Chapter 1 The dream of a salted fish is shattered

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"Why did you choose me?"

An Ran looked at the white-robed man sitting on the only chair nearby with his eyes closed, the guy introduced his identity to him in a very ordinary tone, he was one of the three pillar gods who ruled countless worlds, and An Ran was the child he had chosen to travel to the other world as a messenger of the main god.

"It's nothing, it's just too boring," the white-robed man answered An Ran's question in a tone full of helplessness, "There is no special reason for choosing you as the messenger of the main god, you are not the first person I choose, and certainly not the last." ā€

"Giving a person who has disappeared in the original world the ability to change the world, and then having him create his own story in another world, is one of the few entertainment programs we have. ā€

Hearing this, An Ran couldn't help but be vigilant: "What price do I need to pay?"

"Fun," the white-robed man opened his eyes when he heard this, and looked at An Ran with expectant eyes, "Whether you become a hero or a demon king in another world, we will not interfere with your actions and will, all we need is your story to bring us fun, that's all." ā€

"And, you can't give us anything else but fun. ā€

An Ran nodded, there was really no room for bargaining for a deceased person, but he still asked the question he wanted to know the most: "What can I get if I provide you with enough fun?"

The other party gives himself the ability and provides fun for the other party, putting aside the identity of the Three Pillars God, in Enron's opinion, this situation is more like when he participated in an interview with a large multinational company, and asked if there was any overtime pay or something.

"Hahaha~ You are a person with desires," the white-robed man laughed, and looked at An Ran with more joy in his eyes, in addition to expectation, "I like those guys like you who have a clear goal, because in this way we will always have unexpected fun." ā€

"Simply put, anything you can think of, we can achieve, provided you exchange it for pleasure that we think is equivalent. ā€

"Understood," An Ran took a deep breath, and the answer he expected made him relax a lot, "I do." ā€

"Seeing that you are so formal, I suddenly feel that I have neglected the pleasure that a sense of ritual can bring when I chose the messenger before," the white-robed man said, taking out a white-gold ring from his sleeve and throwing it to An Ran, "drop a drop of blood on it, and then put it on your ring finger, and the contract will be established." ā€

"......" An Ran took the ring, looked at the embossing of "HappyEnd" on it, and looked at the white-robed man with a black line, "Are you serious?"

"It's just a whim to make a ring, it's not a necessary process," seeing An Ran's relieved look, the white-robed man smiled and continued, "But wearing it on your ring finger is a must, of course, you can also choose to eat it." ā€

"......" An Ran looked at the barely acceptable ring in his hand, and then looked at the white-robed man who was gloating on the side, and then resolutely swallowed the ring.

.................

Regardless of the season of the barbara, the wind carries a burning sensation similar to that of a highly concentrated spirit, after all, the world's largest assembly center is surrounded by a sea of desert sand as far as the eye can see.

An Ran, who was wearing coarse cloth and short sleeves, sat on the roof of the caravan basking in the sun, breathing in the slightly dusty air, and by the way, looking at the glasses lady who was focused on the notebook in his hand, this life was very satisfying to him. In addition to the accident he encountered at the beginning, this month's life made him completely feel how comfortable the daily life of salted fish is.

"I knew that the last world was not so fatal, not to mention that I was tired and tired, and I was broken a handful of Chengying, and I lost blood. 怍

Thinking of this, An Ran couldn't help but shake his head, as if he wanted to throw out all the bad memories, but a shout interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, boy, join my brigade and explore the world with me!"

The white-bearded uncle dressed as a western cowboy looked up at An Ran who was basking in the sun, and squinted his eyes, like a fox thinking about how to lure the little white rabbit.

"No, I'm a salted fish," An Ran jumped off the roof of the caravan, and after landing on the ground, he brought up a lot of dust, "Ahem, I won't move the nest." ā€

"My brigade will leave in three days," Uncle Whitebeard said, fiddling with his hat and smiling brightly, "while we have time, let's calculate your expenses for the month." ā€

"????" An Ran had a question mark on his face, as if no one told him to charge at first.

Uncle Whitebeard took out a pen and paper in a serious manner and began to calculate.

"First of all, the cost of accommodation, calculate your friendship price of 500G every day, a total of 15000G for 30 days. ā€

"NEXT IS THE FOOD FEE, YOU EAT THE HIGHEST QUALITY INGREDIENTS EVERY DAY, SO THE PRICE OF ONE MEAL IS 1,000G, AND THREE MEALS A DAY AND A MONTH IS 90,000G. ā€

"And then there's the taxes that the caravan needs to pay, and you owe me a total of 200,000G. ā€

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"I feel like he's robbing money, but I don't have proof. 怍

An Ran's heart was filled with countless exclamation points and certain blocking words, which he never expected, and the first time he came to this large assembly market, the amiable white-bearded uncle warmly invited him to join the brigade, but after he refused, he still enthusiastically provided him with food and lodging.

I always thought that it was the friendship between the two of them who shared hardships and the simple folk customs of this world that had not been polluted, so they enjoyed everything with peace of mind, so that Enron did not have an in-depth understanding of the purchasing power of this world currency, which led to his complete unclear understanding of what kind of fee standard made him owe this huge amount of money.

"The meal cooked by the cat chef actually costs 1000G a meal, which is barely acceptable, but why does this caravan with only one hardwood bed cost 500G a night!"

Ignoring the shock on An Ran's face, Uncle Whitebeard affectionately hugged An Ran's shoulders and said with a smile: "You have two ways out now, join my brigade, or become a hunter and earn 200,000 G in three days." ā€

In a tone full of grief and indignation of being deceived, An Ran shouted out his answer.

"The great salted fish will not move their nest even if they die! I will starve to death and die in the Ruins Plains, and I will never join your brigade!"

"Ambitious boy, I'm looking forward to your performance," Uncle Whitebeard smiled and turned to leave, pointing to the glasses lady who was sitting next to him and studying seriously, "If you want to take on the task, go talk to Leah, she will show you how to become a hunter." ā€

Looking at the back left by Uncle Whitebeard, at this moment An Ran felt that he should be the most miserable messenger of the main god, with the ability to push the world but was fooled by profiteers into a debt of 200,000, he was obviously here to be a salted fish, not to work.

"The main god messenger 03 comes into contact with the world line and starts the main quest of the world. 怏

"Main quest 1 (optional): Have you finally decided to break away from the salted fish life after being in debt?"

"Description: Young people should sweat on the road of adventure, what fun is there in life like salted fish, for our fun, let's go, boy!"

"Completion Conditions: Pay off the debts of Captain Hawke, or join "Our Regiment" to ensure that the world line is running normally. 怏

"Mission Reward: Wasting my precious minute to get a reward? 怏

"Failure Punishment: Directly start the next journey to another world (zombie siege, chainsaw horror, think about it?)"

"......" An Ran felt the information he had received, and in the face of such rewards and punishments, the strange name of the mission seemed less inconsistent, but he still fell into deep thought.

"I remember I traded 500 Hypnos points for a break, right?"

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