Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Yang Hui summoned a treasure chest from his own control panel and opened it casually.

[Unlock 1 Rank E Treasure Chest]

Congratulations! You have gained 150 experience points.

The experience points obtained from treasure chests also fluctuate, with a threshold.

Yang Hui was lucky; the experience points he received allowed him to successfully level up.

Congratulations on reaching level 6!

[Due to the keyword "steady and solid progress", this upgrade will grant it a new keyword.]

Please choose from the three random terms below within three minutes.

1.

[The first step to fitness!]: (Gray) Loss of taste.

2.

【Eyes Flirting】: (Blue) Throws a flirtatious glance at the target, dealing damage equal to half of your Strength attribute.

3.

【Heartless!】: (Blue) Kill your blood relatives to gain a large amount of experience points.

Yang Hui was at a loss for words.

Yang Hui chose the second option without any expression.

He felt nauseous, and the image of himself flirting flashed through his mind, making him want to vomit.

As for the first item, loss of taste, it's a completely negative gray term.

But upon closer reflection, it might be related to something else entirely.

If flirting with someone is disgusting, at least it has some effect.

But the third one is truly outrageous.

Thinking of this, Yang Hui looked at the sandbag not far away, which he had specially bought as training equipment for improving his skills.

He turned his head to the side and winked at the sandbag out of the corner of his eye.

The sandbags remained unmoved.

It doesn't seem to be working?

Yang Hui got anxious, went to the bathroom mirror, rubbed his face, and imagined how girls on the street flirted with handsome guys.

So he stared at the mirror, raised his eyebrows, first widened his eyes slightly, then his smile widened, his lower eyelids curved, he turned slightly to the side, and his left eye, in sync with his shoulder, lifted up and blinked hard.

Ciallo～(∠・ω<)⌒★

Click!

The mirror suddenly shattered!

Yang Hui was also disgusted and retched for a while.

Although he is as handsome as Daniel Wu, he still couldn't resist making such disgusting expressions.

He barely remembered the movement.

He tried to wink at the sandbag.

boom!

The sandbag swayed slightly.

Yang Hui knew what was going on, and he raised his fists to his chest, ready to strike with both hands.

Bang bang bang!

Boom!

He adjusted his breathing rhythm and his steps were measured and controlled, but sometimes when he was retracting his fist, he would inexplicably blink.

boom!

Yang Hui's attacks became faster and faster. Even though there were bound to be gaps, the sound of his fists pounding on the sandbags was so dense that it was impossible to hear a thing.

That's pretty strong. In combat sports, rhythm is the most important element. He can launch attacks unexpectedly and make his opponent suffer a lot.

He was just a little unskilled at flirting, which is normal; what man is skilled at flirting?

Finally, Yang Hui finished with an elbow strike, the force penetrating the sandbag and sending it flying.

He could clearly feel that he had become stronger.

Looking at the entries on the panel, Yang Hui was filled with emotion. Just yesterday, he was someone who owed rent and was living frugally in this world.

He was as ordinary as could be.

Today he has already reached level 6, holding six entries, and has been recruited by the Administration Bureau, becoming an unofficial staff member.

Having earned his first pot of gold, he had to take Pei Feng out to a restaurant.

Pei Feng usually comes over after get off work in the evening, and it's common for him to cancel at the last minute if something comes up.

Yang Hui had previously thought that he was being targeted because he was often kept behind to work overtime.

Yang Hui only realized how naive he had been after discovering the identity of the Bureau.

So he had gone off to do something important. Thinking of this, Yang Hui felt a little uneasy.

I'm afraid my brother is suffering, but I'm also afraid he'll drive a Land Rover.

This kid never usually talks about having any impressive stats.

Yang Hui only knew that Pei Feng's initial entry was "Tide Rider".

This is a white entry; its effect is that your fingers are flexible enough to produce water.

When Pei Feng was a child, he loved to make a delicate pinky gesture and then spray water intermittently from his fingertips. He was very young then, and he stopped mentioning it when he grew up.

If he's in the third squad, then he's at least level 20.

There are two more terms that Yang Hui is unaware of.

But thinking about it all is useless. I'll just have to give Pei Feng a good beating tonight.

Yang Hui picked up the brass ring from the coffee table again; it glittered in the sunlight.

The intricate, raised patterns on it seem rather unusual.

Yang Hui's intuition told him that this was not an ordinary work of art, and given Mao Juan's personality, he didn't seem like the type to wear such an ostentatious ring.

"He even had tattoos on his wrists, so he's definitely involved in organized crime. It's no wonder he was taken away."

As an official, Pei Feng certainly knew more than him, so Yang Hui decided to ask him later.

The agency still needs to keep operating. While official staff do have tasks to participate in game instances, if Yang Hui's agency can obtain official certification, it can also have more publicity in Beicheng.

Going to work and participating in game instances is just part of the job; taking on missions and participating in game instances at the agency is their true calling.

Yang Hui made a job posting and put it on the door.

"Northern City Grand Stage! Come join us if you need anything! We are currently hiring one bodyguard assistant! Men, women, young and old are all welcome. Join our big family! Salary: 30,000 to 100,000."

Yang Hui looked at it and wrote another sentence.

Internship certificates and letters of recommendation can be provided.

Yang Hui nodded, quite satisfied. He wanted to find someone cheap and easy to use. With a monthly salary of 3000, he should be able to find a college student, right?

What do you mean 30,000 to 100,000? Isn't it 3 to 100,000? Doesn't that include the 3,000 package?

We already have Pei Feng, who is over level 20. If we hire another employee who is about the same level, Xu Qinglan should be able to approve it.

After all, participating in official dungeons is like working for someone else; taking on your own jobs is like starting a business.

There are fundamental differences between them.

Not to mention that he hasn't even reached level 10 yet, so he can't participate in any officially controlled game instances. The so-called "outsider" is just someone who marks you in advance.

He didn't even know which way the door of the Anomaly Management and Investigation Bureau faced.

Not to mention that above the non-staff personnel are the probationary personnel. Usually, they have to report and register after reaching level ten to become probationary personnel and get a forum account. Then, their performance is judged, and whether they can be promoted to a permanent position is another matter.

Xu Qinglan had already given him special treatment.

Yang Hui must join the Administration Bureau! Because his sister's file is there.

Ding-a-ling~

The bell on the door rang, and someone pushed the door open and entered.

Yang Hui smiled. Why are there so many jobs lately?

"Hello! The King of Game Dungeon Bodyguards is at your service! What's bothering you?"

A middle-aged man in a suit, whose hair was not yet thinning, did not sit down but spoke:

"Mr. Yang Hui, your rent can't be delayed any longer. Mrs. Fu sent me to ask you to move out."

"..."

Yang Hui's smile vanished, shifting to the face opposite him, where he gave a fawning smile.

It turned out to be a rental agency. Yang Hui said that they hadn't advertised much, so it was impossible for them to have this much work.

Yang turned around, took 10,000 yuan from the coffee table, and handed it to him.

"This is the rent I owe, and there's still next month's payment."

The rental agent looked at the cash in his hand and smiled awkwardly.

"No...that's not what I meant. Mrs. Fu thinks you've been behind on rent for too long and doesn't want to rent to you anymore. She wants you to move out."