Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 206 - 190

Chapter 206: 190

Wang Hao picked up a high heel (left by the woman in red), several leather shoes (left by security guards), a large chunk of metal box debris (left by the Box Monster), and a woodcutting knife (left by the headless corpse).

This journey had yielded so many spoils of war!

Unfortunately, he couldn’t take them back...

He had a faint feeling that "Feng Ling," the character who had traveled here, would encounter even more absurd incidents in the future.

Finally, he left some handwriting on the surface of the elevator paper.

"[The following are some experiences from my successful travel through the Parallel Worlds: ...]"

Mission accomplished.

Gone!

The character passed through the faint "ripples," rejuvenated, stepping from one world into another.

In the moment he left this world, a prompt appeared on the screen: "Congratulations, the main mission is completed!"

"[Mission Completion: 160% (Main mission 100%, severely injured the woman in red 20%, severely injured the Box Monster 20%, severely injured the headless corpse 20%).]"

"[Would you like to upload these results as the final Evaluation for this scenario? (Note: The final Evaluation can only be settled once, and you can only receive one reward.)]"

"Hey? All just severely injured?"

"Snipping off so many security guards’ legs, and there’s no completion reward?"

Wang Hao muttered to himself but didn’t dwell on it too much.

If the endlessly respawning security guards counted towards the completion, that would be a bug; he could farm them forever.

Of course, there’s another explanation: the security guards might not necessarily be "bad"; they could be characters with ambiguous morality.

Clicking on the "[Settle]" button, a line of text popped up: "Mission settling, this may take more time, please wait..."

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...

After Feng Ling left, the dazed security guard started to clean the mess in the elevator.

He swept the various bits of flesh, viscera, and strange fluids into a pile with a broom and then swept it violently outwards.

These messy things, passing through ripple-like ripples, disappeared into the air.

He then gathered up the large pieces of metal debris; it was quite a rare material.

Heaving it outwards once more, these materials also vanished.

After all this, the security guard used a water pen to erase the handwriting that Wang Hao had left, moving back and forth like a robot, continuously marking until most of it was gone and hardly anything could be seen, then he stopped his movements.

All the work was completed...

Under the influence of some mysterious power, the body of the security guard began to tremble wildly, emitting a sharp, piercing scream.

Soon, the elevator emitted a "ding-dong! ding-dong! ding-dong!" alarm sound.

A horrific power was awakening.

But the security guard ignored it all, still emitting a sharp screech from his throat.

Quickly, the "ding-dong! ding-dong!" alarm sound too disappeared, and with a "click" sound, the overhead incandescent light abruptly went out, leaving the elevator in darkness and silence.

A shadow appeared behind him.

The security guard stiffened, veins bulging on his forehead, and his entire body dissolved into a pool of blood, slowly disappearing in the elevator.

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...

The hot summer, the bustling Hong Kong Island.

Feng Ling crossed through the faint spatial ripples, as if piercing through a layer of water, and appeared in the gloomy alleyway.

Looking back, the peculiar elevator behind her had already vanished.

Feng Ling gasped for air and saw a row of dazzlingly white legs walking by her, the girls of this world displaying their lovely figures like they were upholding justice; while the handsome guys stuffed a pair of earphones in their ears and hurried towards their destinations.

"So many people..."

Her pupils dilated as she watched the bustling crowd, cautiously on guard.

With a surreal dreaminess...

She held her breath, observing the unfamiliar world.

In the corner cell phone store, a huge poster was on display, with the words printed largely, "Zhou Jielun’s Latest Album: ’The Greatest Work’."

Faint strains of music wafted over: "Bro in his retro suit, holding a cane, playing a magic tune... you won’t even answer the phone at the other end of the lobster telephone..."

Is this song really that good...

To be the greatest work of this world?

Feng Ling tilted her head, listening for a while, but couldn’t find where the greatness lay.

Wait!

Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy surged through her heart!

Her stiff body began to regain control, the vast will that had taken over her flesh had long since disappeared.

Only the fiery flame in her mind continued to burn, never ceasing.

"I... I’m back to normal," she said.

The heap of items in her hands clanged to the ground.

Feng Ling, overwhelmed with emotion, felt tears and snot almost pouring out.

"Gaia... Gaia, are you still there? That power really helped me!"

"I’ve made it to the Parallel Worlds! I succeeded!"

Gaia gave no response.

In this brand-new world, the familiar consciousness of Gaia did not exist.

Here, everything had to rely on her alone.

A heavy pressure descended on her heart instantly, a mix of all flavors, even the weighty responsibility of saving the world fell on her, a twenty-year-old girl.

"I need to contact the official organizations of this world as soon as possible!"

"But, but... can the humans here really defeat the powerful ’It’?"

Feng Ling had been through a lot; there are no undeserved gains or unfounded malice in the world.

Why would others take a huge risk to save her world?

What interest could persuade an organization to fight against a true "Demon God"?

Nothing!

She had no such bargaining chips.

Then, she abruptly thought of something, her heart stirring slightly.

"These things from the elevator are my important assets, I suppose."

Just beside her, there happened to be a trash bin, filled to the brim with garbage. Steeling herself, she rummaged through the trash and pulled out a snakeskin bag, stuffing all the items from the ground into it: a black hatchet, a large chunk of silver-white metal, a red high-heeled shoe, and a whole bunch of security leather shoes, both left and right feet included.

"Big sister, can you sell me that red high heel and scrap metal?" An old lady collecting scraps walked by, mistaking the pitiful girl for a homeless scavenger, "How much for that high heel shoe? What about the other one? I don’t want it if there’s only one."

Feng Ling didn’t know why she could understand their language but quickly shook her head, "Not selling, not selling..."

She realized she was filthy, disheveled, and because she had rummaged through the trash, emitted a sour, rotten smell – no wonder she was mistaken for a refugee scavenger.

"If you’re not selling, then forget it." The old lady frowned, said something in Mandarin, and then left.