If you become a monster, you will succeed

My name is Qiao Jie, I am 27 years old, I live in the dormitory of Yanguo Longmen Company, and I am unmarried. I work at Fengchi Logistics. I have to work overtime until 9pm every day before I can go home. I don’t smoke, and I only drink lightly. I go to bed at 11 o’clock every night, but I will not go to bed until early in the morning while scrolling through my mobile phone.

Before going to bed, I must put in two drops of eye drops, and then I can't help but read a novel for half an hour. After going to bed, I may suffer from insomnia, and then go to work with dark circles under my eyes. The doctor said that I may die suddenly at any time.

Then……

Qiao Jie rubbed his confused eyes, but unexpectedly he didn't feel the dryness he felt when he woke up in the past. The last scene in his memory was the toppling of goods in the company's warehouse...

"I'm dead? Well, I hope I'm dead, otherwise I can't afford to pay for so many goods." Qiao Jie pinched himself hard, a feeling of pain followed, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

"It's over, I'm not dead yet, I'm going bankrupt now!"

There was a cry in his heart, but Qiao Jie suddenly felt that something was wrong, and then he realized that there was so much garbage around him.

"Fengchi Logistics is a big company after all, so they won't dump my body in the garbage dump, right?" Qiao Jie got up from the ground in confusion, always feeling that the environment was very strange, and then, a voice suddenly came from not far away - —

"That new guy over there, stop standing around and come here quickly!"

"Ah?" Qiao Jie didn't even realize for a moment that he was calling him. He looked around and found that no one else was there, then he looked blankly towards the source of the sound.

Then, he saw a... bus?

"What's going on?"

Qiao Jie rubbed his eyes hard and found that at the end of his field of vision was indeed a bus, but the problem was, the wheels of this bus... why were they tracks?

The driver didn't talk nonsense, pointed to the rear with his thumb and said:

"Get in the car quickly!"

Qiao Jie glanced behind him and found that there were many people in the car, old and young, men and women, but most of them had blank faces and looked like they didn't know anything at first glance.

Qiao Jie thought for a while and realized that he seemed to have no other choice. He finally took a breath and boarded the tracked bus that was heading to an unknown destination...

…

The crawler bus was not moving smoothly. Even if he successfully found a seat, Qiao Jie still felt that he had motion sickness for the first time in a long time. The passengers around him looked confused, and only a few who looked younger were there. In whispers, you can faintly hear topics such as "time travel", "rebirth", and "goldfinger".

"Time travel?" Although he is already a social person, as a modern person whose mobile phone is like an external organ, how could he not know what time travel is?

Looking out of the car window, looking at the garbage everywhere, his expression became more and more weird, because he was gradually able to see some things in the garbage that should not appear in the garbage heap.

for example……

"Why are there flying saucers? Did I travel to an interstellar world? Just a garbage planet? Then I have to rely on cheats or learning to find treasures from the garbage, build mechas or even spaceships, and then escape to heaven. , become a space pirate?”

Qiao Jie's mind immediately flashed through various similar Internet articles he had read, and he even had some plans for how to make a fortune. Then, like those young people, he began to call out in his heart——

"system?"

"Dark Blue?"

"Lord God?"

In the futile call, the bus suddenly slowed down again. Qiao Jie thought he had found another passenger, but when he took a closer look, he saw a wall enclosing the garbage dump, and not far away was a gate with a height of more than ten meters. , with a neat queue...

"Okay, we're here, get off the car!"

The driver's voice came from the front. Although this order did not seem to be a deterrent, Qiao Jie instinctively felt that he should do as he said.

Some people on the bus were hesitating, and some had already started to get up. After looking at the "similar people" who were lining up and slowly moving forward, Qiao Jie followed his heart's wishes and quickly got off the bus, queuing up and moving forward slowly. .

As the team slowly moved forward, Qiao Jie turned his head and looked back, only to find that the bus had started again, and there seemed to be some people on the bus who had not gotten off the bus.

Not daring to think about what would happen to these people next, Qiao Jie just followed the team forward obediently. Then, with waves of uneasiness, he came to the door, and then walked into a small room under the guidance of the staff.

The room was not big, with only one table and two chairs. A female staff member raised her head slightly and asked in a calm tone: "Name?"

"Qiao Jie." Qiao Jie said his name almost subconsciously, and then he thought of things like the devil's real name and the Death Book, and his face turned pale.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a routine registration." Seeing that Qiao Jie's expression was wrong, the woman's tone became slightly calmer, and then she said again: "What is the level of civilization in your original world?"

"Huh?" Qiao Jie was a little overwhelmed by this question. Shouldn't he ask about age, occupation, etc. step by step? Why are you suddenly asking about the level of civilization?

"It's not very important. The main thing is to consider how to communicate with you. If you come from a world with relatively developed technology and culture, communication will be easier. But if you come from a feudal era or even a world where theocracy is supreme, , then you need to find specialized communication personnel.”

The woman's tone was still calm, but Qiao Jie felt that the communication was much easier, and he immediately said:

"I come from an electrified society. There are many countries. We have the Internet and computers. We use smart phones to communicate. I know that the earth is round. I know about universal gravity and classical mechanics. Well, I have also heard about quantum mechanics and the like..."

At this point, Qiao Jie suddenly felt that the other party might not understand his noun if it were not the same world, so he added: "Well, do you need me to explain the formula?"

Hearing this, the woman shook her head slightly and said:

"No, Infinite City has a [shared language]. I can easily understand what you mean. But from your description, I think you come from a civilization where technology is the main body. If there is an Internet, it will be easier to explain all aspects." …”

As she spoke, the woman opened the drawer in front of her, took out a silver metal plate and handed it to Qiao Jie——

"This is the identity card of Infinite City. Its usage is similar to that of a smartphone. It contains various basic knowledge of Infinite City. You can take a look at it first. After you understand it, if you still don't understand anything, you can go to the special consultation office for consultation. In addition, Infinite City adheres to the concept that non-workers are not allowed to eat, and only provides minimum consumption for one month to newcomers. If you don’t want to disappear, please take up the job within one month..."

Again, all the foreshadowing has been recycled. Why is it said to be a bad ending? As for other worlds, they are extra content. If inserted into the main story, it will become a subplot.

I just don’t understand why the ending is so bad. The boss has been defeated, the protagonist has become the strongest, everything that needs to be done has been done, and all the foreshadowing has been recycled. Isn’t this the end?

The protagonist of this book has only one pursuit from beginning to end, and that is peace of mind.

It may disappear at any time.

When talking about ghosts, you need a steady stream of legends to provide [knowledge].

After passing the test of the floor master and gaining the truth, the protagonist has only one uneasiness left, and that is the purpose of the Tower of Babylon.

Now that the purpose of the Tower of Babylon has been revealed, the mastermind behind it is going to be rbq, and the protagonist has no motivation to move forward, so the story should end.

Isn’t it ridiculous to have to drag out a new boss, open a new map, let the invincible protagonist in the netherworld ascend and then become a miner and start over?

When I write articles, I always adhere to the principle that once the story is finished, it should be completed decisively, and I will not hold off on making money just because my grades are good. Isn’t this an ethics that should be praised?

Or haven’t readers experienced the situation of Japanese comics that clearly should be finished but they drag on to continue drawing for the sake of making money, and the result is that the masterpiece turns into a cesspool?

This book is priced at RMB 20,000 each. Even if I only get perfect attendance if I put off writing it, and even if I continue writing later, I still earn RMB 20,000 to RMB 30,000 a month. But the story should end here, so it should end.

As for other things, that's a side story.