Depressed Chapter 17

“Beep—Dear player, congratulations on successfully completing the Modern Metropolis instance mission. You have been awarded 15,000 points, and now have the opportunity to make a random purchase in the system shop.”

Shen Lian stared at the panel before him.

Methanol, talismans, a deluxe medicine pack.

A deluxe medicine pack?

Fluoxetine, paroxetine, sertraline, fluvoxamine, citalopram, duloxetine, venlafaxine, bupropion, mirtazapine, Deanxit?

“The Lord God really is randomly considerate, isn’t he? Knows I’m out of meds…” he muttered to the mirror.

“Can’t stop the meds, can’t stop the meds…” He spent all 15,000 points and bought the legendary deluxe medicine pack.

In fact, sometimes chemical drugs are far more useful than firearms. If used properly, they can always produce a large-scale, unexpected killing effect.

Just like last time, with the potassium cyanide.

The blood concentration for cyanide poisoning is about 0.5 μg/ml; the lethal concentration is ≥1 μg/ml, and the lethal dose of potassium cyanide is between 50–250 milligrams—a minuscule amount.

Its only drawback is its taste, reminiscent of bitter almonds.

A normal person would never eat something that tasted off.

So Shen Lian mixed it into the almond chocolate.

“A perfect, masterful death plan, isn’t it?” Shen Lian asked the person in the mirror, throwing out scissors.

The person in the mirror threw out rock.

“Tch, lost again…” Shen Lian was not pleased.

He’d really lost big this time.

He actually owed the doctor a life.

And there were still some unresolved questions.

For example, who exactly was the third player? Where was this player when he and the doctor were completing the mission?

Who was the person who had once appeared in the mirror? Was that the third player?

“Hey, who is this person, really?” Shen Lian held up a photo on his phone and asked the person in the mirror, tossing out paper.

The person in the mirror just smiled silently and threw out scissors.

“I’m done playing!” Shen Lian was truly annoyed, though he kept telling himself it wasn’t because he was embarrassed by losing.

Rock-paper-scissors was just too boring, he thought.

“Beep—System random generation in progress. New instance launching—please complete the mission assigned by the system. Failure to do so will result in player death as determined by the system.”

“Beep—New instance: alternate ancient era.”

“Beep—System mission: random time, random location, random assignment.”

The ‘random or die’ system was still just as random as ever.