Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

"Well, he's a second-generation rich kid." Xiang Yu suddenly felt like the mental hospital had fallen into darkness.

"Big brother, I've discovered something really strange," Aibowu whispered to Xiangyu. "The system in the Main God Space... has a bug!"

"What?" Xiang Yu was taken aback. This thing could actually malfunction?

But then, Xiang Yu realized something, so he stopped smiling and asked mysteriously:

Are you sure?

"Absolutely true!"

Aibowu glanced around, and after confirming that no one was around, he whispered, "The reward for this dungeon is thirty points in total, and since there are two of us who survived, we should each get fifteen points..."

"But the system gave me thirty points! Isn't that amazing!"

Aibowu's face was full of the joy of a bountiful harvest, completely unaware of a serious problem.

Xiang Yu slowly said, "...Is it possible that the system isn't bugged?"

"What? Could it be..." Ai Baiwu's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Xiang Yu.

"That's right, it's because our performance in the dungeon was too good that we triggered a hidden reward, resulting in double the points!" Xiang Yu said in a serious tone.

"!!!"

"I see!"

Ai Baiwu initially felt uneasy about getting the points because he thought he was lucky, but after listening to Xiang Yu's words, he immediately stopped being so insecure and started to feel smug.

"Haha, we two are too strong!" Ai Bowu stood up. "These past few days, I've been worried every day about whether I would be punished for using the bug, and I've even lost my appetite because of this."

"But now I'm happy again! My appetite has increased!"

After saying that, he brought back ten more plates of meat.

The buffet owner in the distance wished he could slap him ten times to make him depressed again.

"By the way... big brother..." Ai Baiwu wolfed down his food, "Do you think... we'll run into each other again next time we go to the dungeon...?"

"I don't know, it depends on fate," Xiang Yu said casually.

There are so many people in the world, if I could meet someone like you, I would call you the "Eight Billion Luck Coach".

"Actually, I feel the dungeon world is alright... But recently some strange things have been happening in the real world," Aibowu said after swallowing a piece of steak. "Our mental hospital has been doing exceptionally well lately."

"Isn't good business a good thing?" Xiang Yu had just said this when he felt something was off.

"...It's quite lucrative, but it's really weird. So many talented people have gone mad." Ai Bowu continued to eat voraciously. "Some are scientists, some are mathematicians, and some are philosophers... They're being sent to our area in batches, it's terrifying!"

"The Trisolarans are attacking?" Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow. "These people aren't going to say that physics doesn't exist anymore, are they?"

"No, not really... Oh right, there were also a few archaeologists and writers." Ai Bowu suddenly remembered something, "The way these people behave when they have an attack is quite strange. Although each person is different, there seems to be a pattern to it."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Xiang Yu immediately became interested.

"There was a professor, I think he was a physicist, and I heard he used to be very famous in the physics department at Tsinghua University. He was excellent in both academic achievements and teaching. If it weren't for the administrative problems, he would have become an academician long ago." Ai Bowu said, propping his chin on his hand. "He just retired, and the university wanted to rehire him, but... but then he went crazy."

"Is it possible... that he has researched something cutting-edge that everyone finds incredible?" Xiang Yu said.

Ai Bowu shook his head: "If that were all, everyone would be very forgiving, after all, he was an academic giant before... but he really is crazy, he keeps saying that time doesn't exist."

"...?"

"That's not all, he also insisted that humanity is trapped in time and must escape from time to be free..." Aibowu sighed, "Then he jumped off a building, saying that this was the way to escape."

"But in the end, he was saved, even though he had dozens of broken bones. Thankfully, he survived... Psychologists, psychoanalysts, and psychiatrists took turns treating him, but they couldn't do anything about it," Ai Bowu added. "In the end, they could only hand him over to our mental hospital."

"..." Xiang Yu's brows furrowed slowly.

"And another thing, we also took in a literary scholar who does criticism of ancient Chinese poetry and such. He went crazy a few days ago and kept reciting poetry to the wall in his bedroom without eating anything... Later, his family was afraid that something would happen to him, so they moved him here with us."

Xiang Yu suddenly interrupted, "What poem were you reciting?"

"Ah... let me think, it seems so..." Ai Bowu said after a moment's thought.

The two shouted in unison, "Feiguang, Feiguang..."

"!!!"

Ai Baiwu dropped the half-eaten piece of beef from his mouth onto the plate, staring wide-eyed at Xiang Yu: "Big brother, this is it!"

Xiang Yu's heart skipped a beat. The surrounding noise seemed to vanish into a vacuum in that instant, leaving only those two words echoing in his mind.

Why do these things appear in my world?

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Ai Bowu looked at Xiang Yu's face, which seemed to be not good.

Just then, the system, which had been dormant since returning to the real world, reappeared before Xiang Yu's eyes.

[Optional Mission: Investigate the anomalies occurring in the world.]

[Reward: Information about the next world.]

Xiang Yu's fingers continued to tap lightly on the table. Then he stopped and said to Ai Baiwu, "I... could I go to your family's mental hospital for a checkup?"

"Hmm? Sure, that's a good idea..." Aibowu didn't refuse. "They're really funny. Would you like to be friends with them? It'll be really interesting!"

"That's true... I'd really like to talk to them..."

……

Going to a mental hospital is absolutely necessary.

But before going, Xiangyu needs to prepare everything for the next world.

First, there's the armor.

Xiang Yu stood in front of the full-length mirror in his rented room, stuffing the last insert plate into his tactical vest. It was a ceramic ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene composite armor, lined with boron carbide ceramic bulletproof plates.

It has extremely high hardness but extremely low density.

It does not affect Xiangyu's athletic performance at all.

It was very expensive. A set of armor, including knee and elbow pads and several sets of replacement plates, cost a total of 50,000 yuan.

But it was worth the money. Xiang Yu stretched his shoulders, feeling the armor's tightness against his muscles. Even the most ordinary person, wearing this suit, would have their overall survival rating artificially boosted to E+. After all, at close range, a pistol bullet hitting this would only leave a white dot.

This is the absolute sense of security that money can buy.

This is the culmination of modern human industry.

Then came the weapons.

Xiang Yu originally wanted to go abroad to get a gun, but firstly, it was difficult to do so due to the short time available, and secondly, his own destructive power far exceeded that of firearms.

But he needs the "range" of the firearm.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. On the battlefield where life and death are at stake, range is the ultimate truth. Humans threw stones farther, and thus the sling was invented; they shot arrows farther, and thus the crossbow was invented; until steel and fire were sent to the other side of the horizon. The evolutionary history of warfare is essentially an evolutionary history of range.

Ranged attacks are the most essential means of combat.

So he chose throwing knives.

Xiang Yu pulled a specially made throwing knife from the box. The blade was long and narrow, with a dull gray-black color. It had no sharp edge, but it exuded a restrained killing intent.

This thing can balance range and also allow the explosive power of Xiangyu's "training for a thousand days" to be maximized.