Global Collapse-Chapter 587 - 555: Ooo_1

"So you must know how you travel between these two worlds, right?" Gu Mian asked Coach Che, all the while gripping Manager 845.

"Of course." Coach Che wasn’t surprised that Gu Mian knew about multiple worlds. He twitched his eyebrows slightly. "There’s a train that can travel between different worlds, but I’ve only ridden it once. Shortly after that, the train was scrapped..."

The scrapping of this train was one reason Coach Che struggled to find work.

Not many NPCs traveled between worlds; most diligently guarded their own instances in their own worlds.

Only a few unlucky ones, whose instances were gone, had to find work in other instances.

Coach Che had embarked on a journey away from his hometown, shuttling through other worlds.

Unfortunately, just as the train delivered him to his destination, it turned around and picked up Gu Mian.

Later, as expected, it was gone and is still in the repair station undergoing refurbishment to this day.

The poor train conductor suffered a huge shock and has been in a psychiatric clinic for several months, only recently showing some improvement.

Everyone else believed the train was wrecked by Gu Mian because it had been jinxed by Coach Che’s bad luck.

Gu Mian suddenly thought of something. He pondered for a moment. "Is that train called ’Time Escape’?"

Coach Che nodded, his face contorting. The thought of not being able to return to his own world twisted his expression even further.

So it really is the train from the ’Freaky Great Escape Train’ instance, Gu Mian thought.

He spoke with disdain, "Such an important place, and you didn’t protect it properly. Instead, you turned it into an instance for players to enter. Now it’s gone, right? Are you all brain-dead?"

Coach Che hadn’t expected Gu Mian to have the audacity to say such a thing. His gaunt face trembled, full of disbelief. "The train is gone because of you! How dare you call us brain-dead?"

Ignoring Coach Che’s indignant question, Gu Mian continued, "So, can that train reach the real world?"

Coach Che shook his head immediately. "No."

"What benefits does this game’s appearance bring to your Low-Dimensional World?"

"I don’t know."

Seeing that he wasn’t getting anywhere with him, Gu Mian quickly patted down Manager 845’s pockets, trying to find some information.

But there was nothing in his pockets except a set of keys.

Manager 845, still dangling from Gu Mian’s grip, was sweating profusely, his legs kicking out sporadically. Just as he was flailing, he heard Gu Mian, from above him, ask another terrifying question.

"I can’t get any answers out of you two. But high-ranking figures from your Low-Dimensional World must be involved in this global game. I’m sure they know the details," Gu Mian said, looking down at the top of Manager 845’s head. "You’re an executive in a big company, after all. Surely you know where the higher-ups in your world are, or in which instance they might be found."

Manager 845’s lips trembled, and he even forgot to kick his legs. He stared, transfixed, at the saw blade in front of him. "I don’t know! I don’t know anything! I’m just the manager of a small branch office. How would I know where those bigwigs are?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Coach Che opposite him and yelled, "You must know! Before your instance collapsed, it was a very high-level instance! You definitely have connections with the higher-ups in your world!"

Coach Che clamped his mouth shut, refusing to say a word, looking as if he were ready to be crushed to pieces rather than betray his principles, determined to maintain his innocence in the Human World.

The Fortune-teller at the side grew anxious. Gu Mian had told her he would leave the instance after sunset.

Time was almost up. If this stalemate continued, once Gu Mian left, she would be all alone here.

I have to finish this quickly!

I have to make these two NPCs talk!

She hurriedly rummaged through her item bar and finally pulled out something hefty.

Then, Manager 845, Coach Che, and the teddy bear heard the woman shout a chilling sentence: "I have a bomb! It can bring down all the buildings here!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Gu Mian turned his head and saw the Fortune-teller holding a special item.

[Condemned Building Demolition Bomb]

[Description: An extremely rare special item, said to have been created by a certain developer for rapid site clearance. However, due to high costs and rare materials, this is the only one of its kind.]

[Function: Ten minutes after pulling the safety pin, it will rapidly detonate all buildings in the area. It cleverly avoids living organisms; even if you are inside a building when using this item, you will remain unharmed by the blast itself.]

[Friendly Tip: Although this bomb avoids living organisms, if you are inside a building during the detonation, you will still be buried by the collapsing structure. While you won’t be injured by the explosion, there is a risk of being crushed to death.]

This was a special item the Fortune-teller had obtained from a construction site instance.

This item had been hidden very well. If not for her special class, she really wouldn’t have found this thing.

But although it was well-hidden, it wasn’t very useful, so the Fortune-teller had always kept it tucked away at the bottom of her inventory.

Unexpectedly, it was proving useful now.

Sure enough, both Manager 845’s and Coach Che’s faces went deathly pale.

"Not bad at all," Gu Mian remarked with admiration.

Even though Coach Che had looked ready to die for his principles, the bomb still made his expression change drastically. He practically swore, "Which damn idiot invented this kind of special item!"

Manager 845 couldn’t hold back either. "It must be those morons from Escape World!"

Coach Che suspected that if the food factory blew up this time, he’d be sent to an instance tribunal and sentenced to two life terms.

The charges would probably be things like "spreading ill fortune" or "leading the wolf into the house."

Gu Mian moved quickly. He immediately led the Fortune-teller up the ladder and out of the office.

Then he had the Fortune-teller pull the safety pin and toss the bomb down.

Below, Manager 845 and Coach Che were like ants on a hot griddle. They stared at the falling bomb, almost jumping out of their skins.

The device wouldn’t explode for another ten minutes, so the two of them above weren’t in a rush to leave.

The Fortune-teller lay by the hinged door, looking down at the teddy bear below. "Huh? Don’t you want your special item?"

For a moment, Gu Mian couldn’t figure out what special item the Fortune-teller was referring to.

He looked at the two men below. "Can you tell me the location of the important NPCs now? Manager 845, you don’t want to end up like Coach Che, doing odd jobs everywhere, do you? Look how pitiful he is now. Once this food factory blows up, you’ll be just as pitiful."

Coach Che’s face was ashen. He could already picture himself being thrown into prison after the food factory exploded.

Two seconds later, he spoke decisively, "I know of an instance called the ’Circus of Love and Justice.’ There are high-level leaders from the instances there. You might find something if you go to that instance. That’s all I know! Quick, take the bomb back!"

The Fortune-teller said, "It can’t be taken back. We have to throw it somewhere else so this place doesn’t explode."

As she spoke, she looked at Gu Mian. "We need to run!"

Gu Mian nodded in agreement and fled with the Fortune-teller, leaving Coach Che and Manager 845 swearing loudly below.

Coach Che hesitated for a moment but still picked up the bomb from the floor, planning to run out and throw it somewhere else.

But just as he was climbing the ladder, the hinged door above seemed to be caught by a draft and SLAMMED shut right in front of him.

Seeing this, Manager 845 anxiously asked, "Where’s your key?"

"Gu Mian swiped it. What about yours?"

"He took mine too..."