Data anomaly?
Cao Youfeng looked at the data feedback from the number hide date, just as the entire dungeon space data turned red, but the “number hide date” did not have permission to view the reason for the dungeon data anomaly.
At this moment, his personal system was also surprised: “Why didn’t the main system report the dungeon BUG? Such a major BUG, hasn’t the main system noticed?”
Previously, the upper management of the Dawn Guild was puzzled by the fact that this game hadn’t experienced any bugs for many years. How could a divinely crafted game have bugs?
However, a strange BUG appeared in the game dungeon.
He knew that his boss had always been concerned that every time the system encountered such a BUG, there would always be some connection to a certain person, and that person was none other than Jiang Yan!
He had previously thought that his boss was overthinking it. They had investigated Jiang Yan’s background, which was that of an ordinary person, so ordinary that he could be described as a layabout.
If one were to say he had anything outstanding, it might just be that he was relatively good-looking, with a pair of blue eyes, and he got married right after graduating from university at the age when he was eligible to get a marriage license, to a man.
For young people today, that was indeed a bit early, but he was also getting married with the support of the law, so there was nothing particularly unusual about it.
This kind of young man, who was too ordinary to be considered remarkable, could only serve as a real-life NPC in the game and not as a player. How could the game system’s BUG be related to him?
Therefore, in Cao Youfeng’s view, this was merely a coincidence. He didn’t know whether to say Jiang Yan was lucky or unlucky; in any case, every time the system had a BUG, it was somewhat related to him.
But today, he finally realized how abnormal all of this was.
When coincidences frequently occur to a person, one can only say that this person has hit the jackpot.
However, when coincidences only happen to one person, it indicates that the “coincidence” is not a coincidence.
Cao Youfeng looked at Jiang Yan, who was standing not far away—he stood in the middle of three corpses, in a pool of blood, looking calm. The three people who had tried to harm him suddenly dropped dead in front of him; he didn’t seem surprised at all, nor did he show any fear or relief from having escaped danger.
He stood there, calm and collected, barefoot, with light pouring in from the grand door behind everyone, casting down on him, facing the crowd with a strange pallor and purity.
For a moment, Cao Youfeng didn’t know what to say. At that instant, he felt that saying anything seemed unimportant.
“What anomaly? Dungeon data anomaly??” Tao Shi saw that Cao Youfeng suddenly fell silent, just staring at Jiang Yan in a daze, thinking that he had seen something extraordinary. “Speak up!”
Cao Youfeng finally came to his senses. He quickly explained to Tao Shi: “Just now, the number hide date received information that the dungeon space data turned red, but the specific reason is unclear. However, it can be confirmed that those three system NPCs must have died because of the dungeon space data anomaly.”
“Space data.” Tao Shi pondered for a moment, then said, “Could it be that there was an anomaly in the time within the small space they were in, which caused them to drop dead from tuberculosis infection in less than a minute?”
“It should be that way.” Cao Youfeng nodded.
...
“What does this have to do with Jiang Yan?” Tao Shi frowned, unable to comprehend.
“Currently, it seems there’s no relationship.” Cao Youfeng replied, “The data received by the number hide date only indicates a dungeon space data anomaly.”
Tao Shi gave a sarcastic laugh: “Why didn’t it occur earlier or later? Why did it happen at this time? How come there’s no anomaly in the dungeon space around us, but there’s an anomaly in the area where Jiang Yan stands, just in the space of those three beasts?”
Cao Youfeng’s expression darkened, and he fell silent.
Although he now felt that this matter must be related to Jiang Yan himself, the only evidence at present was that the coincidence had occurred again in front of this pale and beautiful man.
[It feels like the Dawn Guild really cares about Jiang Yan.]
[I feel like I’m overthinking it. Data instability in dungeons is quite normal. Didn’t the dungeon “Yangxi Street Office” also have some spatial anomalies before?]
[No, if it were just a coincidence once or twice, it could be accepted. But can there be coincidences every time?]
[Although I also find it strange that there are coincidences every time, hasn’t Jiang Yan’s background already been thoroughly investigated?]
[Yan Yan is just lucky! What else could it be other than coincidence?]
[Although I also quite like Jiang Yan, insisting that it’s a coincidence seems a bit too coincidental.]
[Alright! I think we can completely interpret this as the main system going haywire.]
[As an NPC who was stuck in a dumbass role and struggled hard to get out of the dungeon, how I wish the main system would go haywire every day while I was in the dungeon too.]
The empty clinic lobby was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with blood. A group of armed men, wielding rifles with bayonets, aimed at the defenseless beautiful man in front of them.
For some reason, their hands, which held the guns, were slightly lowered, and for a moment, everyone felt a wave of indescribable fatigue, a relaxed weariness. They looked at Jiang Yan—he had a pair of clear blue eyes, standing in the place where the light shone in.
“Bang!”
A gunshot instantly brought everyone back to reality.
Outside came a rough curse from an adult man. Although Jiang Yan and the others still didn’t understand what he was cursing about, judging by the soldiers’ immediate reaction as they raised their rifles, it was clear that the man held a position higher than theirs and that he wasn’t saying anything good.
Upon hearing this, the man with round glasses quickly turned and rushed over, babbling a lot of nonsense.
After a while, accompanied by the sound of boots clicking against the floor, the soldiers instinctively split into two groups, standing with their guns still raised, aiming at Jiang Yan.
At this moment, Jiang Yan was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
He knew that this "Zhang San" card had significant power, as it allowed him to ignore the rules within a regulated instance.
However, this could be understood as the need for the instance to be driven forward, and he was the main NPC chosen by the main system to push the instance's plot development.
Although such roles were typically filled by system NPCs, Jiang Yan was not particularly surprised, having previously served as a "Judge." After all, if there is one, there can be two.
But when both this "one" and "two" were himself, anyone who wasn’t a fool would find it intriguing.
Moreover, he had a strange entity that seemed to exist solely to watch the show and criticize him...
The human system.
Based on a series of statements from 663, Jiang Yan deduced that the other party must be at least a thousand years old. Yet, it claimed to be the first real NPC it had brought along, marking its first assignment as a personal system.
This piqued Jiang Yan’s curiosity: what had 663 been doing all this time?
Or rather, what was it assisting the main system with?
Jiang Yan had never felt that he possessed any extraordinary traits; apart from his blue eyes, he hadn’t noticed anything particularly unique about himself.
To be fair, having blue eyes wasn’t all that special, just as different breeds of cats have varied patterns. It wasn’t unusual for people of different backgrounds to have different eye colors.
However, since entering this bizarre game, Jiang Yan had discovered numerous disconcerting elements within it.
He tucked the button into the pocket of his hospital gown, where he felt the chilling touch of a photo of himself with Yu Xiu.
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow slightly; this sense of incongruity was not limited to himself but also extended to his suddenly vanished ex-husband.
He subtly rubbed the photo in his pocket; this person was truly a source of constant worry.
Accompanied by the sound of boots striking the ground, a short, slightly chubby man dressed in an olive-green coat walked in.
The moment he saw Jiang Yan, his eyes lit up. But upon noticing the corpse of his subordinate lying on the ground, the round glasses nearby explained a few things, and the short man became both shocked and furious.
He shouted, and all the guns aimed at Jiang Yan were instantly cocked!
“Don’t!”
The old director stumbled forward directly to Jiang Yan, who quickly reached out to catch him to prevent him from falling to the ground.
At this moment, Jiang Yan noticed that the director had several wounds, likely inflicted by the group of beasts with bayonets. Fortunately, the injuries weren’t fatal, but allowing the blood to continue flowing like this wasn’t a solution.
Jiang Yan looked at the director with concern, but the director seemed completely unconcerned about his own injuries. Instead, he was more worried about Jiang Yan, who was unscathed.
The director merely held onto Jiang Yan’s hand, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat, struggling to tell the group behind him, “If you want to kill him, kill me first! You can’t kill him; if you do... you will face retribution! He is the incarnation of the divine; aren’t you afraid of retribution?!”
He grasped Jiang Yan’s hand as if holding onto the last straw of hope.
He had lost everything; all his former juniors and students had died on the battlefield.
He watched helplessly as letters of greetings turned into notices of death, seeing in the latest newspapers how many lands that originally belonged to them had been taken by the invaders.
He looked at the repeated records of massacres in the newspapers, at children sitting helplessly crying by the railway after bombings, and the accumulated corpses piling up under collapsed walls.
He could do nothing; he couldn’t go to the front lines to fight. He could only stay here, guarding this hospital. What he had left was only this hospital and his son.
And at this moment, his son had been chosen to become the “messenger” of the divine, making him nearly impossible to see.
At this point, the only thing he could hold onto was the patient before him, who had been selected by the divine.
Thinking of this...
The director’s gaze toward the round glasses and the short man turned venomous. They would pay the price!
The divine had chosen Jiang Yan, meaning the divine had chosen to stand on their side; these beasts would eventually pay for their actions!
The round glasses whispered a few words next to the short man in the coat, and the short man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Jiang Yan.
“Divine?” the short man in the coat asked incredulously.
He seemed about to mock the director for this absurd statement, but as his gaze swept over Jiang Yan and the three corpses at his feet, his smile froze.
His expression turned comical and ridiculous, his goatee twitching with his changing expression.
His gaze toward Jiang Yan dimmed slightly, then, with an exaggerated accent, he arrogantly mocked, “Even if he’s divine, he still belongs to us.”
Thud.
A monkey doll fell unexpectedly in front of him.
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