Chapter 95: Cruel Reality (1/2)

Chapter 95: Cruel Reality

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Carefully sticking the two thin camouflaging membranes on the surfaces of the mysterious card, it become nothing more than an ordinary three-star power card. To confuse people, Chen Mu also specifically put a number of three-star power cards into his card wallet. It would be hard to tell which was the real and which was the fake. Using himself as the precedent example, Chen Mu had been rather successful with faking. If you didn't look very closely, it would be very difficult to pick out the mysterious card from among all the three-star power cards.

Having finished, Chen Mu breathed a little more easily. He didn't go right away to get his commissions, but instead immediately conducted a close self-examination. For the last week, there hadn't been another situation like the one on the shuttle train. That green filament as fine as a hair had disappeared without any trace, and his body looked completely normal.

Still, Chen Mu really wanted to cut open his arm and draw out that green thread. That was the only solution he could come up with, except that the green thread had suddenly hidden itself, and he was helpless without any sign of it.

He filled with anxiety. That sudden pain out of nowhere had nearly cut him down. He shuddered to think that it could return at any time.

Enough. Don't think about it.

Chen Mu quickly straightened up his attitude, as he'd been wondering about that for a long time. And when he finally did have to face it, he had found that he wasn't so frightened as he imagined he would be.

From many aspects, he had long grown used to a life full of things he couldn't do anything about and facing things he didn't know how to navigate.

He put those issues to the back of his mind, since if he couldn't do anything about them, then what good would it do to think about them?

He put all his thought into how to get his freedom. He thought back on that time when Ning Dong had brought up the two hundred cards – with some kind of hidden implication to what he was saying – and he immediately understood that those two hundred cards weren't going to be a simple matter.

He was very sober about his own strength; he could only restore three-star cards, and not many kinds of those. He was afraid that three-star would be considered low level with the kind of purchasing power the Ning family had.

It was lucky that he didn't need contribution points to eat or live. Chen Mu felt fortunate that whatever happened he wouldn't starve to death.

He only saw a few people around when he walked into the commissioning hall. Those were all over forty, and he even saw white haired grey old men. Still, those elders were ruddy with strong voices and imposing spirits, all looking very healthy. They all seemed familiar with one another, as they chatted in low voices in two or three groups.

For something called a great hall, it wasn't very big, far smaller than the huge great hall in the low grade fantasy card club. It looked more like a small-scale coffee shop enclosed by glass walls, and with orange chairs neatly arranged, having self-serve beverages to the side.

Now that he thought about it, Chen Mu had never been to such a high-class place and he was really interested to look around. The old guys sitting around chatting gave Chen Mu a look and went back to talking among themselves.

According to those details that he'd read, Chen Mu had found the place where he would get his commissions. A pretty girl with short hair and big eyes received him with an enchanting smile. ”Hello, may I ask what you require?”

”I'd like to get some commissions.” Chen Mu said.

”Could I please see your room card?” the pretty girl said very politely.

Chen Mu pulled out his room card, which was to be his voucher there. On the light-yellow card was the serial number 2008825. The pretty girl skillfully slid his room card into the apparatus in front of her.

A translucent screen popped up in front of her with a snap.

As she looked it over, an odd look came over the pretty girl's face. She said to Chen Mu, ”You have a special classification, and you won't be participating in the professional rating evaluations. You can accept any level of commission, but . . .” She lifted he head to look at Chen Mu, and said sympathetically, ”every time you accept a commission, if you don't complete it, not only don't you get any compensation, but half of the commission's compensation will be deducted from your contribution points.”

It seemed as though it was the first time that the pretty girl had run into that kind of situation, as she looked surprised when Chen Mu caught her gaze.

Chen Mu was stunned, not having thought that he would enjoy such treatment. After his surprise subsided, he was as calm as always. In that kind of situation, most people would be angry or indignant, complaining about how unfair it was. But not Chen Mu. He was very clear from the beginning that there wasn't any room for choice. Under those circumstances, so-called fairness was just laughable.

He nodded to show that he understood, and warmly said to the pretty miss, ”What do you have in the way of repair commissions?”

She was taken aback by Chen Mu's calm, and couldn't respond in her daze, until she put her head down flustered, and fumbled with her apparatus.

Chen Mu's gaze fell onto this apparatus, which must have been a kind of card appliance. It had rows of buttons on it, and the young woman was operating it by pressing on them. There was a row of slots next to the keys, with his room card in the middle one.