happy about. Much of it was just filler. The Enema, the OK Bandages, the Immortal-Scattering Pill, and also those Blood-Absorbent Bandages that he had yet to find a use for, they existed purely to be jokes.

Luo Su really wanted to throw these trash cards into the Recycle Station, but he was somewhat unwilling. If he used the redeemed Wealth to pull more, it would be ten trash cards for a single pull. 10:1, and he didn’t even know what he would pull.

Not worth it!

Luo Su decided to keep them, recalling the saying ‘there’s no such thing as a useless ability, only a loser who doesn’t know how to use their ability.’ These cards might seem useless, but it was still possible that they had some use.

As a person, it was best to remain optimistic. For example, if you lost your summer vacation homework, someone might find it and give it back to you. Even if it was the last day of summer vacation, even if you didn’t write a single word for your homework, you had to remember to face it all with a smile.

After all, the heavens would never leave one without a path. The school might suddenly be exploded by terrorists; the teacher could be abducted by aliens, the principal could be arrested for sexually assaulting elementary school students…all of this was possible.

A man lived for one hundred years, and there were many incidents along the way. Who could say when the bizarre might happen?

Returning back to the Character Card, he had four new ones. Ignoring the Husky card, he also had Seven, Ding Xiu, and Duan Shuiliu. Luo Su knew about some and hadn’t heard about others. Borrowing the power of the omnipotent Bai…ahem, of the QQ browser, he found the associated movies and cartoons and watched them.

(TN: Baidu is the largest search engine in China. Tencent, the owner of Qidian, is a major shareholder in Sogou, a competing search engine. Tencent also owns QQ, an instant messaging platform, and QQ browser.)

Watching them, all took half a day!

Luo Su was starving, but rather than leaving his desk, he gave a call to the noodle place downstairs and had them send up a bowl of beef noodle soup.

Because he was the land…because he was very handsome, the owner gave him special treatment, causing the bowl of beef noodles to be almost all beef and no noodles.

The owner himself came to deliver it, and he even added, “We’re neighbors and bound to see each other all the time. What money? Talking about money with you will just make me anxious!”

The warmhearted owner even gave Luo Su the bowl in a display of generosity. As he watched the owner leave, Luo Su nodded and decided that he wouldn’t increase his rent next year.

Once he was done eating the beef noodle soup, Luo Su watched the movies and cartoons a second time. Others might have watched them for a laugh, but he was watching them see what the three characters were capable of, bluntly speaking, their fighting power.

These three characters were all rather powerful. Ding Xiu was a martial artist, Duan Shuiliu was a human weapon, and Seven…was a cheater!

Luo Su was extremely satisfied with these three cards. As long as he wasn’t facing an opponent that was too powerful, he was probably set for the next world.

By the time he had finished his second viewing, it was the middle of the night. Luo Su planned to browse the assassination chat group one more time before washing up and going to bed, but when he opened the chat group, he discovered that he had been kicked by the group owner.

“Was I discovered?”

Luo Su’s eyes focused. The death of his parents couldn’t be hidden, and anyone concerned would not only need to search to immediately find out. Thus, in order to not cause trouble, he had been lurking in the group the entire time, not saying a word.

It was very normal to kick a deceased person out of the group, so Luo Su didn’t take it to heart, but he was truly very interested in those assassins. Peeping on those assassins as they bragged and boasted, occasionally telling a steamy story, had basically become a part of his routine.

He was somewhat unwilling to have it suddenly taken away.

Luo Su took out his phone, opened his VPN, opened his alternate account, changing its name to ‘Yao Baibai,’ and requested access to the group, but it turned out that there was no such group to be found.

“What’s going? Was it blocked or disbanded?”

Luo Su tried several more times, but he got the same result of ‘No such group found’ each time. In the end, he gave up. For caution’s sake, he also deleted the previous chat history.

“Let me take a look online. If some big-time author didn’t update this morning, then those people were definitely invited to have a cup of tea.”

But his efforts were futile. Everything was calm and peaceful. Those who should have updated had updated, and those who had taken the day off to go to the hospital had gone to the hospital. Luo Su considered that these people had probably built up a stockpile and scheduled updates. Even if they had been dealt with, it would take a while for any clues to appear.

There was no need to continue messing around with the assassination chat group. Luo Su turned off his computer and looked at his reminders, which told him that he needed to go to the market tomorrow for supplies.

There was a vending machine on the first floor of the apartment that sold drinks and mineral spring water specifically for the residents of the apartment. Despite everyone owning an electric kettle, the vending machine did brisk business. The youths in residence were some of the best customers, willing to spend money rather than boil water.

There was also a public restroom on the second floor. If a tenant’s toilet was clogged, they could use the toilet there instead.

It was up to Luo Su to buy the toilet paper, trash bags, and the cleaning supplies used by the cleaning lady.

His father had usually called someone to have these items delivered, but when Luo Su took over, he drove the van down to the market himself.

He could just live off the rental income for the rest of his life, and Luo Su didn’t like to play games or watch streams. All that he had left was mahjong. If he didn’t move around a little, he would sooner or later become a middle-aged fatty like his father.

He didn’t have to worry about that now, but he still had to live. Just because he had a system didn’t mean he didn’t have to eat, drink, piss, and shit like ordinary people. Until he flew beyond the atmosphere, he would have to live on the surface with everyone else.

“I can also pass by the gym on the way. After adding points, I need to get used to my body as soon as possible!”