Fusion failed?

[Fusion failed, the host will soon be eradicated by the system.]

[Data error encountered... Detecting source of error...]

[Error detection failed... Attempting to detect again...]

[Unknown disturbance encountered... Attempting to repair...]

[Repair failed...]

[Repair failed...]

[Repair failed...]

[Fusion successful]

...

"All selected participants have now entered the instance; preparation time is still 5 minutes. Let's briefly go over some rules."

"The duration of the instance is seven days. During this period, you must work in the Fierce Ghost Restaurant and maintain harmonious relations with the customers. The customer is king, and their feelings must be carefully attended to, otherwise, they may take an organ from you, such as an eyeball, a testicle, or even your life."

"After the instance concludes, rewards will be determined based on the tasks completed and performance during the period. While completing tasks, please also make an effort to survive. Only by doing so, can you return to the real world."

A mysterious voice echoed in everyone's consciousness, leaving everyone stunned at that moment.

John was also stunned. He clearly heard the prompt of the fusion failure, and then his consciousness fell into a coma. He thought he would die, but something strange happened. He became a selected participant and found himself arriving at a place called the Fierce Ghost Restaurant.

Selected Participant: John

Level: 1

Strength: 20

Speed: 30

Ghost Power: 0

Ghost Coins: 0

Ghost Items: None

Skill: Eye of Truth

System: Demon Angel

"Hmm??"

John was incredibly excited. He had thought that the failure of the fusion meant his survival was a miracle in itself.

But unexpectedly, he indeed possessed both the Demon and Angel systems. This meant that whether he pleased or angered the other party, he could receive additional rewards!

Does this mean that as long as he can influence a ghost's emotions, he can receive rewards?

John suddenly realized that having both systems might make him unique among all the selected participants.

...

"The instance officially begins now. Good luck to all."

The five minutes swiftly passed, and before anyone could react, they found themselves in a strange, grand hall. The enormous diamond chandeliers, stairs carpeted with red, and the exquisite European decorative pieces all highlighted the ambiance of a high-end restaurant.

[Tip: In fifteen minutes, the Fierce Ghost Restaurant will open for business. Please head to the storage room to find a suitable uniform. Remember to look neat and tidy while working, as unkempt servers could tarnish the restaurant's reputation.]

[Warning: Without absolute mental resilience and sufficient strength, please do not venture above the second floor of the restaurant. The guests there are difficult to serve, and failing to do so might result in being treated as food.]

[The Fierce Ghost Restaurant holds the principle of treating customers as gods, but inevitably, there will be guests who are unreasonable and harmful to the restaurant's reputation. Selected Participants may take appropriate actions to discipline them.]

Discipline? Isn't that akin to courting death?

The customers of the Fierce Ghost Restaurant, what else could they be but ghosts? It's not worth losing your life to uphold the restaurant's reputation.

In such a situation, John must remain calm.

Fear equals death.

Surviving the work at the Fierce Ghost Restaurant is the only way to stay alive.

With that in mind, John headed to the storage room.

Upon opening the door, a stifling, hot air rushed at him.

The room was cluttered with all sorts of things. Opening a cabinet, he found a tangled mess of hair, smeared with blood, and a piece of scalp still clinging to it.

Suppressing his disgust, John retrieved a waiter's uniform.

It was a standard restaurant suit.

Unfortunately, it reeked of decay and was stained with large patches of blood!

Wearing it for a day might just make one vomit out their gastric acid. But there was no choice; it had to be worn.

The introduction had made it clear: the restaurant's reputation must be upheld.

After changing into the uniform, John left the sweltering storage room.

There were only three minutes left until the Fierce Ghost Restaurant opened for business.

Returning to the hall's corridor, John saw two people.

They were his classmates, Asher and Jessica. They were also surprised to see John.

"Are all three of us waiters?" John asked.

"Yes, we're all waiters here, tasked with serving the guests," Jessica explained, hugging her shoulders and looking around uneasily.

Asher glanced at John without saying a word and deliberately kept his distance. He felt that this guy, who didn't even know the basic information, would likely die here soon.

Ding ding!

The bell rang, signaling the time had come.

Fierce Ghost Restaurant was officially open for business!

The glass door swung open automatically, and a bone-chilling wind from the pitch-black night outside swept in, causing John to shiver all over.

Outside, the shadows were packed tightly together.

Eerie, unsettling noises lingered around the ears, sending shivers down one's spine.

It was as if something was perched on your shoulder, weeping into your ear...

"The restaurant's business seems booming. Just opened, and it's already full outside," John joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Perhaps John's words were meant to ease the atmosphere, but Asher and Jessica, their nerves stretched tight, didn't respond.

The guests from outside came in and took their seats at the tables.

It seemed, perhaps, not so frightening.

Asher and Jessica both breathed a sigh of relief, albeit internally.

"Vermin, in the way."

A dull voice came from behind; Jessica turned around and almost fainted.

Standing before them was a figure stitched together from pieces, with two heads sewn onto the neck—one with its flesh peeled off, revealing bloody muscle, and the other missing half of its skull, its brain exposed to the air, blood vessels clearly visible.

The three of them quickly stepped aside, their hearts racing.

"Vermin" was their term for humans, implying beings that could be tormented and killed, insignificant creatures.

After that, even more terrifying ghosts entered, one with its stomach hollowed out, intestines hanging out; another with no facial features, just a cock where its mouth should be...

"You have been assigned to serve Table 4. Fulfill the customers' needs, achieve at least an average rating, complete three orders, and you will have completed an F-level task!"

In the instance, task levels are divided into A, B, C, D, E and F.

After completing a task, evaluations range from terrible, dissatisfied, average, satisfied, to very satisfied.

Reaching satisfied or very satisfied yields a random reward.

Terrible or dissatisfied results in punishment.

John noticed Asher and Jessica's distracted expressions, knowing they too had received their tasks.

Asher: "I've been assigned to Table 20."

Jessica: "I got Table 16."

John touched his nose: "I'm at Table 7. Good luck to us all."