Chapter 4

Since he was almost hit by a big truck yesterday, Ji Jue has been lethargic and absent-minded. After returning home from the hospital check-up, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Only after waking up now does he have a sense of relief and a little joy of surviving a disaster.

Although there is no plot of reincarnation in another world, magic test blowing up the crystal ball, tiger body shaking to accept a harem, etc., but... at least he is still alive, right?

It's good to be alive, it's very good to be alive, it's really too good to be alive.

Since he was nine years old until today, Ji Jue hasn't lived enough, feeling that he seems to be able to live for another forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, or eighty years.

Bad luck is bad luck, poor is poor.

It's not that life can't go on.

Long live life!

Just... is the scar a bit lighter?

The old house left by his ancestors has been weathered, the wooden floor creaks when stepped on, and even if Ji Jue has carefully maintained it for the past few years, it is hard to hide the decay.

When Ji Jue was washing up in front of the mirror, he couldn't help but raise his head and examine it carefully... the scar that extended from under his neck to his face.

Like a snake wrapped around his back.

The burn marks are so ugly and hideous, but now there are faint traces of fading.

More importantly, he seems to be a little different.

To be precise, everything seems to be a little different.

The whole world seems to be subtly different.

To make an analogy, it's like a patient who has had an amputation suddenly feels the hallucination of the limb's existence again... Suddenly, he seems to have an extra eye, an extra hand, and an extra brand-new sense.

But when he tries to experience it carefully, everything becomes ambiguous.

The more carefully he experiences it, the more elusive this feeling becomes, making him dizzy. It's as if something is stuck in the middle, neither up nor down, extremely uncomfortable.

After washing his face, he slumped on the sofa, reached out, picked up the remote control, and wanted to watch something else to divert his attention. But the TV screen just flickered, and the picture was intermittent.

"Broken again?"

Ji Jue scratches his head, bends down to press the switch, and it remains the same.

After all, it's an old TV, the age is indeed older than Ji Jue, and even the screen is spherical. He has been stitching and repairing it for so many years, but this time it doesn't seem to be an old problem.

Just when he was bewildered, he heard a sound like a hallucination:

【Brother, don't turn it on, my butt hurts.】

"What?"

Ji Jue subconsciously pressed it again, heard the groaning sound, and couldn't help but stiffen in place, dumbfounded, struggling, raising his head, looking at the source of the sound.

TV.

【Butt, hurts.】 The TV says.

"Holy shit—"

Ji Jue is shocked, falls to the ground.

Corpse... no, the TV can talk?!

Then the TV stops making a sound.

It seems like he almost killed it, which made Ji Jue panic and bewildered again, until he finally summoned the courage to go behind the TV and finally realized.

Doesn't the butt hurt?

The power cord behind is aging and cracking, leaking electricity!

After rummaging in the cabinet for a long time, he finally found electrical tape and pliers, and repaired the power cord. It was not as complicated as expected, or rather... it was surprisingly simple.

Then, he heard a groan of relief.

? co

【Much better.】

The TV says: 【The voltage has been unstable recently, don't turn it on often, the picture tube is almost not working...】

The voice is getting smaller and smaller, gradually becoming unclear.

It's Ji Jue who is getting dizzier and dizzier.

When he examines the TV, it seems that the invisible eyes open again, able to see the internal structure and operation. When he listens, it seems that there are hallucinatory words reporting the main status.

When he touches the TV, the invisible hand acts on it, feeling the aging degree and service life of each component, and even able to interfere with its operation.

But all this seems to be based on his energy.

Once such power is used, he can feel his energy flowing away rapidly. In just a few minutes, it's like he hasn't slept for days and nights, so sleepy that he's about to die suddenly.

He doesn't doubt at all that if he doesn't stop, sudden death is definitely not a joke.

It is reality.

Now, in the silence, Ji Jue lowers his head and looks at his wrist.

That ringing and perception, which is so clear even when he is exhausted, does not require any extra energy, as if it has become a part of his own body.

That strange watch.

What shocked Ji Jue was that the numbers on the dial had fallen back to the beginning from the original near-full value, even less than at the beginning.

【01】

Besides that, what is even more eye-catching is the numbers on the dial—more than half of the original 0-point mark has turned golden, as if stuck on some progress.

The moment he mobilized his meager energy to inject into it again, it seemed that a waterfall of information emerged before his eyes.

【The Heavenly Chosen Ritual has begun, welcome to join the Sky Track Group】

【Error report 1789989 failed to send】

【Detected that temporary employee is in danger of life... Calling surrounding stations, no signal response, calling headquarters support center, no signal response... Error! Error! Error!】

【Temporary worker emergency survival agreement activated—during the agreement's effective time, talent will be forcibly activated as an ability—reserve spiritual quality exhausted—agreement ended—duration: 0.4 seconds.】

【Detected unknown error, error, error, error, lost signal response, unable to complete upload. Human Resources Management Program reminds you, please become a Heavenly Chosen One as soon as possible, go to the Central Station, and complete the transfer to join the job.】

Ji Jue's eyes go black.

Not because of tiredness, but because of bewilderment.

There are too many new words, stuffed over all at once, making him unable to understand for a while: Heavenly Chosen Ritual, Sky Track Group, temporary worker, agreement, error, Heavenly Chosen One, Central Station, join the job...

But guessing, he seems to be able to understand something.

It seems that he bound with this watch inexplicably through some Heavenly Chosen Ritual, and also submitted a resume to a company he had never heard of, and then, was automatically admitted?

But this broken company also seems to be a grass-roots team, with nothing, and no one has ever come to find him, I don't know if it's still there.

When his life was in danger, it activated something called a temporary worker survival agreement, forcibly activated his 'talent', turned it into a superpower, and as a result, burned the oil dry.

Finally, it seems to remind him to become a Heavenly Chosen One quickly, and then go to a place called Central Station to be a formal ox and horse for the company?

"Hello?"

Ji Jue carefully raises his wrist and asks: "Are you there?"

No one responds.

In the silence, even the watch hands turning are too lazy to make a sound.

Seems like it doesn't want to talk to him.

"Don't be silent." Ji Jue asks curiously, "May I ask how the company's treatment is? What is the scale? What business is it mainly engaged in? How are the salary and benefits? Are there annual leave and year-end bonuses?"

The watch is silent.

Ji Jue's heart gradually settles.

"Having said that, when did I become your temporary worker? Did you get my consent? Is there a signature confirmation?"

He lies on the broken sofa, finds a relaxed posture: "I've been a temporary worker for so many years, although I haven't done any shit work, but this is not a reason for you not to pay wages! Can you make up for it? Are there any five insurances and one fund?

You didn't evade taxes, did you? Be careful, I'll call to report you..."

The silence remains, only Ji Jue talking to himself like a clown, but being a clown is also quite good, at least it shows that there is really no strange thing like a ten-thousand-year-old ghost hidden in this thing.

Well, if it can't talk, then forget it.

It let me be a temporary worker, and didn't give money, and I used the watch, and it seems I didn't pay. Everyone is white-pimping each other, win-win, WINWINWIN, it's simply that you are good, I am good, everyone is good, winning together to the end.

Then for the time being, there is no need to worry about someone suddenly descending from the sky, slapping himself to death, and then recovering company assets.

Moreover, Sky Track, station... I haven't heard of any of them. There are so many big cities in the Federation, and there are only a few railways coming and going, and they are all managed and operated by the governments of various cities. I have never heard of any Sky Track Group.

Since Ji Jue's grandfather's generation, this watch has been in his house and hasn't moved. After so many years, it hasn't come to find him. That broken company maybe, possibly, seems, mostly... is long gone.

Ji Jue breathes a sigh of relief and finally feels at ease.

When he closes his eyes and feels carefully, he can perceive that something in his body is gradually emerging, strands of it, as thin and elusive as fog, but gathering together, it becomes a river drop by drop.

Making him gradually full, dispelling some fatigue.

And in the middle, there is a trace that can almost be ignored, flowing to the watch, stored in it, making the numbers on the dial rise again—【03】

Is this spiritual quality?

He had accumulated it for so many years before, and only reached ninety-something, but it was burned out by the survival agreement in less than a second... But after the talent was forcibly activated once, the speed of spiritual quality recovery seems to be much faster, many times faster than before.

It should be just a kick away from officially turning into an ability.

Then he... is this considered to have almost become a superpower?

Ji Jue's eyes light up.

A long time ago, he read a comic book that was said to have been passed down from before the disaster era. In it, there were several heroes, each one awesome, each one heroic.

Among them, the eldest is powerful, invulnerable to swords and guns, and his eyes can emit lasers; the second is rich, wearing a mask and black clothes, taking his godchildren to eliminate violence and bring peace; the third is a woman, holding a treasure sword and rope, sexy and boundless; the fourth wears red clothes, eats fast, runs fast, everything is fast, and dies fast every time...

Was it the eighth or ninth? The superpower is especially unusual!

He can talk to fish, and the fish will respond to him.

Just like himself.

When he talks to the phone, the phone will also respond to him, and even tell him that the number is in arrears!

It's so amazing!

Although this is a bit annoying, it doesn't prevent Ji Jue from being really happy.

He seems to be really different from before now.

It seems that he doesn't have to roll, doesn't have to live so hard, and can live a happy life simply and easily.

How good.

Even if he fails the exam, he doesn't have to be afraid, he doesn't have to worry about the thesis being rejected, it doesn't matter if he can't get a second-level engineer before graduation, he is not afraid of not being able to pay back the student loan and starving to death or being destitute on the street.

Anyway, I am a superpower...

Boom!

A warning roar like a heavenly punishment erupted from downstairs.

Ji Jue probes his head from the stairs, bewildered, and sees a door rolled open in the gale.

The sparse rain outside falls in.

And a line of muddy footprints winding into the depths of the living room...

An uninvited guest, suddenly arrived!

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