Chapter 117 - Ouroboros
Chapter 117: Ouroboros
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio | Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After opening the door, Fang Heng returned to the dilapidated rental house.
Leaving Phoenix Sound Gaming Company was part of Fang Heng’s plan.
Now he could devote 100% of his energy to the game.
To become the overlord of the game one day! To become a landlord!
Fang Heng still remembered the dream he’d had when he first entered the game.
He would build the biggest and best shelter in the game, then earn tens of billions a day just by collecting rent!
He would become the boss.
Wasn’t that better than staying in the company?
Fang Heng cheered up.
For the time being, his in-game development goal was still the same: accelerate expansion.
There was no hurry to make money. He still needed to wait for the shelter to expand to a certain point before…
“Ding…”
His phone rang.
Fang Heng picked it up.
It was Pei Anan.
“Hello? Team leader Fang? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Fang Heng held the phone in one hand and sat back down on the sofa. “Thank you for your concern. I’m fine.”
“Team leader Fang, I heard they’re going to deduct your performance bonus. Hurry and contact President Qin.”
Fang Heng frowned.
He really didn’t care about this little bit of money.
Still, it left him a little unhappy that he’d worked for nothing.
Just as he was mulling it over, Liu Yi’s voice took over on the other end of the line.
He was furious.
“Team leader Fang, those b*stards from Phoenix Sound Team 7! They’re too inhuman!
“You worked so hard for the company and didn’t sleep for days on end, yet they still hauled away all of Team 12’s documents to be sent for investigation. They’re going too far!
“I was blind to ever go back to that stupid company!”
“Leader Fang, you should come back first. We’ve already gone to find President Qin. She’ll help us get justice. Please don’t do anything rash.”
“Ahem.”
Fang Heng coughed lightly.
“Liu Yi, why don’t you come work for me? I’ll pay you double your current salary.”
Fang Heng had hit upon the idea of poaching him.
Relying on the zombie clones alone had many drawbacks.
Especially when transporting materials — the zombies moved too slowly! Their efficiency was just too low!
If he went out searching for people again, it would be not only risky but also troublesome.
At least Fang Heng was already familiar with Liu Yi and the others.
Fang Heng felt that Liu Yi and the other rookies were all perfectly qualified ‘toolmen’!
“Ah?”
Liu Yi, still in a rage, was stunned.
He stopped short for a moment.
He hadn’t expected Fang Heng to suddenly turn around and poach him.
“Think it over carefully. You and the rest of Team 12 should discuss it too. If you’re interested, send me a message or come find me in the game.
“I still have something to do. Let’s talk again next time.”
With that, Fang Heng hung up the phone.
His gaze settled on the photo on the wall across from the sofa.
His expression turned solemn.
In the photo, Fang Heng was hugging a trophy with an arrogant look on his face.
Fang Heng slowly stood and approached it step by step, until he was standing right in front of the frame.
“Something’s not right.”
Fang Heng muttered softly.
This photo frame had been moved — and moved often!
Why hadn’t he noticed it before, only today?
It must be that his perception attribute in the game had begun affecting reality!
Fang Heng had sensed this once before.
Now that his perception attribute in the game had risen to 20 points — four times higher than before — he could pick up on subtle changes in his surroundings.
“Ka.”
Fang Heng pried the entire photo frame apart and opened up its back.
As expected!
Inside was a palm-sized, very thin notebook.
The notebook still looked brand new.
Who had left it here?
Fang Heng had no memory of this notebook at all.
He flipped open the first page.
There were a few words scrawled in messy handwriting.
They had been circled over and over.
Ouroboros.
Seeing the word, Fang Heng felt his heart beat faster.
He immediately turned to the following pages.
The handwriting further on was even messier.
I must be in trouble!
I must have forgotten something extremely important!
Every day when I wake up, I lose more of my memories related to the game.
I don’t know what I’ll have forgotten by the time I wake up tomorrow.
All I can do is write down these important things.
Ouroboros!
What is it? Why is this the only name I remember?
I seem to recall someone holding a ritual for me.
Was it Ouroboros?
What is ‘Ouroboros’?
I’ve forgotten!
Why can’t I remember!
I wonder if I’m dreaming!
The apocalypse is coming. The game is gradually reflecting reality.
The federation hides the apocalypse from the public for their own benefit.
Only in the King of Gods’ game do we stand a slim chance of survival!
This is the only way for me to survive!
I must establish a haven in the game to escape the impending end!
No one can be trusted!
These past few days, I feel as if someone has been following me.
The game bank account I bought on the black market has also been seized and frozen by the federation, and the funds are gone.
The soul seal!
What is it even for?
I’ve already forgotten how I got that thing.
I only remember that it’s very important!
I hid it in the spot where I used to hide my toys as a child.
If I’m the one who finds this notebook, then I’ll remember.
Be careful of Xia Xi!!
Don’t believe her!
I’ve forgotten the reason.
Don’t ever believe her!
***
The contents of the notebook left Fang Heng momentarily at a loss.
His first reaction was, “Was there something wrong with the mind of this body’s original owner?!”
“Xia Xi…”
Fang Heng muttered softly.
He felt a sense of unease.
When he first entered this body, Fang Heng had assumed his memory loss was caused by the soul transfer.
But now it seemed that wasn’t the case…
Fang Heng took a deep breath and opened the notebook again.
He tried to analyze the contents.
First was Ouroboros.
He was certain this name didn’t exist anywhere in his memory!
Then there was this passage recorded in the notebook.
A ritual?
What ritual had he held before?
It sounded as if ‘Ouroboros’ was some kind of cult?
And another thing!
“The apocalypse is coming, the game is gradually reflecting reality.”
Were the recent changes in his body a concrete manifestation of the game reflecting reality?
If so, would other people be going through similar changes in their own bodies?
What was the soul seal?
When he was young, the place he hid things was a small hole he’d secretly dug in the corner of the old warehouse.
The father of this body’s original owner had found it and given him a good beating.
Fang Heng remembered this vividly.
However, the rental house he lived in now didn’t have a warehouse at all.
The old house’s warehouse had long since been demolished and remodelled.
So where was the soul seal hidden?
Finally…
There was Xia Xi.
Fang Heng’s mind was a mess.
He turned on his phone and tried searching the internet for ‘Ouroboros’.
“Deng!”
A red warning box popped up on the page.
[Due to the restrictions of the federation’s policy, you are unable to search for this information.]
The search had been restricted by the federation.
Fang Heng’s brows knitted tightly.
He tried ‘soul seal’ instead.
Got it!
He found a result!
Fang Heng clicked on it to check the content.
“Deng!”
Another huge box popped up on the page.
[Sorry, you are searching for higher-level content related to the King of Gods game. Please register at the nearest King of Gods’ gaming department. Thank you for your cooperation.]
[Sorry, your…
“Tsk! Federation! This is entrapment!”
Fang Heng curled his lips and closed the search page.
It seemed the original owner of this body had very likely been caught up in some kind of trouble…
Lying back on the sofa, Fang Heng took a deep breath.
If things were as the notebook recorded — the game reflecting reality, the apocalypse drawing near…
He had to become stronger as soon as possible!