My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Player City.

This place is much livelier than usual! Perhaps it's because of the challenges brought by the new mission, or perhaps it's because people don't want to lose the piece of cake in their pockets.

* Failure penalty: Random punishment.

The randomness of the penalties actually made the game more exciting for players, leading to a significant increase in the number of players in the Minecraft virtual reality world game.

The latest forum post is about this mandatory task, and the number of views on it is increasing almost every second.

"Huh? This real-world game has so little gameplay... Finally! Something that interests me!"

"Hey! What are you talking about upstairs? Minecraft is currently the only game with a brain-computer interface!"

"But this way of playing is too casual. After a while, it will get quite boring. You know... if you're too idle, you'll get sick from it."

"Although I really want to argue with you... what you said is indeed correct."

"If you ask me... it would be really fun if they removed the logout button from this game."

These seemingly insignificant imagery and remarks have all been noticed by the administrators here.

Although they may not seem particularly special on the surface and not worthy of much attention, every piece of feedback and suggestion from players is actually crucial and needs to be carefully collected and recorded in detail.

The forum system provides an excellent platform for administrators.

However, since the task was posted, the management has not received any information related to the "mandatory task".

This is truly baffling. Which company would know about the mission later than the players? Is this what they call inside information? But why wasn't anyone notified?

Or is it because this requires confidentiality? Isn't this level of confidentiality a bit too much? So much so that even the management was kept in the dark.

This series of questions is like a seed buried deep in the soil.

The content mentioned on the forum was like a timely rain, falling from the sky and nourishing the seeds that were called "doubts".

However, those seeds buried deep in the soil will eventually… oh, do you think they will sprout? Haha… of course not.

Those seeds of doubt will be seen as drawbacks by those in power! They will be uprooted, and before things are even defined, the "real people in charge" of management will deal with those "mistakes".

The survey questionnaires have been distributed.

The questions on the questionnaire were like everyday meals; a questionnaire would be sent out every month, but each time the questions were strangely bizarre.

We can call this "layoffs".

Of course, they will receive a final, substantial sum of money and will be required to sign a confidentiality agreement.

* It will eventually sink to the bottom of the sea.

Above the internal structure of the management team, there is a unique passageway covered by transparent glass, like a transparent pipe connecting to the unknown space above.

Below the passage is a circular, luminous structure... well, actually, it's an elevator.

This rooftop is the private office of Barton, the game's lead developer.

Mr. Barton was primarily responsible for talent management. Apart from his direct supervisor and other colleagues in other areas, everything else was handled by him.

The sound of the shaft turning rang out, and the slightly glowing disc floated up. Barton, noticing the unusual movement, suddenly looked up and the first thing he saw was Dennis, who was full of interest.

"Wow, it's still so much fun every time I come here!" Dennis looked down at the glowing disc under his feet and stomped his foot happily.

"I remember when I first came into this world, the first thing I played with was an elevator."

Barton didn't pay much attention to him; if it wasn't something very important, he had a lot of other things to do.

After all, the demands made by the person from the Monster Research Institute were far too many, and they were currently in a very special and sensitive period, so they really didn't have much free time to chat with their colleagues.

"Dennis, is there something you need from me?" Barton asked, his eyes lowered, still clutching the world's most classic quill pen.

He loved the unique tactile sensation of a quill pen against paper, and even with the existence of a so-called system, he still preferred this method of writing.

Even if technology is too convenient, it should not hinder one's ability to write.

Just then, Dennis seemed to come to his senses. He slowly moved forward a few steps and then stared curiously at the table in front of Barton, especially the thick stack of papers on it.

The stack of papers was densely covered with lines of writing. His eyes narrowed slightly. As expected of a senior scholar, every single character he wrote was extremely neat and standardized.

"Guess what? My experiment was a huge success! I think I managed to trap an elite monster, though I don't know what level it is..."

"If the monsters had a complete ranking system..."

Dennis raised his hand and stroked his chin, seemingly pondering how to maximize the benefits from that elite monster.

"You said... if I let him..."

Dennis was interrupted by Barton before he could finish speaking.

“Dennis, apart from the monster you mentioned, I’m afraid the other monsters there will only obey…our old acquaintances.”

Barton paused for a moment, then suddenly placed the pen on the table, crossed his hands and rested his chin on them, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the person in front of him as if he were examining him.

Dennis wasn't too surprised, but casually tilted his head, his gaze fixed squarely on the desk. "Of course I know that..."

"But it doesn't say we can't speculate..."

"If you don't have anything urgent to discuss with me, please return to your post."

"Don't kick us out so soon," Dennis smiled.

"I'm just curious...when will my things arrive."

Barton was silent for a moment, vaguely remembering that according to the agreed date, it was around...

"Tomorrow, you can go and inspect the goods tomorrow."