Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 565 - 280 The Black Room

Chapter 565: Chapter 280 The Black Room

Meanwhile, Lin Wu was in a state of frenzy.

After his death, Lin Wu found himself in a tiny dark room, a room only 10 square meters in size. The entire space was made of concrete, with just one streak of light shining into the dark room from a height of four meters. The only thing in the room was a cushion to sit on.

How could this be?

Lin Wu had imagined a thousand different scenarios for his afterlife treatment, but he had never envisioned being confined to a dark cubicle, especially the most rudimentary one. No entertainment, no seaside villas, no luxury cars and beauties, no ice cream steaks, just a dark room, indistinguishable from a prison cell. No, it was even worse than a prison solitary confinement cell.

Lin Wu immediately lodged a complaint, "Why am I receiving the tiny dark room treatment?"

Little White Rabbit seemed to check and then replied, "Yes, this is the treatment."

Lin Wu, frustrated to the point of laughter, asked, "Yes? Yes? Haha, yes?"

Little White Rabbit nodded, "Yes, the data is correct."

Damn! Lin Wu was speechless for a moment. If the data was correct, did that mean he was wrong? Dawn surely wasn’t joking, so was it punishing him deliberately for his repeated complaints? No, that would violate the fundamental operating principles of Dawn; he wasn’t valuable enough to be sabotaged like that.

"This, this..." Lin Wu was at a loss for words for a long time. "This can’t be possible. I’ve lived for such a long time; I’ve achieved multiple first kills, and I’ve killed so many zombies in the city defense battles. It’s absolutely impossible that I’m meant for the tiny dark room treatment."

Little White Rabbit earnestly replied, "Sir, there is no mistake, the data is correct."

Lin Wu said, "You calculate it for me, I want to know where my points were deducted."

Little White Rabbit said, "I can’t disclose the game mechanics to you." Points had always been a hidden attribute.

Lin Wu asked, "Is it complaints that deduct points? Does each complaint deduct a certain number of points?"

Little White Rabbit answered, "Complaining is a player’s right, it doesn’t deduct points."

Lin Wu asked again, "Then is it because I lived too long?"

Little White Rabbit replied, "The longer you survive, the higher your points." This was a publicly explained bonus item.

Lin Wu asked, "Is it because my score is too high that I’m living in a tiny dark room now?"

Little White Rabbit answered, "This is part of the game mechanics that players need to figure out on their own."

"No, it’s impossible. I’ve asked many people, and everyone says that the higher the score, the better the living conditions." Lin Wu paced back and forth, trying to figure it out: "There must be some mistake."

Little White Rabbit said, "Sir, I am certain that all data is normal, and there are no mistakes."

Lin Wu asked, "What is my score?"

Little White Rabbit replied, "Everyone’s score is a hidden value."

Lin Wu said, "Just tell me if it’s high or low."

Little White Rabbit replied, "In Homeland, the game doesn’t count negative points, so anything above zero is high."

After much thought and finding no answers, Lin Wu picked up the cushion to examine the floor beneath, but there was no secret compartment. Holding the cushion he asked, "Are you sure this is the only cushion I have?"

Little White Rabbit replied, "Yes."

Lin Wu refused to accept it, "There must be a mistake."

Little White Rabbit said, "Sir, let me answer you seriously again, the data is not wrong. I know the environment here is very poor, but I hope you can accept reality."

"I can’t accept it," Lin Wu paced back and forth like a bull in an arena, constantly glancing at Little White Rabbit. "How can I accept this? Who could accept this?"

Little White Rabbit tried to persuade, "Escaping won’t do any good."

Lin Wu angrily pointed, "You can f*ck off."

"Goodbye."

Watching Little White Rabbit disappear, Lin Wu collapsed to the ground, utterly bemused. How could anyone understand the transition from wealthy tycoon to penniless beggar in an instant? The irony was that he always thought of himself as rich, and so did everyone else, never realizing he was only suited for a tiny dark room.

What’s the point of playing anymore? What was the value of all his efforts over the year?

The blow wasn’t enough to destroy Lin Wu, but he exhibited anger and restlessness like never before. He didn’t understand; he was confused and furious. He remembered the instructions from Dawn at the start of the game, announcing directly to players that the longer you live, the higher your score.

He had lived a very long time, and the only reason he could be doomed to the tiny dark room was if too many points had been deducted.

Lin Wu ran his fingers through his hair, one hand on his hip, looking at the light source hole in thought. Could it be the slaughtering of NPCs? There weren’t many NPCs in the game to begin with, and he had killed at least half of those he encountered. Or was it the killing of wild animals? But he was a Hunter; if not killing animals, was it killing people?

Was it a deduction for poor morals? That seemed unlikely; he knew his moral values weren’t particularly high, but they certainly weren’t low enough to warrant being squashed into a tiny black box.

What was he to do? His first thought after death was to return and boast about how big his villa was, about its beautiful scenery, about the 10 female housekeepers, 20 female nannies, 30 female chefs, 40 female bodyguards, being carried out the door without his feet touching the ground, even having someone to wipe his ass when he went to the toilet.

And now, confined to a tiny dark room with just a single cushion and not even a simple stool.

By now, Lin Wu was still unaware that Maya had died. He first thanked the Shaman Amulet that Maya had given him, secondly began to suspect Maya was a spy for Dawn, whose mission was to sabotage him. But because his charm was so immense, even if Dawn had ordered her to take his life, Maya still presented him with an Amulet.

After anger and despair came calm. What will be, will be. Lin Wu sat down and checked his backpack. He had only two sets of personal reserve clothes left: one set of simple white clothes made by Shana, and one set of lucky clothes he got from Cotton. What about the winter gear? How could he possibly carry that in summer?