Heading to Hell

In this solemn atmosphere, the curtain suddenly "clicked", and a fat middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, slicked back hair and square face rushed into the tent. He threw his blue jacket to his entourage, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked straight to the monitoring screen.

"How many scouts have arrived?" He asked as he walked. Although he was very imposing, his voice sounded like kidney deficiency.

"Two." The woman with a plaster cast replied.

"?" The man immediately looked back fiercely, and after confirming the woman and her plaster, he couldn't help but frowned, "Aren't you forbidden to enter the secret realm? Why are you making trouble here!"

"Patrol, passing by." The woman pointed to the agency badge on the left chest of the windbreaker, and then pointed to the man in sunglasses beside her, "Nakata Hideo is also on the list of rescue scouts. He will go to rescue the female high school student at your command."

"Yes!" The radiant man in sunglasses nodded excitedly.

Next to him, a blond, blue-eyed, serious-looking female clerk hurried forward to explain: "Don't worry, Director Zhou, he will also save the male high school student."

"Is this what I am worried about?" The man pointed at the three people back and forth, and cursed with a look of pity and anger, "You stay on standby! Especially during the day, keep your mouth shut, don't say anything, especially don't go out to talk to the media!"

"Can't you just report that you are safe?"

"Do you think it's a spring outing?"

"Isn't it? I have a son who I can't wait to arrange for him to come once."

"Thank God! Thank you on behalf of your non-existent quantum son!"

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, the monitoring screen in front finally lit up, and a series of data and waveforms appeared.

The technician in front of the screen glanced at it quickly, then turned around and shook his head stiffly: "It's hopeless, Director Zhou, Nakata can't get in."

"Is it full now?" The man's thick eyebrows tightened again, and he stepped forward quickly.

"Almost full." The technician made way and pointed to the screen to report, "The scale of this secret realm is too small, the upper limit is very low, and there are too many encounters... Under the current situation, at most one more non-role zero-level pioneer can enter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a hoarse male voice from the corner.

"I'm waiting."

Looking in the direction of the voice, the man holding the baseball bat raised his hat, revealing a face full of wrinkled dry skin and a mouthful of rotten teeth.

He smiled and shook the bat and said: "Director Zhou Cheng, a master of this strength can be done with one treasure."

Zhou Cheng seemed to have smelled his bad breath, but still endured the nausea and asked: "Are you sure?"

"When you asked this question, the pioneers have been cleared." The man in the hat put his hat back on.

The technician then reported: "This is a characterless, level 0 free vanguard who meets the entry conditions. Although the strength test is only 18, considering his treasure, the AI ​​gives a 67% success rate for cleaning."

"67%? That's too low." Zhou Cheng rubbed his cheek and asked, "What if it fails? I mean a complete failure, the kind of failure that turns you into a monster."

"Then no one can enter, and you can only wait for the secret realm to expand naturally."

Zhou Cheng shook his head on the spot: "Is there any option with a higher success rate?"

"It is expected that the next vanguard who meets the conditions will be in place in 16 minutes, and his success rate is 84%, but you also know that every second you wait may kill someone." The technician pointed at the screen and said, "Since this secret realm is very small, the radiation we collect can accurately detect the number of survivors. Do you see this 46? It may become 45 or even 0 at any time."

"How many minutes does the AI ​​estimate that there will be casualties?"

"This is a rule-based secret realm, and it cannot be estimated."

"Then where did the 84% just now come from?"

"That is the success rate of violently destroying the Overlord, not the success rate of completing the secret realm goal."

"...Then wait, use 16 minutes for a 17% success rate." Zhou Cheng turned to the man in the hat and said, "You go to the entrance and wait, and enter again if there is an emergency."

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"...Your agency is just that bad." The man in the hat turned his face upside down and walked out with his hat pressed down. "I took a taxi here, remember to reimburse me."

"You!" Zhou Cheng suddenly glared and yelled, "Wear the headset and listen to the command! This is an emergency rescue, a mandatory obligation. If you keep talking nonsense, I will send you to jail."

"..." The man in the hat shuddered, and had to take the headset in a sullen manner, put a cigarette in his mouth and left the tent.

"I have seen a lot of scum like this." Zhou Cheng turned around and cursed, "They just want the reward for killing the master, and they don't care about the life and death of others. If it weren't for the emergency rescue, I wouldn't give this kind of rubbish a chance."

After that, he communicated with the school staff.

In the other corner, the woman with plaster also raised her hand and yawned: "Hideo is too strong, we can't get in..."

"Alas..." The man in sunglasses sighed.

"You dressed in vain." The blonde female clerk comforted her.

"Yes." The man in sunglasses looked down.

Seeing this, the plaster girl sneered again: "You all thought of marrying the high school girl you rescued, right?"

"Especially you, annoying." The man in sunglasses clenched his fist in hatred.

"Ah, the word order is wrong again."

"Damn! The hard-to-kill Dongzhou language!"

"It's still wrong."

"Damn!"

While the three of them were joking, the school also brought out the most reasonable teacher to report.

Faced with the imposing security director Zhou Cheng, the young female psychology teacher was not nervous at all. Her face was full of confidence that this school could not accommodate her at all. She talked to Zhou Cheng on the spot:

"The class of senior three and four encountered the secret realm this time. It is a very united and harmonious group. I know their class teacher. He is very responsible and the class is also good. Now everyone should unite under the command of Teacher Han to deal with the difficulties. In addition, there is only one boy in their class. His condition may be particularly suitable for this secret realm!"

"Ah? What's the turning point?" Zhou Cheng raised his thick eyebrows and asked, "Why? He has a treasure?"

"No, no, it's not because of this." The psychology teacher raised her hand and tried to describe it. , "Because he is very special, too special... If only one person can walk out of the secret realm, it can only be him."

"You are talking nonsense." Zhou Cheng's thick eyebrows immediately lay back, and he explained without interest, "The two tricks of the problem boy are not enough to fill the gaps between the teeth. Only secret energy and treasures can cause damage to the creatures in the secret realm. Without these hardware as a foundation, fighting is useless except for self-destruction."

"He is different, Director, he was born for this." The psychology teacher said and nodded heavily, "My intuition tells me that this secret realm is even a little low for him."

"This... hehe... forget it." Zhou Cheng shook his head. He knew he shouldn't laugh now, but he couldn't help it.

The psychology teacher had to retreat: "Anyway, he is really special..."

"How special?" The woman with plaster casts became interested and walked over from the corner with a beaming eyebrow.

As she walked, she listed her favorite types like reading the menu:

"Autistic, orphan, obsessive-compulsive, unethical, morally clean or zero, delusional, self-absorbed, fanatical secret lover, potential high-IQ criminal, antisocial personality, what kind of situation is he?"

The psychology teacher nodded while listening, and the more the woman said, the more she nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it!!"

"What kind?" The woman asked puzzledly, "What kind of situation is he."

At this moment, all the school staff answered in unison as if they had met a soulmate:

"All situations!"

The woman widened her eyes in disbelief.

Human beings... can be so excellent?

Then, she dodged and grabbed Zhou Cheng's collar, her eyes full of demonic light.

"Fat fly, give me the command."