Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 669 Lend Me Your Wife

"It's really pathetic, my friend. You're like someone staring at an electronic screen, constantly picking at the things you remember, only to find out that it's not a screen, but a mirror."

"She is just a product created based on the memory in the mirror, but you took her as real and thought that she was not as perfect as she was in the mirror."

Wu was ridiculed mercilessly after his death.

Watching the other person's changing expressions was like watching a captivating play.

How much time do you have left?

When Zhou Ping spoke amidst such sarcasm, his voice gradually became calmer.

This wasn't because he had calmed down, but rather a feeling of powerlessness that came after the anger had subsided.

Upon hearing this question, the wife spoke up:

"The current remaining maintenance allowance can support the product to continue operating for another two years. If you experience greater emotional fluctuations or actively request adjustments to the product features during this period, the maintenance fee will increase accordingly."

The response was still cold and mechanical.

Zhou Ping, still seemingly unwilling, asked, "Is that enough to make her genuinely curse me one more time? Curse me for not answering that last phone call, curse me for only caring about going to work and accumulating wish points, curse me for not taking good care of her."

In response, the wife simply stated, "If you request services beyond customization and personalization, you will need to pay a certain handling fee and service fee..."

"Enough!" Zhou Ping slammed his fist against the wall, ignoring the pain as his knuckles bled.

He snatched the fruit knife from Wu Wang's hand and stabbed it into his wife's arm.

In an instant, the skin was torn open and blood flowed freely.

Looking at his wife, who could be injured and bleed just like him, and whose wounds showed no signs of technology, he realized that she was indeed a human being.

The only difference was that there wasn't a trace of pain on her face; even when the fruit knife pierced her skin, her brows didn't furrow at all.

"If she's fake, then are you real? Are you even human? Do you have emotions?! Answer me!" Zhou Ping roared, on the verge of a breakdown.

He preferred to accept that it was another employee in the factory who had undergone plastic surgery to change his appearance and then imitated his wife's appearance based on his own memories; those so-called flaws were just performance mistakes.

At least this way, I've been interacting with a human being for the past two years.

Instead of placing all our emotions on a cold, soulless machine.

However, the truth is—

"I am a custom-made product assigned to you by the Desire Factory, representing the return of the deceased."

This mechanical response, devoid of any human characteristics, plunged Zhou Ping into utter despair.

He collapsed to the ground.

“You are a product of the factory, but she…” Zhou Ping weakly raised his hand, tears welling in his eyes as he trembled, “She’s mine, give her back to me…”

This guy is on the verge of collapse.

Wu Wang shrugged and said a few words.

He has to try another one.

"Alright, your story has touched me."

"Now, ma'am, please shut yourself down, whether you call it standby mode or program interruption."

"In short, my terms of service don't say that you can't turn off the product during the appeasement process. I think turning it off now will help with the appeasement. Can you do that?"

These last few words were clearly spoken to his wife.

Wu Wang wanted to see if he, as the appeasement specialist, had any authority to issue orders regarding the products that were the subject of complaints.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, the other person slowly turned to face him, and his already empty and lifeless eyes gradually closed, clearly carrying out the order he had just received.

However, surprisingly, just as his wife's eyes were about to close completely, she uttered a faint sound that might not even be heard if one wasn't very close—

"Ping...where are you...I'm scared..."

These words made Wu Wang narrow his eyes.

This is not something a product should say; rather, this statement should come from Zhou Ping's real wife.

Wu Wang then immediately understood. That made sense. This product was almost identical to the one in his memory, and even his closest lover could only tell something was wrong based on feeling.

She couldn't be created from Zhou Ping's memories alone; it would most likely require his wife's own memories as well.

This is probably what was present when the wife's memories were accessed.

But these words also made Zhou Ping's body, which was lying on the ground, tremble violently, like a clothesline that had been blown by the wind for too long, and tears finally welled up in his eyes.

His mouth was open but no sound came out; that silent despair was enough to devour an adult who could withstand the weight of life.

That sentence wasn't in the contract.

It is not included in any of the product specifications.

The factory used it as the shutdown screen on its products, meaning that his wife's last moments of fear had been stored in a database, tagged, and sealed away two years ago...

Like a free screensaver that you can turn on and off at will.

Wu Wang squatted down and patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder, saying calmly, "The factory may be fake, and the products may be fake too, but her love for you is real. Until the very end, all she could think about was you."

"What you should do is live well with her love, instead of spending the rest of your life paying off a debt that has no end in sight."

Zhou Ping slowly raised his head.

The initial disgust for Wu Wang was gone from his eyes; only the undisguised emptiness characteristic of someone who had just been told the truth remained.

"So what I owe isn't a debt, but the last bit of fear my wife left behind."

"And they use that to make money."

"What...should I do?"

What Zhou Ping really meant in his last words was—what else could he do?

He knew very well what a massive organization the Desire Factory was, one that he, a mere employee, could not possibly contend with.

Even though I am now filled with anger and hostility towards the factory's practices, all I can do is make ridiculous complaints.

The only option is to complain to the factory?!

Hahaha! What a ridiculous act of resistance!

"Hmm... how do I do it?"

Wu Wang pondered for a few seconds, then pointed to his wife, whose phone was completely switched off and silent, and grinned, saying, "Would you be willing to lend her to me?"

Zhou Ping stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

His smile tore his face in two, one half mocking, the other half relieved.

He could sense that this sharp-tongued guy, whose words were always cutting, was different from employees like himself. The other guy had a kind of relaxed and carefree attitude that wasn't bound by desires.

Most importantly, the other party's approach does not conform to the processes of the Desire Factory.

From the moment he walked in, nothing he said or did was appropriate; it seemed more like he simply wanted to do it. "You made a special trip, berated me until I broke down, just to steal my wife?" Zhou Ping asked sarcastically.

In response, Wu Wang simply raised an eyebrow and said, "I told you, it's a loan, not a theft. In exchange, I'll give you something else—for example, where her remaining memories are, or how to destroy this black-hearted factory."

"Of course, the premise is that you have to go back to work for the time being, at least until you know the truth, right? At that time, it's up to you whether you leave or commit suicide."

"How about it? Is that fair enough?"

Wu Wang stood up and extended his hand to the other person.

Even though his smile still looked smug and infuriating, and his brows were filled with a frivolous disregard for everything, it seemed to give Zhou Ping, who was lying on the ground, a glimmer of hope.

The things the other party described were things I wouldn't even dare to imagine. Anyone who would dare to do such a thing must be a demon, right?

Since I have nothing left to lose, why not take a gamble?

So what if it's a deal with the devil?

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and reached out as if he were about to drown at the bottom of the sea, tightly gripping Wu Wang's hand and pulling himself up.

"Okay! I will live to see that day!"

At the same time, the electronic bracelet on Wu Wang's wrist trembled slightly, displaying a task completion notification that the emotional rating of the person being comforted had recovered to a working state.

He just didn't give it a second glance.

He lifted his wife up effortlessly and carried her outside.

As Wu Wang reached the door, Zhou Ping suddenly asked, "Are all the things you said true?"

He still wanted to confirm it again.

Even if it's just a psychological comfort for someone who can't do anything else, that's fine too.

Wu Wang simply raised an eyebrow and said, "Ninety percent of it is true. The remaining ten percent is something I made up on the spot to make you break down, but the general direction is correct."

"Which ten percent?" Zhou Ping was taken aback.

Wu Wang gradually wiped the smile off his face and said, "It's not true that you're just looking in the mirror."

“You’re not in pain because the fake isn’t real enough. You’re in pain because you know it’s created from real memories, but you can’t accept that she didn’t hate you enough after she came back.”

"Why was she so gentle? She should hate you. You missed her last phone call. When she died, you were still working overtime, trying to accumulate wish points to buy something. After she died, you wanted to make up for everything, but it was too late."

"You're not looking in a mirror..."

Wu Wang opened the door with one hand, and the warm yellow light in the corridor made his profile look exceptionally sharp.

"You're just waiting for her to forgive you, and what the factory values ​​is this waiting and guilt, which will make you willing to give everything for it."

Click—

Wu Wang went out and closed the door.

The carpet in the hallway absorbed the sound of his footsteps, as well as the muffled groan that seemed to be torn from his chest, coming from the room.

Just as Wu Wang outside was about to walk towards the elevator to return to the previous training hall, or ask other employees how to get his own room,

A faint sound came from the side.

Click—

The door to the next room was closed.

It seems that the neighbor just happened to return to the room when Wu Wang came out, and there's nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

But when Wu Wang looked at the door next door and saw a candy on the carpet in front of his own door that looked like it had fallen off his clothes in a hurry, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He knew it was absolutely impossible for it to be such a coincidence.

the reason is simple--

It's working hours now!

Apart from employees like Zhou Ping who have problems and are still inside, how could other normal employees possibly come back?

As long as they can earn more wish points, they'd love to work overtime until they practically live at their desks!

In other words, the person who entered the next room was not a neighbor who lived here; they simply hid in the next room because they realized they were about to open the door and were afraid of being discovered.

As for how the other party, who wasn't the owner of the house, opened the door, Wu Wang was too lazy to think about it in detail for the time being, and it wasn't important.

The important thing is that someone is following you.

The other person had been eavesdropping on her and Zhou Ping's conversation at the door, and this candy was something she dropped while eavesdropping.

Wu Wang bent down to pick up the candy, turned around and walked briskly toward the elevator, seemingly in no hurry to kick open the door of the next room and drag out the eavesdropper to beat him up.

Just as his figure gradually faded into the distance and disappeared down the corridor of this floor.

The door to the next room was only slightly ajar.

The bespectacled girl peeked out and looked in the direction Wu Wang had left, a playful glint in her eyes.

This guy is definitely different from everyone else.

But that shouldn't be the reason why he was targeted by the factory as soon as he entered the instance, and even offered 1000 wish points. There must be more secrets behind him.

I need to observe more...

At this moment, Wu Wang, who had arrived at the elevator door, felt his electronic bracelet vibrate again, displaying—

[50 Wish Points have been credited to your account]

[Abnormal behavior pattern rating; added to key monitoring list]

Then the projection of the woman with the bracelet reappeared, speaking earnestly in a voice that only Wu Wang could hear:

[Employee #00000, you have completed the first desire task. Task evaluation: Abnormal.]

[You consumed 50 Personal Wish Points during the mission to purchase memory experiences unrelated to the mission.]

According to Article 3, Section 2, Subsection 6 of the company's "Wish Point Usage Guidelines," your behavior has triggered a "Wish Point Irrational Spending Warning." Please replenish your Wish Points to over 100 within 24 hours; otherwise, you will be placed on the "Inefficient Asset Watchlist."

“Abnormal? Inefficient?” Wu Wang repeated the two words in a sarcastic tone, saying, “You black-hearted factory live by cannibalizing people, and then you say that my spending money to buy an unrelated memory experience is abnormal and inefficient. I sincerely admire your godlike ability to close the loop of logic.”

The bracelet did not respond.

The other party doesn't respond to that kind of talk.

It only speaks when it needs to read out the terms, just like any authority that resolves problems—it's there when it needs to inform you, but it goes deaf when you ask questions.

Wu Wang glanced at the lifelike merchandise on his shoulder, which showed no signs of movement, and said:

"Your husband owes this shady factory thousands of points because of you, and the debt will likely only keep growing. He may never be able to pay it off in this lifetime. But the memories he has of you are only worth 50 wish points. If you're alive, you'll have to sue this shady factory into bankruptcy."

Ding Dong!

The elevator arrived at the floor and the doors opened.

Before entering the elevator, Wu Wang casually unwrapped the candy he had just picked up and popped it into his mouth. There was a line of small print printed on the candy wrapper.

【Every bite is a taste of happiness and contentment – ​​Desire Factory Food Division】

This candy is orange flavored...

It was both sour and astringent... (End of Chapter)