Global Collapse

“The upper class are not directly controlled by us; they will do everything in their power to wipe out the lower class. Therefore, in the final battle, his strength cannot be too far apart from ours.”
"Hmm... Unlike you this time, how many lowly people did you bring?"

“Forty,” Gu Mian said. “Including those we recruited along the way, there were originally fifty-eight, but eighteen of them couldn’t walk anymore because they ate too much, so they stayed in the previous upper-class residential area.”

The killing fell silent.

After a long silence, he continued, "In the City of Joy, there are now more than 70,000 upper-class people."

"Seventy-eight thousand six hundred and ninety-two," Gu Mian said, referring to the data provided to him by the superior search engine.

"So the men you brought, each of them fought against about two thousand upper-class people."

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian also fell silent.

Although I know this is all part of a script arranged by an evil god, it is indeed quite illogical.

Whether it's reasonable or not, let's set that aside for now.

Gu Mian looked at the carnage: "In your original script, this should be pretty much the end, right?"

Killer nodded: "The warrior led the lower people to defeat the evil upper people, and from then on, people lived happily ever after. The story came to an end amidst laughter and joy."

The sounds of fireworks and firecrackers were still going off outside, and the sounds of people celebrating were also quite cheerful.

But why hasn't the ending arrived yet?

“This ending…” Killer glanced at the door of the conference hall behind him. The sounds of revelry came from outside the crack in the door. It was indeed the ending we had longed for but never achieved before… There had probably been many endings like this before, but they were no longer in our memories.

As he spoke, he curled the corners of his mouth upwards, as if trying to make a smile.

But his smile was very unpleasant.

"Is this interesting?" the torturer beside him suddenly spoke up. "Is this the ending you wanted? A perfect ending achieved without any effort, without any resistance, without any awareness. This kind of ending, which can only be achieved under the control of external forces, is full of falsehood. Was this the kind of false ending you wanted when you were writing the script?"

The corners of his mouth drooped quickly, and even the fake smile disappeared from his face. He lowered his head and let out a long sigh: "We can't really stretch the time to ten years."

The situation is awkward.

Despite having achieved the agreed-upon outcome, the two founders, both from upper-class backgrounds, showed no sign of happiness.

Gu Mian also failed to leave this place.

He didn't know what went wrong, or how things could develop from here. Was he supposed to just have those two elite founders beheaded?

"By the way, Xu Xingcheng." At this moment, Shalu suddenly remembered something and spoke to Gu Mian, "He also created his own clones in this world. Some clones are upper-class people, and some are lower-class people. When you caused a scene at the trial variety show a while ago, Xu Xingcheng's clone went there, and you almost met."

"Who is his clone?" Gu Mian asked.

"Later, the captain of the Order Guard at the variety show venue, his clone hadn't awakened yet. Now he's regained his memories, so maybe you can find him and get some information out of him." Killer said, letting out a long breath. "But we don't know where he is right now."

Gu Mian wrote it down and decided to go out later to issue the task of finding Xu Xingcheng to the lower-class people.

Speaking of Xu Xingcheng, he thought of something else: "There are quite a few NPCs in this world. Have you seen them since this rollback?"

In any case, Gu Mian didn't see a single NPC along the way, nor did she find any NPC residential areas on the map.

I wonder if the NPCs will be rolled back along with this rollback.

"At this point in time, NPCs from other worlds haven't settled in this world yet, so their buildings have naturally disappeared. But I'm not sure what happened to the people, nor do I know where they are."

Gu Mian added another task to her mind: finding NPCs. Perhaps some NPCs could help her leave this place. For example, some people might have special items like dungeon entry tickets, so she could escape this world by entering a dungeon.

However, even if you get a dungeon entry ticket, you might not be able to use it. The connection between this place and the global game has been severed, and the dungeon entry ticket may become a useless piece of paper.

The most important thing right now is to find Xu Xingcheng.

Just then, a knock came from outside the conference hall door. Gu Mian turned to look at the door. The cheers and cannon fire outside had stopped sometime earlier. He noticed a light flickering through the crack in the door, flashing on and off every few seconds.

What's going on outside?
At this moment, the person outside walked in without waiting for Gu Mian's response. However, the person was not a normal human figure, but a semi-transparent phantom, which seemed to be due to his walking speed.

In an instant, the person at the door came to Gu Mian's side and placed some kind of document on his desk.

Before Gu Mian could say anything, the illusory figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

Before the illusory figure closed the door, Gu Mian saw the sky outside shimmering.

One second it's daytime, the next it's nighttime.

He understood; time was accelerating.

"Regulations regarding the conversion of upper-class status." Killer read aloud the document on Gu Mian's desk. "Looks like there will be new upper-class people again."

Gu Mian understood why time had been accelerated.

The current ending is not the end. Just like fairy tales often end with the princess and prince's wedding, this is not the final ending for the two characters. They still have a long way to go.

This world also has it.

But the evil god kindly sped up the time for Gu Mian.

The shadowy figures moved back and forth in the conference hall.

Gu Mian watched as the phantoms of those who were originally considered inferior people quickly moved through the conference hall. They went from being disheveled to being clean and tidy, and their taste in clothing became more sophisticated. One plan after another was stacked in front of Gu Mian.

"Notice of Termination of Rights of Former Superior Individuals"

"Notification of the renaming of former upper-class citizens to lower-class citizens"

"Decree to Expel Inferior People"

"Application for Development Plan for Lower-Class Residential Areas"

"Draft Request to Change the Name of a Commoner to that of an Upper Class"

As the conference hall doors opened and closed, Gu Mian saw the scene outside.

Almost every time she opened the door, a new, tall building would appear outside, making the city even larger than before. In the end, its scale even surpassed that of the Joyful City that Gu Mian had seen when she last came to participate in a variety show.

At first, he could see a few "upper-class slaves".

Although the term "upper class" has now been changed to "lower class," Gu Mian still prefers the old term.

Those pale-faced upper-class people have become slaves to the lower-class people.

At first, Gu Mian would occasionally see a few upper-class slaves passing by with their masters outside the gate. However, as the status of the upper-class people declined, they were no longer worthy of being brought into the residential area. As a result, the lower-class people gathered all the upper-class people together and drove them to a "new lower-class residential area" specially developed for them.

The shadowy figures in the conference room were constantly changing.

Gu Mian watched as the expressions of the lower-class people changed from initial insecurity to eagerness, and then from eagerness to looking down at them with their heads held high and eyes askance.

If you didn't look at the colors, Gu Mian could hardly tell the difference between them and the other upper-class people from before.

Finally, time slowed down, and the people in the conference room were no longer blurry figures. Gu Mian was finally able to hear what they were saying.

A dozen or so well-dressed lower-class people sat on either side of a long table.

He saw the lowest-ranking person sitting at the very top, his neck held high, a disgusting smile typical of the upper class on his face, arrogantly proclaiming, "I hereby declare the first draft of the Upper Class Protection Law officially passed!" (End of Chapter)