My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Cao Quan showed no sign of stopping. He took a sip of water to moisten his throat and continued explaining to Zhang Ying: "There are five levels of ghosts. At the very beginning are wandering spirits, which are mostly recently deceased and still harbor resentment, only capable of frightening people. Next are earthbound spirits, which are usually attached to a specific location and unable to leave, possessing strong resentment and unique abilities. Then comes calamities, whose strength goes without saying. If a ghost of this level actively harms people, the entire branch must be mobilized, even contacting other branches across the city for support, sparing no effort to suppress it. At this point, you've basically reached the top of the ordinary ghost category."

He paused, his expression turning serious: "And what exists above calamity is called 'natural disaster.' These kinds of monsters cannot be subdued by human means. Their very existence is a destruction of a region, requiring the deployment of national weapons, or even strategic-level deployments, to suppress them with all our might. A step further above natural disaster is the legendary existence known as the 'Ghost God.'"

"No one knows how powerful the Ghost God is, because the records of the Ghost God from ancient times to the present only exist in mythology. Because it is too far removed from the past, most people in the academic community now believe that the Ghost God is a fabrication and that the level of monsters is basically the limit when they reach the level of natural disasters."

Cao Quan sighed: "For us, even the weakest wandering spirit is not something our branch can easily contain. After all, we can't kill monsters. After suppressing them, we either seal them on the spot or rush them to headquarters for containment."

"Then there are the undead, which our handling department excels at dealing with. You've probably been to the containment facility in the basement, right? That's where the undead are held; most of them are captured one by one by us."

Cao Quan pointed down and explained, "The difference between a ghost and a monster is that ghosts have no intelligence; they attach themselves to some kind of object. Generally, they pose less of a threat, and as long as the object they are attached to is destroyed, the ghost can be completely removed. Ghosts are divided into three levels from low to high: those with less threat and weaker abilities are called 'decorative objects,' and most of the ones held in the containment room are these; those with little threat but decent abilities are called 'ghost artifacts'; and those with great threat and powerful abilities are called 'spiritual artifacts.'"

At this point, a glint of light flashed in Cao Quan's eyes: "Every strange object has its unique function. If used properly, it can even help us defend against monsters. Therefore, we only choose to remove strange objects in emergencies. Under normal circumstances, we will contain them and use them as an aid in fighting monsters. For example, our captain has a strange weapon. With that weapon in hand, he dares to charge straight at even earthbound spirits!"

After listening to Cao Quan's explanation, Zhang Ying had a basic understanding of this supernatural circle.

From wandering spirits to ghostly gods, from ornaments to magical artifacts, the cruelty and opportunities of this world coexist and slowly unfold before him.

He also realized just how high-level his combat power was, with Li Ziqing by his side.

After spending some time in the processing section, getting familiar with the environment, and briefly greeting Pang Zhidong and Sun Yun, Zhang Ying left the Investigation Bureau's office building.

A black luxury car was already waiting downstairs and took him home.

Back in his room, Zhang Ying looked at the exam preparation questions on his desk and felt a sense of absurdity.

The goal of the college entrance examination is to get into a good university and find a good job; this is a belief instilled in all students from a young age.

Now, not only has he found a job, but he has also been given a government-affiliated position that countless people dream of, with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan and six types of insurance and one housing fund.

Perhaps for him, from the moment he acquired the simulator, the life of an ordinary person became merely a moment of leisure amidst a busy schedule.

With so much happening these past two days, he finally has time to sit down and think things through.

The daily tasks on the simulator panel should have been refreshed by now.

Zhang Ying opened the simulator's training manual and his gaze fell on the daily tasks.

[Training Target 1: Li Ziqing]

[Current Affection Level: Lover☆]

[Daily Tasks]

【One: Set off fireworks together】

[Reward: 1 sanity points]

【Two: Go shopping with her once】

[Reward: 0.05 Physical Fitness]

[Three: Cook a meal together]

[Reward: Scent Appreciation Method]

【Important Task: ★】

【Part 1: Create an unforgettable memory together】

[Reward: 5 sanity points]

……

Except for the first daily task, all other tasks remain unchanged.

Zhang Ying's gaze lingered on the first daily task.

Fireworks...

Looking at these two words, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to my childhood.

Back then, Grandpa was still alive. Every New Year, Grandpa would take him to set off fireworks under the bridge on the riverbank. Grandpa's rough, calloused hands would hold his, light the fuse, and watch the dazzling sparks bloom in the night sky, illuminating Grandpa's wrinkled yet kind smiling face.

Over the years, his grandfather's face has become somewhat blurry in his memory, but that memory remains precious.

Zhang Ying's eyes narrowed, and he made a decision.

Late at night, he wanted to take Li Ziqing to the riverbank where they used to go when they were children to set off fireworks.

In the afternoon, Zhang's mother returned home. Zhang Ying didn't directly mention that he had secured a government job, but instead tentatively asked his mother, "Mom, if I had to choose between getting into a good university and finding a good job, which would you choose?"

Zhang's mother was changing her shoes when she heard this and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Shouldn't the priority be getting into a good university first, and then finding a good job? Is there a conflict between the two?"

Zhang Ying shook his head and said seriously, "Then let's change the conditions. If I want that good job, I have to give up the opportunity to get into a good university. Mom, what would you ask me to choose?"

Zhang's mother stopped what she was doing, thought for a moment, then walked over to Zhang Ying and tapped his head: "Son, I'm not you, so naturally I wouldn't know what you're thinking. But since you've said it, it means you already have the answer in your heart. Don't worry, whether you get into a good university or find a good job, as long as you can take responsibility for your choice and don't regret it, that's fine. Mom will always support you."

Zhang Ying felt a warm feeling in his heart.

As darkness fell, after Zhang's mother went to sleep, Zhang Ying quietly left home.

He boarded a taxi to go back to his hometown. His hometown was an urban village south of Dacang City. The economic level there was worse than in other areas, and the infrastructure was also less. The streetlights were dim and the roads were full of potholes, but at least there was a road.

After a taxi ride of one or two hours, Zhang Ying got off at the familiar fields and riverbank.

He carried the sparklers and popsicles he had bought at a store along the way, and walked toward the riverbank bridge he remembered.

It was completely dark, and all around was silent except for the occasional chirping of insects. Zhang Ying kept his Ghost Eyes activated almost the entire time, using their ability to see in the dark to feel his way.

Soon, a familiar stone bridge appeared before his eyes.

The stone bridge remains, only now bearing a more weathered look than I remember. The river flows quietly beneath it, reflecting the sparse starlight.