Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 314 - 261: The Unfinished Script—I’m Back! _3

Chapter 314: Chapter 261: The Unfinished Script—I’m Back! _3

Gray mushrooms grew from the walls, becoming a delicious treat for the people.

Even several larger rooms had been forcefully taken over by various gangs.

Anyway, sleeping here was somewhat more comfortable than sleeping in the caves.

"Still no luck finding the Crystal Stone. What did this place used to look like? Can you tell me?" Wang Hao sat down, picked up a compressed biscuit, and took a few bites to regain his energy.

He handed the last packet of biscuits to the old beggar.

"When I got here, it was already like this," Lou Ronggen sighed. "A long, long time ago, it was said to be a communication hub. There were many operators working in these little rooms, so the sound insulation is very good here."

"I don’t understand why people back then would set up a communication hub here. But now it’s all abandoned, even the equipment has been destroyed by the homeless."

"I see..." Wang Hao seemed to understand.

Suddenly he saw a homeless person playing with a radio and quickly exchanged it for the price of a bottle of water, getting the beaten-up radio in return.

This contraption looked ancient, but it was exactly the same as the radio in the script "Sheep Intestine Tunnel," with buttons to change the channels.

Of course, the radio was utterly broken, and no matter how much he pressed, it did not emit any sound.

"How many years have you been here?" Wang Hao asked casually.

"More than twenty years," Lou Ronggen said, lowering his head to calculate, and ultimately sighed, "As you get older, you start to forget things. I don’t even know how my wife and children are doing."

"As for what’s happening outside, sometimes I’m too lazy to think about it, living like an ostrich."

"You’ve had it tough. Things will get better. I’m going to sleep now," Wang Hao found the [Sleep] option appearing above his character.

"Please be very careful," Lou Ronggen couldn’t help but clench his fists, his body trembling slightly as he murmured, "Must be careful..."

He turned away, but when he looked back, he found that Wang Hao was already fast asleep.

The last time he saw such a scene was more than twenty years ago.

Mr. Xiang Hao had fallen asleep in exactly the same place. All the details were vividly etched in his memory.

He never woke up after that.

It was a gray and white day; they planned the hardships they would have to endure in the future. The so-called "hope" remained out of reach, and the world’s unpredictability continued to surround humanity.

...

...

[You sleep quietly in this small room.]

[Groggily, when you wake up, you find yourself in a strange place.]

[This might be a Dream or reality; you’re unable to distinguish.]

[But your subconscious tells you this is the core hub of ’Paradise,’ the eighth level underground—"Sheep Intestine Tunnel".]

[Keep moving forward; there’s no turning back now.]

In the confined path, darkness like ink surged in from all directions, and Wang Hao once again returned to the silent and deep Sheep Intestine Tunnel that could only accommodate one person.

"The unfinished script. I... have returned!"

Even though he was somewhat prepared, the scene before him still filled Wang Hao with countless emotions.

Going round and round, walking a circle around the plot, he returned to the starting point.

He felt his clothes, finding a badge at his chest with a string of identity codes [07132344].

He wore a sturdy raincoat, clutched a radio in his arms, and the backpack on his back had something warm and throbbing inside.

"Thump thump," like a heart, with a subtle sense of eeriness.

The light from his miner’s lamp was dim, and Wang Hao turned on the plain radio he carried with him.

A familiar voice came through.

Channel 1: "Hello, dear listeners, who am I? That’s not important... ah, it’s been a long time since I’ve chatted with you all, how have you been lately?"

"Sometimes I wonder, what is the root of human troubles? Could it be because we see too closely and think too much? Human desires are like black holes, never satisfied. Greed makes us unaware; anger makes us lose our minds and harbor malice; ignorance narrows our perspective, leading to a constrained life and wrong views..."

"I regret to inform you that today might be my last day as your host."

"Our radio station is about to close down; today is the day I say goodbye to you all... just casually chatting about some of life’s troubles. (*Static)"

"*is there any listener willing to call and share their troubles? No? (*Static)"

Wang Hao frowned slightly; he still hadn’t figured out what exactly "Channel 1" represented.

Last time he came in, it was just babble, making no sense.

But it probably wasn’t "Moon of Illusion" itself.

"Could it be some kind of benevolent hint?"

But "Channel 1" might have been suppressed by the "Illusion," afraid to tell the truth... let’s assume that for now.

He listened for a while, and it seemed the channel switched briefly, from Channel 1 to Channel 2.

A stern voice said, "Number 07132344, you’ve been lingering in the same spot for five minutes. It’s best not to fiddle with the radio carelessly, Channel 1 has been taken over by an electronic invasion, it’s just the babbling of a madman."

"Complete this mission, and you will have plenty of time to rest and have fun. You could even lie in bed for a month with no issue."

"Got it, you want me to deliver the package to the bottom of the tunnel?" Wang Hao asked, "Could you tell me what’s inside? It keeps throbbing."

"Some living supplies and dangerous chemicals. Follow my command, and the task is actually very easy," the reply from the other end was very firm. "According to regular experience, it will be completed in less than half an hour, move forward, the path ahead will get narrow, and the signal might worsen... you only have to persist a little while... (*Static)"

"(*Electronic Noise) The current standard time is 10:22:19 a.m.; you have been in Sheep Intestine Tunnel for six minutes."

"Don’t be bothered, and don’t be curious. Knowing too much is not a good thing... I’m responsible for your safety."

The contents of Channel 2 still replicated those of "Sheep Intestine Tunnel," mainly advising him to deliver the package directly to the destination and not to cause trouble.

Wang Hao tried to move a few steps, and the radio signal waxed and waned, with constant static.

He took large steps and moved forward.

The "click clack" of his footsteps echoed uncomfortably.

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