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"Ms. Ye, have many people fallen ill recently?" he asked directly. "They must have been harmed by that zombie's yin energy?"

Ye Sizhen's voice came through the receiver, tinged with helplessness: "Indeed, quite a few people have been infected by the Yin Sha Qi and have fallen seriously ill. This is only because the Zombie King did not actively harm anyone; it was just a natural emission from his body while he was lurking in the city. If he had taken the initiative, it wouldn't have been just a matter of a serious illness; people would either have died directly or become living dead after death."

Du Can sighed inwardly: that zombie was nothing more than a punch to him, but for ordinary people, it was a walking natural disaster.

Just a few trips by the roadside caused a near-mass flu outbreak. If no one had stopped it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Ye Sizhen continued on the other end of the phone, her tone clearly showing a headache: "Mr. Du, you dealt with the zombie king so easily, but the damage he caused and the impact on the lives and property of ordinary people are something we can't repair in a short time."

"The capable should do more," Du Can joked with a smile. "Your Spiral Pavilion has a lot of people and you can definitely handle it well."

After hanging up the phone, Du Can originally planned to go straight to the company, but after thinking about it, he decided to take a detour and go to the hospital first.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I indeed saw many patients with a faint trace of yin energy lingering on them; they all looked sickly and lifeless.

He quietly slipped into the ward area and silently made his move, precisely dispelling the yin energy within each person's body with strands of fire power.

After doing all this, Du Can thought to himself, "The capable should do more, and I guess I can be considered one of the capable. These people were ultimately implicated by that zombie, and the zombie's target was me, so I bear some responsibility as well. Anyway, it doesn't take much effort, so I might as well lend a hand."

After dispersing the crowd, he turned and left.

The hospital was immediately thrown into an uproar.

"Huh? I feel like I'm all better now?"

"Me too! I feel warm all over, and that chill from before is gone all at once!"

"Doctor! Doctor, come quick! Are we all better?"

The patients' cries alerted the on-duty medical staff. The doctors rushed over, their faces filled with surprise and disbelief.

Not long ago, the hospital suddenly received a large number of patients with similar symptoms, including chills, fatigue, and no effect from conventional medications.

The hospital has held an emergency consultation and suspects it is a new, unknown influenza virus. They are preparing to initiate isolation procedures and report to the health department.

But now, these patients are all saying in unison that they are cured.

After repeated examinations, the doctors found that the patient's vital signs had indeed returned to normal.

But they were still uneasy. The illness came on strangely and recovered strangely. Who knew if it was just a temporary, false recovery? Should they discharge the patient or keep him under observation?

Just as the hospital was caught in a dilemma, a mysterious "external force" quietly intervened.

No one knew exactly what had happened, but all the doctors involved in the consultation suddenly agreed that the patient had indeed recovered and there was no risk of an incubation period.

As a result, the patients were able to complete the discharge procedures smoothly.

Du Can's phone rang again.

"Were the patients in the hospital cured by you?" Ye Sizhen's voice was direct.

"Yes," Du Can readily admitted. "What happened? I noticed the Spiral Pavilion hadn't addressed this issue, so I went to check it out myself and fixed it for them. Is there a problem?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Ye Sizhen's slightly distressed voice: "We finally managed to convince the hospital that this was just a common flu, and then you suddenly cured them all... Now we have to convince the hospital that they are really cured, and not that they've entered the incubation period. Do you know how much more work you've added for me?"

Du Can began, "Okay, then I'm really sorry. But..." He paused, "Isn't this better, more perfect?"

There was another silence on the other end of the phone. Finally, Ye Sizhen sighed, her tone tinged with a wry smile and resignation: "...You're right, aren't you? The mess is indeed a bit small."

"That's good." Du Can hung up the phone.

Chapter 20 Quitting Your Job: Games and Fishing

Du Can voluntarily resigned.

For him now, work seems to be no longer a necessity.

Spending most of the day on repetitive and tedious tasks, which used to be something we had to do to make a living, now seems unnecessary.

Moreover, he is likely to come into contact with things that are quite dangerous for ordinary people in the future.

If I stay at my post, there's no guarantee that the lingering effects of these events won't affect my colleagues, exposing them to unknown risks as well. For their safety, it's best to keep our distance.

So he resigned.

Some of his colleagues didn't understand. He took a few days off, came back and resigned. Did he find a better job elsewhere?

"No, that's not true." Du Can waved his hand with a smile. "I just want to take a break from work for a while and relax."

Having left his familiar environment, Du Can decided to explore the unknown.

Then he decided to play video games.

He went straight to an internet cafe and played computer games for three days and three nights straight. In the end, even the internet cafe owner couldn't stand it anymore and personally came out to advise him to go home and rest, fearing that he might suddenly die in his seat.

Du Can was actually perfectly fine. He knew his physical condition very well; he could easily last three days, or even three months. But he still listened to advice and left the internet cafe.

Then I found another company and continued calling.

I played like this for many days in a row, until I had played most of the computer games on the market. When I got tired of some of them, I never wanted to touch them again.

Du Can finally put down the mouse.

He then picked up a fishing rod and went to the river to fish.

While fishing, he thought to himself, "This is so boring, I really want to do something."

Humans are truly wondrous creatures; when they've worked enough, they want to rest, and when they've rested enough, they want to work again.

Du Can is now thinking about going back to work, but definitely not the kind of work he used to do. He wants to do something more meaningful and interesting.

He wants to cause trouble, to do something big.

Like his two other selves in the other world, he usually enjoys a peaceful life, but he can't live a peaceful life all the time, that would be too boring.

Life always needs some ups and downs, some surprises. He likes to take things as they come, yet he also longs for something extraordinary.

If only we could do that again... If not, I'll just have to find it myself.

Ordinary things yearn for the extraordinary, and since he himself is extraordinary, he would never be content with mediocrity.

However, despite his thoughts, Du Can didn't actually put them into action. Just like his life motto, he believed in letting things take their course. If he got something, great; if he didn't, there was no need to regret it.

And so he fished for several more days.

In the beginning, he didn't use any of his extraordinary abilities. He just fished like an ordinary person, and he couldn't catch more than a few fish a day.

Later, he began to use his superhuman strength, extraordinary eyesight, extraordinary skills, and extraordinary abilities, and soon caught a large number of fish.

But he released all the fish and then continued fishing.

The other anglers on the river witnessed a miracle: Du Can went from knowing absolutely nothing about fishing and not being able to catch even one fish a day, to gradually being able to catch a few, and then later being able to pull one up shortly after casting his line.

They watched helplessly as this guy went from novice to expert in no time, and they were all incredibly envious, crowding around to ask him if he had mastered any unique tricks.

Du Can laughed and said, "Nothing special, just good eyesight, strong strength, and good luck."

The fishermen were speechless for a moment. Could you tell them something that others don't know?

Du Can couldn't explain it clearly either. He couldn't very well tell them that his eyesight was so good that he could see the bottom of the river, or that he was strong enough to break a fishing rod made of rebar, could he?

As for luck, he certainly wasn't lucky, but he could subtly entangle fish in the water with the roots of the Blue Silver Grass and hook them directly onto his fishing hook. Having this ability was, in a way, a stroke of luck.

He continued fishing, planning to fish for a few more days before trying something new.

Just then, my phone rang.

Du Can answered the phone, and a familiar female voice came through the receiver—it was Ye Sizhen.

"Mr. Du, you've been having a really leisurely time these past few days, fishing every day and not even going to work."

“Ms. Ye Sizhen,” Du Can said calmly, “you wouldn’t be following my movements, would you?”

"After all, you are the person I wanted to invite, so naturally I will pay more attention to it." Ye Sizhen's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"But I really didn't expect that you would quit your job and spend three weeks playing games in an internet cafe, and then a week fishing by the river. It's been almost a month. What are you trying to do?"

"Fishing is fun, so I went fishing," Du Can said casually. "What's wrong?"

Ye Sizhen sighed: "I just think that you are wasting your talent in the demonic path."

"I don't care about any of this 'demonic' stuff," Du Can paused, "but some things in the magic world are definitely more interesting than my job. Do you have any suggestions?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "...I don't know either. Why don't you narrow it down, and I'll help you see what suits you?"

Du Can thought for a moment and said, "I've been having this inexplicable destructive urge lately, and I always want to do something big. Do you know if there's any job that would suit me?"

This pent-up energy was shared from two other versions of himself in other worlds.

In the worlds of Battle Through the Heavens and Douluo Continent, they can freely display their power, inspiring fear, gratitude, or worship in others.

But that won't work here. The magic world has a principle of "mystery and secrecy," which prohibits the display of supernatural abilities to ordinary people.

Although Du Can would occasionally break the rules secretly, he always did so in a very small way, which always left me with a feeling of unease.

Playing games and fishing recently was just a way to distract myself, kill time, and suppress the restless frustration in my heart.

Of course, given his personality, he could easily do nothing but sit there and daydream. He always takes a laissez-faire approach to things, even when he wants to stir up trouble, it's all left to fate.

Ye Sizhen listened to his words and remained silent for a long time.

“Mr. Du,” she finally spoke, “if you are looking to vent your destructive urges, I have a suggestion.”

Du Can became interested: "What? Tell me quickly."

"A chivalrous knight-errant."

"...What? This kind of profession is still allowed here?"

“Not a traditional knight-errant,” Ye Sizhen explained. “I’m talking about a profession similar to an agent of the Holy Church or a designated seal executor of the Western Magic Association, under the jurisdiction of the Spiral Mansion, but with a high degree of autonomy.”

Du Can asked, "Is a swordsman's job to kill thugs or capture magicians?"

The church is a group of people who worship God. Their agents' main job is to eliminate those who threaten humanity, such as the dead.

As for the designated executors of the Western Magic Association's seals, it is said that they specifically target certain magicians, but the exact targets are unclear.

Ye Sizhen said, "Since ancient times, Confucian scholars have used their literary skills to disrupt the law, and knights-errant have used their martial arts to break the law. Some holders of mind magic will violate the agreements of the magic community, endanger public safety, and spread harmful ideas. In such cases, we will send out knights-errant to destroy their ideological foundation and take back their mind key patterns. In serious cases, we may even have to kill them."

Du Can raised an eyebrow: "He doesn't sound like a chivalrous knight-errant, he sounds more like an executioner."

"Whether to kill or not is your decision," Ye Sizhen said calmly. "The Spiral Pavilion's only request is to retrieve the thought key mark."

Du Can remained silent for a while.

"I'll think about it."