Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 233 - 213 My Diary

Chapter 233: Chapter 213 My Diary

"Don’t worry, the ability to feign death might not be very useful in the hospital script."

"Let’s simply try swapping it with the ’Paperman Control’ ability."

"I can control Papermen to explore dangerous places, which might yield more information."

Thinking this, Wang Hao adopted a trial mindset and put the helmet back on.

[The script you have entered is "Incredible Hospital", and your current game points are 10100.]

Having more money brought a sense of security!

The game still started in that same office. After a few minutes, the office director would come over to chat with the dean about building a new skyscraper.

Wang Hao also ran out and chatted for a bit. Suddenly, he asked, "Director, the history of Building 3 is quite long, isn’t it?"

"Yes, that was the tallest building in our city over forty years ago, but it has since been surpassed by many others." The bald director turned his head and said with a smile, "However, the government doesn’t approve the newer skyscrapers anymore. Especially those over 500 meters, they’re basically not built anymore."

This rule was quite similar to the ones on Earth.

There was a time when people thought the taller the building, the more prosperous the city, with various unique and bizarre constructions competing against each other. But in reality, it was merely a psychological factor.

Whether in terms of comfort, ventilation, or fire safety, skyscrapers couldn’t compare with shorter buildings, not to mention the potential issues of foundation sinking... So, they aren’t approved anymore.

After the two characters finished their storyline, Wang Hao picked up a pair of scissors and began cutting paper.

Soon, a vivid paper figure appeared in his hands.

After drawing round eyeballs on it, a line of prompt popped up.

[You have created a Paperman. Quality: Inferior.]

[You can now control the Paperman with spiritual power. The strength of the Paperman depends on the quality of the paper and your spiritual power.]

Wang Hao tested it a bit, finding that this method of control, like having a tiny avatar, wasn’t too complex.

Under the influence of spiritual power, the Paperman staggered to its feet. A breeze blew, and the Paperman floated through the air, losing control.

"A regular A4 sheet consumes about 0.1 points of spiritual power per second. With my 5000 points of spiritual power, I can last over 10 hours—absolutely enough."

However, once the Paperman got soaked or blown away, it became uncontrollable...

"I need to reinforce it a bit."

Wang Hao found some wire and added a few oil papers, then made a new Paperman.

Many things in the game were simplified. After about 15 minutes, a new oil paper Paperman with wire as its skeleton was ready.

Whether it was through door cracks or vents, it could squeeze through, ensuring plenty of flexibility.

"The consumption of spiritual power has increased to 0.5 per second. I should be able to handle it."

In fact, this ability was quite useful. With a sufficiently powerful Paperman, it could completely serve as a means of resisting the bizarre...

Of course, such a "powerful" Paperman would require a large amount of rare materials and various research support, and achieving the kind from Paradise Village might require many trials.

The Paperman’s vision was naturally not as good as a human’s—black and white images and some pixelation.

"It looks like a robot..."

Holding this Paperman, he first rummaged through the archives room, searching for materials related to Building 3.

[Do not remove the materials from the archive room at random.]

Only this label was posted on the wall.

After searching for a long time, all the materials related to Building 3 had been destroyed by someone.

Wang Hao wasn’t disheartened and searched again.

This time, in a hidden drawer, he found a dusty notebook.

"What is this... a diary? I didn’t find this thing during the last reincarnation."

He gently opened the diary, as if a force called "history" emerged from the notebook.

[You discovered an important clue, "my" diary.]

"June 20th, clear weather."

"I am the Archives Director of this hospital, and I have worked here diligently for many, many years."

"My name is Zhou Jieran, but I always find it strange... Looking at myself in the mirror, I often wonder, am I really called Zhou Haoran?"

"Memory reminds me that I have been working at this hospital for twenty years."

"And last week, I measured my bone age, and I am only twenty-four years old. Did I start working here at the age of four? Although the bone age data might not be very precise, it’s strange for me, in my forties, to have the bone age of a twenty-four-year-old. Could it be that I have a rare talent that prevents aging?"

"Today, within the hospital, I saw a patient who seemed older beyond his years; although he is just a teenager, he looked almost thirty or forty."

"I thought of myself, could I be the same? I thought of some possibilities, and I was very frightened, but I can’t record more now."

(A lot of lines are crossed out, the writer may have realized something and directly erased these contents.)

So my name is Zhou Haoran?

Wang Hao’s eyebrows twitched as he looked at his name tag; indeed, it said "Zhou Haoran."

"June 21st, clear weather."

"I discovered that our hospital has no surveillance, and the specific photos involving people are also unclear. It isn’t really strange... Our world, how should I say it, sometimes not knowing is a blessing. We cautiously follow the known rules, and before you know it, twenty or thirty years have passed?"

"I could not possibly get married and have children, although children might be safe, being born into such a world is undoubtedly a torment. (A large amount of text is crossed out) I am a person who likes ancient poetry, I seem to have thought about becoming a historian?"

A bunch of nonsensical descriptions about life and sentiments, this guy seems to be under extreme psychological pressure, incessantly muttering in the diary.

Wang Hao was also a bit confused.

In theory, this "Avatar" should not have its own thoughts and motions and should not be capable of carrying such a complex personal background, let alone writing a diary.

Could the owner of this diary be someone else?

"I am the Archives Director, and also a successor... Some mysterious force has placed me in this job position? The owner of this diary, couldn’t possibly... be dead, right?"

Wang Hao’s expression became rather gloomy; with the digging of clues, this Qingtian Hospital was becoming more and more eerie.

"June 22nd, clear weather."

"While organizing files, I observed that hospital staff have almost no turnover; everyone arrives at work on time, leaves on time, and hardly anyone takes leave. It’s a miraculous thing; everyone praises the work atmosphere in the hospital, enthusiastically working, saving lives and aiding the injured, curing patients is our conduct guideline."

"There is increasing praise from the outside world."

"But I thought of a dreadful possibility... This hidden truth is too terrifying."

"The past rules may be wrong, no, I must seek the truth. Even if there’s a possibility of dying... (A lot of black scribbling)"

The diary skipped two days.

But the next entry made Wang Hao’s heart pound, his whole body broke into a sweat, and he got goosebumps.

"June 25th, clear weather."

"I spent the last two days in terror, and I am prepared to kill myself."

The text below was written with a red marker.

"My name is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, in pursuit of the truth, I am prepared to kill myself! I am not doing it out of despair, but to pursue the truth!"

"Please note, I have absolute determination and perseverance to complete this action!"

"I am about to inject a dose of cyanide capable of killing ten thousand elephants, survival is impossible, within one second, I will die! Please be sure to believe, I will kill myself!"

"My name is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, height 1.72 meters, with a mature appearance!"

"My name is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, height 1.72 meters, with a mature appearance!!!"