In the final scene of the 'Fragment' world, Jason is very clear about the real gap between him and those 'weird'.

The other party is almost crushing him!

He didn't even have the slightest room to resist.

No!

Rather, like ants!

Although Jason can't make an accurate comparison of how strong the 'weird' existence of 'Lorde' is, after learning about the weird existence of 'Ang Cheng', Jason has already made up his mind.

Don't elevate yourself to the 'extreme' you are now!

Definitely not going back!

Otherwise, even if you go back, once you are targeted by the 'weirdness' of 'Lorde', you will inevitably die.

It can even be said that life is better than death.

Even if he has the talent of 'immortality', it is the same.

Because, in itself, this is one of the qualities that attract these 'weird'.

Moreover, since someone can practice as a sword god in the novice village!

That......

Why can't I practice 'One Punch Peace' in the 'Newbie Village'?

Jason thought silently.

The heart is becoming more and more firm.

He adjusted his sitting position slightly, so that his body could better cover the black notebook that his fingertips touched, and then began to act.

Choose soup (clear soup): Beef broth!

After Jason gave the choice, it was immediately the consumption of 7 points of satiety.

Then, more text began to appear in the notebook.

【Clear soup, always delicious. 】

[It can be thought of as a link between the previous and the next.] 】

[But more, it exists alone!] 】

What is it? 】

[It depends on your choice. 】

[Remember: this is the clear soup you ordered]

……

After the text of the convention, a √ appears after the [beef broth].

And then, there's the annotation –

[Background: As a well-known local writer, you have only written one book that is a good seller in ten years, which makes you question, and even you yourself begin to doubt whether you have a talent for writing, so in order to write a real bestseller, you leave your familiar home and come to a strange city, and you are ready to find a little special ...... Material? 】

[Main quest: Within 120 days, sell at least 100,000 new books (must be purchased voluntarily by others, and only one copy is counted per person): 0/100,000]

[Obtain a temporary language, and when you leave the dungeon, it will automatically disappear]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will automatically restore when you leave the dungeon]

【Detection of non-gunpowder weapons】

(Hint: Enjoy your consommé.) ）

……

Me, Jason, writer?

Jason was stunned.

Before he could come back to his senses, the black notebook closed.

In an instant, he had appeared in a room.

The rooms were small and crowded.

In front of him was a large desk, with stacks of books, each about 40 centimeters high, stacked on the left and right sides, with books of different thicknesses, each with a protruding bookmark, except that it was wooden, there was nothing to attract attention, and in the middle of the two stacks of books was a thick stack of manuscript paper, on one side were two pens and a bottle of ink.

At this moment, the manuscript paper is empty, and nothing is written.

Moving his gaze to the desk, there was an open desk lamp, and the orange light of the bulb shone brightly on the desk, dispelling the darkness.

Looking away from his desk, Jason looked up and saw the clock on the wall.

The desk was pressed against the wall, leaving no gaps.

Turning his head to the left, the heavy, floor-sweeping curtains obscured everything.

On the right, there is a single bed, on which you need to get up and walk five steps to be able to lie on it.

However, this single bed is just too cramped.

It's not that the single bed itself is narrow, it's that there are books stacked on top of it, making it look cramped.

In fact, not only on the bed, but also on the floor, there are piles of books.

As soon as Jason turned around, he saw three bookshelves side by side.

The shelves are also full of books.

"This is the writer's room?"

Jason was stunned.

In his imagination, the writer has always been lofty.

They should light a cigarette, hold it in their left hand, hold a pen in their right hand, sometimes write hard, sometimes stroke by stroke, sometimes stop to think, take a puff of cigarette, and immediately feel like a fountain of inspiration, and bow their heads again to write.

Even in a hurry, make sure you're presentable.

Even if you don't wear a suit, you have to be formal.

And he?

The upper body is pajamas, the lower body is big pants, and the feet are bare.

The slippers were thrown in the corner of the room.

After looking around, not finding the mask or the broad-bladed short-handled machete, Jason's eyes were on the drawer of his desk.

Based on past experience, his mask and broad-bladed short-handled machete should be nearby.

And there is nothing wrong with such an experience.

When Jason opened the desk drawer, he found his mask and broad-bladed machete.

Stroking the mask and his own weapon.

Jason unconsciously felt a little more grounded, and then, he stood up and walked to the slippers in the corner of the room.

During this time, he carefully avoided several stacks of books.

When he put on his slippers, Jason walked out the door.

Off the door is a small living room.

Compared with the study and bedroom room, the small living room is much cleaner and tidier.

The small living room, where Jason stands, can be divided into two parts.

On the left-hand side is a round coffee table with four armchairs.

On the right-hand side is the hallway leading to the outside of the suite.

When you walk out of the room, you can see the refrigerator, TV, telephone, etc. against the wall, and on the side of the corridor is a hanger.

From inside the thin coat hanging from a hanger, Jason finds the wallet, keys, etc.

The wallet contains an ID card and two bank cards, as well as 173 pieces of banknotes and 3 coins of 1 piece.

There is one key, one large and one small, and the two keys are strung together.

There is also a small card strung behind the big one.

The sign reads: '3A Apartment-313'.

And behind the sign is the phone number: 0054444944.

Apparently the big key belongs to this house.

Putting his wallet back in his coat pocket, Jason took the key and pushed the door open.

The big key is for the apartment.

The smaller ones should be mailboxes or something.

And this is a rented apartment, and the chances of having a mailbox outside the door are quite high.

If there is a mailbox, there will be a newspaper.

He needed something like a newspaper to help him confirm more information.

Just as Jason had speculated, he found a stuffed mailbox on the wall outside the door, and with a small key, Jason easily opened the small lock and took out the newspaper inside.

At the same time, there are four letters.

Along with the letter, Jason brought it back to his room.

Of course, Jason hasn't forgotten about television.

After turning on the TV, he began to flip through the newspapers.

The newspaper was issued consecutively, and the earliest one was dated D99.7.10.

The most recent newspaper is D99.7.17.

Through the TV broadcast, Jason can confirm that this is today's date.

There are eight newspapers in total, with consecutive dates, and none of them are lost.

Again, there's nothing on it that makes Jason worth caring about.

Putting the newspaper aside, Jason took the four letters.

One of the four letters has no sender or address, and the remaining three are written in the same format, with both the sender and the recipient.

The senders of the three letters were John, Brian, and McCall.

The recipient was him, Jason.

The first of these three letters, signed John, was opened.

Hello, Jason:

You say you want to know something special?

I have some stories here, I don't know if you want to hear them.

Call me this XXXXXXX if you can.

A friend you've never met: John

99.7.14

……

This is the first one.

"Friends you've never met?"

Jason frowned and opened the second one.

Hello, Jason:

I might have something here that interests you.

But I want you to listen to some of my things.

In exchange, I'll tell you what you're interested in.

A friend you can trust: Brian

99.7.15

……

Without hesitation, he checked it again and confirmed that there was no danger inside, and Jason opened the third one.

Hello, Jason:

I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't know whether to write this letter or not.

After hesitation, I decided to write to you.

Not to satisfy your curiosity, I just wanted to give you a piece of advice.

Your loyal friend: McCall

99.7.16

……

Looking at the three letters in front of him, Jason's brow furrowed more and more.

Three friends with various prefixes.

One letter a day.

As for the intention of the three of them, Jason can probably guess that, after all, 'he' came here to collect materials, and the three of them should be the ones who provided him with 'materials'.

It's just that......

Reading between the lines of the three of them, Jason always felt a little strange.

Moreover, the three people are different personalities.

The first John, who was probably inclined to confide in one-sidedly, but did not want to see people, was undoubtedly a very withdrawn man.

The second Brian, although he was asking him to listen, had the premise of an exchange, and it was clear that this was the one who followed his own rules.

The third McCall is the strangest, different from the first two confiding, the other party seems to be worried about himself and wants to give him help, a righteous partner?

Jason shook his head and put all three letters away.

Then, looking at the fourth letter.

This is the only letter that does not have a signature, an address.

Moreover, the envelope is also made of thick kraft paper.

"Cover up something?"

Jason muttered to himself, picking up the letter and examining it carefully.

The thick brown paper blocked out the light, making it difficult for Jason to see what's inside, but that didn't prevent Jason from judging that it was a boxy, thin thing to touch.

Something like this obviously can't be a bomb or something.

However, other dangerous goods are not excluded.

Jason stood up and walked into the study with the letter.

He remembered that in the drawer of his desk, in addition to his mask and broad-bladed short-handled machete, there was also a paper cutter.

Picking up the paper cutter, Jason carefully cut open the envelope.

Then, the envelope was put up -

Bite!

With the sound of metal colliding with the desk, something fell to the table.

"Blades?"

Jason looked at the blade on the table in surprise, and he was a little confused.

Sending blades?

What do you mean?

Threatened?

But there were only blades, but no threatening words.

There was no stationery inside the envelope, and Jason opened the entire letter to look at it just in case.

There was no text on the inside of the envelope.

This left Jason slightly puzzled.

One thing Jason is sure of is this, though.

The person who sent the special letter must have been someone who knew him well.

At least, the other party knew he lived here.

Without an address, the 'postman' would not be a prophet.

Not even a good postman like him could do it, let alone an ordinary postman.

"Interesting."

Jason muttered to himself.

Then he was ready to call the Mr. John, who wanted to hear some stories about the other person.

He hasn't forgotten his main quest: sell at least 100,000 new books in 120 days!

This is not an easy matter!

Jason is not a writer though.

But he knew that he hadn't even written a word now.

A book should be at least 20w words, right?

Even if it's a little thinner, it will cost hundreds of thousands of words, right?

Jason had some uncertain guesses.

But just as he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang first-

Jingle bells!

After the phone rang three times in a row, Jason confirmed that it was not a mistake, and then picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"Jason? When will you turn in your manuscript? ”

"It's the 17th today!"

"You promised me to deliver the manuscript at the end of the month!"

Just as Jason spoke, a slightly irritable voice came out of the earpiece.

Reminders?

Is it an editor?

Jason thought subconsciously.

And this silence made the editor on the other end of the phone more and more irritable.

"Don't play dumb!"

"Don't say you're amnesia!"

"Last time, you already used this excuse!"

"I'm your editor, Raven."

"The address of our publishing house is 221 Beanhorn Street, Mayor Jones, and the phone number is XXXXXXXX"

"I've investigated your cats and dogs in the pet store, and they're all fine and not sick."

"Also, none of your relatives have been married in the past six months, let alone a funeral!"

"And you?"

"I didn't eat a bad stomach!"

"So, send in the new book before the end of the month!"

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone without waiting for Jason to reply.

Click!

Toot, toot!

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jason couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, he could hear that the editor was angry, and he didn't blame the other party, look at the reasons he used before.

It's a fake when you hear it.

Since you have taken a leave of absence, it is natural to be realistic.

At the very least, if you have a hand injury or something like that, and you have a cast, it's best to get a doctor's certificate.

That's just the way it makes sense.

Bad stomach?

It's too fake.

Who eats a bad stomach?

If you are a person, you will not eat a bad stomach.

The food is delicious.

He never had enough to eat.

With this in mind, Jason put the receiver down and began to dial John's phone.

And this time, it was interrupted again.

Jason looked in the direction of the door, almost six times more than the average person's perception, and he could clearly hear a series of footsteps going up the stairs, the footsteps were very chaotic, at least five people.

Moreover, after reaching the third floor, these people came straight to the room he was in.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door—

Knock, knock!

(End of chapter)