Global Collapse

The man ignored Gu Mian's dissatisfaction and moved the screen closer to her: "Look, don't think about anything else and just watch this cartoon."

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian looked at the screen with some confusion.

This person is so eager to watch cartoons, could it be that there's some unspeakable secret in the cartoons?

With this question in mind, Gu Mian carefully looked at the cartoon characters on the screen.

This animation is obviously made in this world; the little characters are so white they look like they've been rolled in flour, and if you coat them in breadcrumbs, they could be deep-fried.

The plot is also mindless.

Gu Mian glanced at the description and found that it was a story about a middle-class cartoon upper class who, through his own efforts and wisdom, bought and sold lower-class slaves and became the richest person in the park. In this world, the lowest class of the upper class is the middle class, and the next class down is the lower class, who are even worse than dogs.

Just as he was wondering what secrets could be hidden in such a idiotic film, the man's eerie voice sounded in his ear: "Actually, it's not that the evil god statue came out with you, but that its function has been transferred."

Gu Mian was taken aback.

Functional transfer?

He had an unrealistic thought: "Could it have transferred to me?"

Thinking of this, he began to fantasize about fireballs raining down from the sky and crushing all the upper-class people to death.

But this could easily result in friendly fire.

Gu Mian quickly shifted her attention to the animation on the screen in front of her: "Hmm, this little guy is really white."

Now he knows why men show him cartoons.

“Killing has already called me and said that when you two escaped from underground, he said countless bad things, but none of them came true. He originally thought that the statue was affected by the rollback, but the next second you pushed open that hinged door that should not be able to be opened under normal circumstances, and that’s when he realized something was wrong.

"He discovered that the statue seemed unable to grant his wishes, but it could still grant yours;
"After you left, he tried to make a wish a few more times, but failed each time. He then realized that the statue's function had most likely been transferred to you, and that it would only grant your wishes from now on—this little guy is so cute."

The man made sure to steer the conversation back to cartoons to prevent Gu Mian from coming up with any surprising ideas in a moment of impulsiveness.

"They are indeed very cute," Gu Mian replied perfunctorily, "Does that mean I'll have to try my best not to dream when I sleep from now on?"

What if I dream that when I wake up, all the NPCs and living people in the world are dead, and I'm the only one left...?

Gu Mian watched the cartoon again and felt that it was too difficult for the upper-class protagonists to struggle in this world. She thought it would be better if everyone just died, so that there would be no need to struggle anymore.

"No... it's not that exaggerated. Killing told me on the phone that the function is most likely restricted by you, and only what you take for granted and what you strongly demand will be realized."

Is that so?
Just like that hinged door, Gu Mian subconsciously felt that it was opened and closed in this way, so she could easily push it open.

When Gu Mian wished for a motorcycle, she naturally assumed that the evil god statue would grant her wish, which was why she received the motorcycle.

While on NPC Street, Gu Mian strongly wished that the cars under her could have two more wheels, and the motorcycle actually did have two more wheels.

"So it won't happen that way, where whatever you think of comes true immediately, right?" Gu Mian still remembered the example that Sha Lu had told her: a person was taking a shower and suddenly wondered what would happen if the bathwater suddenly turned into sulfuric acid, and the bathwater actually did turn into sulfuric acid.

"It probably won't happen unless you insist on it."

While the man was speaking, Gu Mian had already begun to think about what she wanted.

"I want a little doll that looks like a fat man," he imagined what the doll would look like.

Naturally, this did not happen.

Because his desire wasn't strong enough.

"I want a little doll that looks like a fat man!" Gu Mian emphasized as she repeated herself.

The little doll still hadn't appeared in his hands. It seemed that only a strong desire in a moment of crisis could make his wish come true.

"Although you won't easily achieve your heart's desires, you can't control your subconscious thoughts, so from now on you must cultivate your character and try your best to control your mind..."

“Speaking of which…” Gu Mian suddenly interrupted the man, pointing to the closed door behind the counter, “That’s your studio, isn’t it?”

The man just now was carrying the screen as he walked out of that door.

A sign that reads "Workshop" is still hanging on the door.

The man was taken aback by what Gu Mian said, and followed his hand to look at the door: "It used to be, but it was used for too long and then it became a warehouse. I put some important instruments in there."

“Then your important equipment is probably gone,” Gu Mian said matter-of-factly. “Because there was a ‘workroom’ sign on it, I instinctively thought it was a workroom at first glance.”

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes widened, and he suddenly straightened up, quickly went to the door, and pulled it open.

A spacious room appeared before the two of them.

A large red curtain hangs on the wall directly opposite the door, with two photography devices on either side of the curtain—I don't know if this room used to be like this, but now it fits Gu Mian's imagination of a photo studio workshop.

However, judging from the man's disgusted expression, Gu Mian guessed that this place was no longer the place he used to love.

The man let out a sharp scream, clutching his head and nearly collapsing into the doorframe: "My equipment!"

"Don't worry," Gu Mian comforted her tenderly. "Otherwise, tell me what those things look like, and I'll try to imagine them for you."

That's a bit difficult; he can't guarantee it.

But at least they tried to salvage it.

"No! Stop thinking about it... No, I have to find a way to get you to control your mind, otherwise this mall will be destroyed soon..." The man painfully took out his phone and searched through his contacts as if he wanted to ask someone for help, but for a moment he couldn't think of anyone to ask for help.

Gu Mian curiously leaned closer: "You're just someone who runs a photo studio here, why are you so worried about the safety of this game city?"

Upon hearing his words, the man suddenly looked up at Gu Mian: "You still don't know my name, do you?"

Gu Mian shook her head.

To be honest, all he knew was that the person in front of him was the manager of the photo studio. When the killing sent him to find someone, he didn't tell him the manager's name.

"What are you doing in front of the madman's photo studio?"

A questioning voice came from below.

007 looked down and saw a toy dog ​​that was all green and had the word "Limited Edition" written on it.

At this moment, it had a wanted poster in its mouth, and the eyes of the two toy buttons looked at them with a puzzled look.

This is the toy dog ​​that was handing out "Wanted Posters for Ugly Mr. Gu" all over the arcade. The wanted posters even have its name on them—Dog Doll (Green Limited Edition).

The mechanical dog, Xiao Hei, saw its own kind and happily went over to greet them: "Are you happy?"

The dog casually stuffed an ugly wanted poster of Mr. Gu into Xiao Hei's mouth, then looked up at the group of people standing there again: "What are you doing in front of the crazy building manager's photo studio?"

"Waiting for that ugly Mr. Gu you're talking about to come out," 007 thought to himself.

"Wait a minute?" She noticed the way the dog had addressed her earlier. "You just said... 'Crazy Building Manager'? Who's the Crazy Building Manager?"

The dog tilted its head: "He's the building manager of the arcade, everyone's boss. The photo studio is owned by him." (End of Chapter)