Global Collapse

Chapter 1 I am an incredibly unlucky protagonist

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

"..."

"Bang!" "Bang!"

It was New Year's Day morning when the sound of something breaking came from next to the First Hospital Building—exactly eighteen times.

After those eighteen sounds, when everyone looked down at the ground again, they found eighteen flowerpots scattered and broken on the ground next to the building.

The kind of shattering that leaves you completely smashed; you can tell at a glance that it fell from a high floor.

These eighteen shattered flowerpots were strangely connected to form a crooked straight line, at the end of which stood a young man in a white coat.

Gu Mian, male, 22 years old, is a surgical intern at Lianhua Hospital. Everyone affectionately calls him Dr. Gu.

Of course, he also has an even more popular nickname—the Lone Star of Calamity.

Gu Mian came from an orphanage, was over 1.8 meters tall, and had a face that wealthy women would be happy to take care of. He should have been a flower of the future of the country, but this flower was almost ruined by his own strange luck.

He's experienced all sorts of minor incidents, including car accidents, explosions, shipwrecks, and food poisoning, not to mention even more serious ones.

For example, eighteen flowerpots fall on your head one after another.

Gu Mian patted her white coat, then looked up at the eighteen flowerpots that had missed her head: "Everyone, let's go, there's nothing to see here."

The passersby were clearly taken aback by the eighteen smashed flowerpots.

After a long silence, an old man finally spoke, his neck stiff with sarcasm: "How can we let this go? This is murder!"

Gu Mian sighed. If this counts as murder, then every day she has experienced since birth has been a living "Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin".

A train derailed, a chain-reaction collision involving 28 cars, a natural gas leak, a gas explosion, and a murderous landlord...

He had experienced all of these things.

So, having eighteen flowerpots smashed down on your head isn't really that bad, right?
Gu Mian had just managed to calm the panicked passersby when she was caught off guard at the corner and encountered life's next assassination attempt.

He was used to it, because he knew that an assassin lurked at every turn.

It was an assassin who was five meters long and one and a half meters tall, with huge eyes, and whose appearance resembled a minivan—which looked like a minivan.

The boxy vehicle sped out from around the corner, seemingly with eyes, and raced straight toward Gu Mian without any intention of stopping.

Its bright red headlights resembled glaring, angry eyes, and its sharp horn blared as if the driver in the driver's seat was banging the horn with all his might.

Here it comes, a car accident assassination.

Upon seeing the angry-looking van, all the patients and their families on the street hurriedly ran to the side; some injured leg patients even healed themselves without medicine, throwing away their crutches and leaping desperately towards the flower bed with the posture of a marathon sprinter, which can be called a medical miracle.

"Run!" At this moment, someone noticed the doctor who was in the path of the van.

Gu Mian also wanted to escape.

But his years of experience with assassination attempts told him that if he escaped beforehand, the out-of-control car would definitely take a strange turn halfway and continue drifting toward him.

People watched helplessly as the out-of-control car hurtled towards a doctor who seemed terrified.

But the expected scene of carnage did not occur.

The doctor was incredibly skilled; just as the car was about to hit him, he used a technique similar to the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique) – in simpler terms, he jumped backward.

Gu Mian's jump turned what was about to be an intimate encounter into a mere brush past each other.

The people around were so startled that they twisted their necks.

The car whizzed past in front of me.

Gu Mian breathed a sigh of relief, then repeated to the people standing around with their necks stiffened the words he had said countless times in his life: "Alright, alright, there's nothing to see here, everyone disperse."

This time, the people dispersed quickly. Everyone seemed to have sensed the bad luck in the air and were afraid that they might accidentally get caught up in the bad fortune, so they all scattered and left.

By this time, the dilapidated van had already sped ten meters away before finally coming to a stop. A fat man, covered in sweat, rolled off the van; he was probably the driver.

"Sorry, young man!" the fat man ran over breathlessly to apologize, "This old car suddenly couldn't stop."

Clearly, the fat man was also quite frightened, but he still quickly ran over to check if Gu Mian was injured.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the person was unharmed, and then looked up at the face of the doctor he had almost hit and killed.

Unexpectedly, the doctor, who had almost died, was not frightened at all and remained calm and composed, as if he was certain that if the car crashed into him, it would be the car that would die.

The fat man choked for a moment.

This isn't a doctor, it's probably a lunatic who stole a white coat and ran away!
Gu Mian's gaze swept over the fat man's bewildered expression. He had no intention of demanding compensation for emotional distress. He patted his white coat and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going." "Yes, yes," the fat man grabbed Gu Mian's arm as he turned to leave. "Young man, you really don't plan to get a checkup or something?"

Gu Mian shook her head, saying it wasn't necessary at all.

After receiving a negative answer, the fat man hesitated before speaking again: "Okay, little brother, do you know which building the neurosurgery department is in? A girl called and said that the sink in the psychiatric surgery office fell down. I'm here to fix the sink."

Although I almost bumped into someone, at least I didn't forget my job.

Gu Mian stopped and glanced at him: "Perfect timing, I'll take you there."

The fat man immediately went back to his car and took out his toolbox: "You are truly the most understanding victim I have ever met."

Gu Mian: "..."

The fat man followed Gu Mian into the first inpatient building and arrived at the elevator.

This big fat man didn't seem weak at all. In his bag was an impact drill that was about 1.5 meters long and looked to weigh about 10 kilograms.

A newspaper was wrapped around the handle of the electric drill, probably to keep it tidy. I don't know what era the newspaper was from; it was already starting to yellow.

Gu Mian could vaguely make out a large title above—

"A fire broke out in a junior high school class at a university, killing 29 people."

The elevator had already arrived, and Gu Mian stepped onto it, with the fat man quickly following.

The neurosurgery department was on the 18th floor, and Gu Mian reached out and pressed the button for the 18th floor.

A doctor and an overweight man don't seem to have much to talk about.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became strange.

But Gu Mian soon realized that the atmosphere was nothing compared to what was to come, because something even stranger was about to happen.

A black, semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of him; it wasn't a system or anything like that in novels.

Because at that moment, several lines of incomprehensible text were popping up on the panel.

Welcome to the Global Evolution Game, a game initiated by Earth, where all of humanity are the players.

[Tests have shown that 99% of humanity does not meet the standards for extraterrestrial life. This game aims to help humanity evolve through gameplay.]

Earth has now become a large-scale survival game, with countless dungeon ticket booths appearing globally. Players can go to these booths to be randomly matched into dungeons, and completing dungeons will improve their own attributes, etc.

This game will automatically close when the overall quality of the remaining humans reaches the required standard.

[Click to enter the game]

Gu Mian's thought process had long been distorted by life, making him different from normal people. At this moment, he became excited and glanced at the fat man next to him. Sure enough, there was also a panel in front of the fat man.

But something seems a little different...

Gu Mian has excellent eyesight, of course, to prevent bizarre assassinations from everyday life.

The fat man's panel was completely different from his!

There are a few lines of text before "Click to enter the game".

In dungeons, players will not die physically, but will lose certain personal items, including attribute points.

The pain level will not be reduced in the game, and the stun protection mechanism will still be in place.

Although there are only a few more lines, the content is quite different.

"There will be no real death..."

This is about making games fun and enjoyable for players all over the world.

Wait, why don't I have these lines?

Does this mean that when other players die in a dungeon, it's a fake death, but when it's your turn, it's a real death?

Has life gone to such a horrific and depraved place to try and kill me?

As if fearing something unexpected might happen, two lines of text quickly appeared on the panel in front of them.

The game is starting up...

【loading……】

Today is a good day...

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(End of this chapter)