It can't be a fake drug, right?
The breeze blows, the bright sunlight shines through the windows, and the noise of modern society comes to your ears, and everything is familiar after a short and magical experience...
"I'm back..."
Colin glanced down at himself.
The clothes are neat, the fatigue is gone, and the state before entering the other world is restored.
The legs are back to being weak and weak...
And on his knees, covered with a yellowish-looking piece of parchment—
[Next advent countdown: 167 hours 58 minutes 44 seconds.] ]
"It's seven days again, and then it's going to be seven days over there, seven days there, seven days here, huh, isn't it..."
Colin saw the electronic clock on the wall next to him—
It's Monday, three o'clock in the afternoon.
He clearly remembered that it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon before he entered, which meant that only three hours had passed.
But he stayed in that world for more than ten hours!
"Could it be that time doesn't flow at the same rate?"
Colin didn't understand this kind of thing, but he couldn't accept it.
That's when lines of font began to appear on the paper.
[In this incident, your rating is: A-.] ]
You completed the event with flying colors. ]
[The following is the settlement you received after the mission of this event - "Campfire Points*2100", "Random Item Draw Volume*1", "F-Rank Genetic Compensator", "Silver Clearance Voucher*2.] ]
[All items have been transferred to the "storage room", please check. ]
"Transfer to the storage room, what's the storage room?"
Collin's brow furrowed...
At this point, the task completion on the parchment scroll disappears, and new handwriting emerges.
[Congratulations on becoming a bonfire employee, and will open the F-level company authority for you, please wait...]
When this line of information appeared, one eye was sketched out on the parchment, staring straight at him.
In the eye contact, Colin felt that this eye pattern became more and more real.
It's as if there's really an eye on you through the paper.
Inexplicably, Colin felt an indescribable sense of shame... It feels like it's been seen inside and out.
I even saw what kind of art type I liked.
What's this?
How do you feel innocent...
Colin thought about it, and found that the stick figure had finally disappeared after staring at it for twenty or thirty seconds.
I breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart.
It's not very comfortable to be seen through.
At this moment, on the parchment, a figure data map emerged.
[Curriculum Vitae]
Internal Name: Unnamed (can be reset once).
Title: None.
Permissions: F-
Status: "ALS (early)", "Chronic myocarditis (early)"...
Personal Experience: "Complete an Advent mission and receive an A-Evaluation".
Requirements for the next round of authority promotion –
Requirement 1: Reach the permission level of F.
Requirement 2: Three injections of "F-level genetic compensation solution", and the number of injections (0/3) has been carried out so far.
Requirement 3: After completing requirements 1 and 2, apply for the E-level permission trial (three silver mission vouchers are required to open the E-level permission promotion trial for the first time).
...
"What? When did I get more myocarditis?"
Colin looked at his resume with a confused expression, he knew he had ALS, but he really didn't know that he had myocarditis...
Forget it, it's not a big problem.
Compared to "ALS", it is a younger brother.
After reading it, it intimately fades away on its own and becomes a [resume] option.
Not only that, but next to this option, there are some other functional options.
[Storage], [Workshop], [Interactive Lobby], [Taskbar], ...
"This is what is called 'F-class clearance'?"
Colin reached out and clicked on the [storage room], only to find that his hand reached into a separate space.
An inspiration sprung up –
It is a carry-on independent space of about 100 liters.
He was able to access the contents through the parchment.
To Colin's surprise, in addition to the normal task reward, he also saw a familiar revolver lying in it.
When the attention turns to the top...
Information related to it surfaced on parchment.
[Revolver: Retrograde (Severely damaged, unusable): It costs 337 points to repair to the minimum usable state. ]
"Is this the former colleague's equipment? Did the campfire company leave me as a trophy?
Colin reluctantly accepted these.
However, when he was not sure whether the repair would be a loss or a gain, he did not rush to repair it, but turned his attention to the "F-grade genetic compensation solution" that he was most concerned about.
["F-Class Genetic Compensation Solution": A special medicine provided by the Campfire Company for F-class employees, which can comprehensively strengthen the body's functions after taking it, and can be injected up to three bottles per person (can cure or alleviate various currently known genetic defect symptoms). ]
"I knew it was what I wanted. "
Colin took it out, and when he held it in his hand, it looked unremarkable, a clear test tube with a stopper, and the tube contained a black, viscous liquid.
Without hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
Well, it's a faint salty taste, nothing special, it feels like I've drunk a little... Saline?
Colin closed his eyes, trying to feel the changes in his body.
Outcome...
Nothing seems to have changed.
It can't be a fake drug, right?
Just when Colin was thinking this, he suddenly found that his legs seemed to be able to move.
Colin was stunned for a moment, looked at his legs incredulously, then tried to move his toes and stretched his legs...
"Finally ..."
Colin was emotional.
It's been a year!
It's been a whole year!
He finally saw hope.
Colin inexplicably felt like crying.
Weakness and paralysis of both legs bring more than just being in a wheelchair...
The gaze of others, some unspeakable incontinence in physiology, constantly destroys a person's dignity.
Now, everything is fine.
Although it was only relief and he couldn't stand up, Colin knew that as long as he didn't die, everything could be restored.
It took him a moment to calm down, and he sat back in his wheelchair, his fingertips sliding over the parchment, and looking at other things.
["Silver Quest Voucher": It cannot be transferred or traded, it is a prop that proves that you have completed the task, and is generally used to purchase special items and career promotions. ]
A one-inch silver round coin with a metallic sheen that resembles a gambling stack.
"It's also something very important. "
Colin shook his head, his attention shifted, and he looked at something else.
A scroll about the length of chopsticks.
["Random Item Draw Ticket": You can randomly get an item with a special function made in-house. ]
[Do you want to use it?]
"Well, this is not in a hurry, you have to make good preparations, take a shower first, and go to the mildew... It's now, a single draw miracle!"
Colin took advantage of its inattention and used it directly, in a vain attempt to draw a powerful prop.
Then, he was suddenly stunned...
There was a flicker on the retina, and wisps of pale golden light appeared.
What a big deal!
Line after line of golden lettering, one by one, emerges from the retina.