A month ago, Zhang Heng discovered that he had an extra twenty-four hours a day.
The first thing that changed was his watch. It was a Starfish automatic III mechanical watch produced by Tissot in Switzerland. It was a gift from his parents in Iceland for his 18th birthday.
He had placed an order on Taobao, and the seller had delivered the watch to the wrong class.
…
Zhang Heng placed his finger on the keyboard and typed out the first paragraph. His writing skills had now reached Lv.3, and he had already finalized the outline. Everything that happened next was a matter of course.
Just as he finished writing the story that happened in the cafe, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Zhang Heng got up, walked to the living room, and looked out through the peephole.
He saw two figures standing outside the door.
Ed Wilson and Bell Buttrey.
In the corner behind the captain and the explorer stood a shy, short-haired man. Unlike the first time Zhang Heng met him, he was no longer wearing shorts. Perhaps he was here to visit a friend, he was wearing a sweater.
Zhang Heng opened the door. "Welcome."
"We received your letter, saying that you needed our help." Bell laughed. "We rushed over immediately, but I have to say, this place is quite mysterious. I just had a cup of coffee, and when I woke up, I was already at the entrance of the manor."
"Me too." Ed immediately added, "But my experience is even more bizarre. I still remember that I was very sick. I used all my strength to write the last sentence of my life before I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the ground, and there was a pit next to me. It looked like my grave. Then, a man stood in front of me, handed me your letter, and told me that he could send me here. Oh yes, he also gave me a set of clothes."
The man in shorts was as quiet as before. He did not say anything, but after the captain finished, he nodded, indicating that his experience was similar to the captain's.
When the others were done, Bell looked at Zhang Heng again and said, "Okay, let's continue catching up during dinner. First, tell us what you need us to do for you."
"It's very simple. I'm writing a novel, and I need you to help me finish it," Zhang Heng said.
“？ Does this mean that my chicken soup of life can finally go where it belongs? " Hearing this, the Army Captain's eyes lit up. He rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was ready to fight.
Bell and the others stayed at the manor for about a week. With their help, Zhang Heng finished writing the story of his first unit. This unit was based on his experience in the novice quest. Of course, Zhang Heng also added some artistic touches to the story to make it easier to read.
After Bell, Ed, and the man in shorts left, the second wave of visitors knocked on Zhang Heng's door.
Ameko, a Tokyo girl in a short skirt whose canine teeth could be seen when she smiled, and Yosuke Tsuchiya, the owner of the seafood shop in slippers, walked into the living room together.
"Sorry to disturb you, Zhang-sang." Ameko blushed and bowed. "Daddy and I won the Mystery Travel Prize, but we only knew you were here when we got on the plane."
"Kid, was this all your doing? I knew something was wrong with that prize. I'm warning you, don't you dare try anything funny with my daughter!" Yosuke Tsuchiya noticed that Ameko's expression was not quite right, so he quickly corrected himself. "But, if you can beat me in racing again, I can accept it …"
"We'll talk about racing next time. Actually, I have something I need your help with." Zhang Heng bowed as well, returning Ameko's salute.
"What is it? You've helped us before. It would be great if we could help you as well. " Yosuke Tsuchiya was about to put on airs when he heard that Zhang Heng had something to ask of him, but Ameko beat him to it.
"Actually, I've been writing a novel recently, but I ran into some difficulties during the writing process."
"Really? You know how to write?" Ameko exclaimed. "But you said you ran into difficulties? What kind of difficulties? My dad and I don't know how to write, and we don't know if we can really help. "
"Sure, as long as you do as I say," Zhang Heng said.
…
With a 1: 2400 time flow, every minute in the real world felt like an eternity in this dungeon.
Zhang Heng did not use up all the time in the dungeon.
On the 2571st day, he had finished writing.
On the 2460th day, he sent off the last wave of visitors. However, he wasn't alone, because one of the previous visitors chose to stay behind.
It was with that person's company that Zhang Heng finished writing the epilogue.
As he typed the last word on the keyboard, Conseil came to his room again.
"You've finished writing the story?"
Zhang Heng nodded.
"But you know that you can't take anything from the dungeon with you, right? Whether you print it out or write it on paper, you can't take it out of the dungeon. "
Zhang Heng did not say anything, but took out the Edward's USB drive from his pocket.
This F-grade game item was used to make it impossible to track the user's IP address when plugged into a computer. However, many people had neglected its function as a storage device in the USB drive.
Although its quality was very low, only F-grade, it was still a genuine game item.
And any game item could be taken out of the dungeon.
Zhang Heng copied the novel he had just written into the USB drive. 8GB of storage space seemed a little small in this day and age, but fortunately, it was enough to accommodate one novel.
"Sure enough, the answers to seemingly unsolvable problems are often hidden in inconspicuous corners," Conseil exclaimed. "I have no more questions. I just want to remind you one last time to be careful of Kronos. He hopes to use you to conspire against the power of the master of the city under the ice. If he finds out what you're doing, he'll definitely find a way to stop you."
"It doesn't matter. I've found my messenger. She's completely invisible. She's harmless to everyone, and she doesn't have any attack power. No one will notice her, and they won't make things difficult for her. She'll help me finish the rest after I die," Zhang Heng said.
"It seems that you've arranged everything." Conseil glanced at the figure by the window. The latter had been standing there quietly like a floor lamp, unobtrusive. But Conseil knew that if he showed any hostility toward Zhang Heng, even if it was just the slightest, the figure would immediately raise the shotgun at his feet and put a few holes in his head.
"In that case, I have nothing else to say. I'll leave the remaining 329 days of this dungeon to the two of you." Conseil whistled, turned on his heel, and went out, closing the door behind him.
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