Survival in the apocalypse: I exploited a bug in an infinite dungeon.

As long as you don't do anything reckless, the next three days should be relatively easy to complete.

Thinking of this, she remembered the favorability reward from the convenience store.

I wonder if giving away all the chocolates and candies will max out the boss's favorability.

If all else fails, she can cook a few dishes for him herself.

Shi Jinwei slowly fell asleep within the plan.

On the morning of the third day, she was still asleep when she felt a knock on the door.

At first, I thought it was a hallucination because it was still dark through the gap in the curtains.

Seeing that no one answered, the thing outside the door continued to knock, undeterred.

The noise grew louder and louder, finally waking Shi Jinwei up.

Frowning, I looked through the peephole and saw a player.

She didn't open the door, intending to go back to sleep.

The player had already heard her footsteps.

He said from outside the door, "Little girl, I know you're in there. How about we make a deal?"

Shi Jinwei ignored her and pulled the blanket over her head to continue sleeping.

Although the hotel staff's uniforms were dirty, the guest rooms were exceptionally clean.

In addition, Song Jie had assured her that the room was indeed clean.

She didn't find it offensive.

These are so much cleaner than those work clothes.

But the people outside were not giving up, and their voices grew louder and louder.

Shi Jinwei frowned and picked up the hotel room phone to call someone.

Soon, other service agents arrived, warned the player, and took him away.

Unexpectedly, the person outside the door cursed viciously: "You brat, you'll die a horrible death. I wish you'd live forever in a dungeon, never to see your family again... I..."

He seemed to have lost his mind, and his words became increasingly vicious.

Upon hearing this, Shi Jinwei jumped off the bed and opened the door.

They saw the player being carried towards the elevator in a very disheveled state by two monsters.

Unfortunately, they can't eat their colleagues during work hours, even if that colleague is human.

"etc."

Shi Jinwei called out to the monsters, signaling them to drag the man back.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the man was tightly bound by a dark rope and was completely unable to move.

Therefore, they can only output through their mouths.

I don't know what his skill is, but he didn't resist at all.

Shi Jinwei gestured for the two ghosts to put him down and leave.

After the ghost left, they stuffed a dirty towel from the bathroom into the man's mouth and dragged him into the house.

The man struggled incessantly, but could not break free of his restraints.

Shi Jinwei threw the person onto the chair, her eyes icy cold: "I thought you'd know what's good for you, but you're courting death. Hand over all the props, or I'll kill you right now."

She pointed the gun at the man's temple.

The man's pupils contracted when he saw the weapon, thinking the girl had pulled out a treacherous weapon.

While feeling secretly annoyed, he was also somewhat excited.

He entered the game team up with another teammate.

Both of them have "resurrection tickets", so even though their skills are terrible, they still want to gamble in the weird dungeon.

As a result, the two were on duty tonight, and one of them accidentally offended a customer and died.

He thought about it for a long time and realized he needed to find a teammate.

Among the players, Shi Jinwei is the most skilled.

So the man decided to approach her for a collaboration.

To my surprise, this young girl was so indifferent.

Not only did they ignore him, they even went so far as to try and capture him.

We're all players, why can't we cooperate?

He only dared to mutter these thoughts to himself, but on the surface he put on a pitiful look.

He wanted to gain the girl's sympathy.

Unfortunately, Shi Jinwei wasn't buying it.

He pressed the gun forward again: "Will you hand it over or not?"

His eyes were cold, his tone impatient, and he looked at him as if he were a dead man.

Only then did the man belatedly realize that he was somewhat frightened.

Then he heard the sound of a pistol being cocked.

He tried to say something while sobbing, but Shi Jinwei didn't give him the chance.

As the two confronted each other, the door was knocked on again.

She frowned: "Who?"

Song Jie's voice came from outside the door: "It's me."

Upon opening the door, Song Jie was seen carrying a tray, her expression somewhat strange.

"This is what the boss instructed you to do," she said.

The tray holds steamed buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks—a typical Chinese breakfast.

Shi Jinwei gestured for her to bring it in, without explaining anything.

Song Jie, on the other hand, wanted to take the initiative to say something to her.

Upon seeing a man tied up inside the room, her voice abruptly stopped, and her gaze became even stranger.

Knowing that she might have misunderstood something, Shi Jinwei was too lazy to explain.

However, Song Jie's words were more valuable than a man's, so she gestured for the two of them to go to the corridor.

Song Jie leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I don't know how you did it, but it's a good thing that the boss has a good impression of you. Keep it up."

"Is he the boss?"

Unable to resist, she asked the question.

This wasn't a secret, so Song Jie nodded and left.

Back in the room, the man was writhing on the floor.

The direction is towards the window, and it looks like they want to escape through the window.

Surprised that Shi Jinwei had returned so quickly, he looked on with astonishment.

"Don't bother, do you want the props or your life?" She stepped forward.

The man's eyes were filled with resentment.

Like a potential bursting forth before death, he rolled to the window and climbed up against the wall.

He gritted his teeth and slammed his head against the glass.

Believe it or not, he actually smashed it.

Blood covered his forehead, and he turned around to glare fiercely at Shi Jinwei.

It's as if it's saying, "Don't even think about it."

Shi Jinwei didn't even bother to stop him; she watched as he jumped out of the window.

It turned into white light and disappeared before it even landed.

The ghosts on the street looked up when they heard the noise, but when they saw that the glass was broken, they didn't think much of it.

Shi Jinwei called customer service.

Soon a repairman came in and helped replace the window.

However, she still had to pay 1000 ghost coins in compensation for damaging the hotel facilities.

After this ordeal, the appointed time with the Golden Ghost is fast approaching.

So she took the soy milk and went out, intending to eat it on the go.

The air still smelled foul.

After playing through several instances, I got used to it after a while.

However, the very next second after swallowing the soy milk, she spat it out.

What the hell is this thing?

Why does soy milk that looks and smells normal taste sour and foul?

That's all.

Some cunning genius even added sugar to it.

The sour and pungent smell, with a sweet aftertaste, makes it even more memorable.

Without thinking, he threw the things into the trash can next to him.

Downstairs in the lobby, Golden Ghost was already waiting there with his bodyguards.

Upon seeing Shi Jinwei come downstairs, he immediately came to greet her.

His eyes gleamed: "Little girl, is the goods ready?"

Shi Jinwei nodded and took out fifty incense sticks, handing them to him.

He readily paid 17000 ghost coins.

However, instead of leaving immediately, he waited to the side.

He later heard yesterday that the little girl also sells other things.

He also wanted to take it all.

For other ghosts, the price is not cheap, but for him, it's not even a drop in the ocean.

Moreover, he wanted to create a monopoly.