Chapter 8 The Change

Janet had seen this system three times since she was reborn. The system disappeared after the first main quest. The second time was when she unintentionally triggered the "Vanishing Line 1 Last Train" quest. The third time was now, and the system was in the process of settling the rewards. Janet studied the system panel again, examined her panel values, and found more data than before. Name: Janet Age: 19 Education: Bachelor's Degree in Mechanics Status: Fifth Class Citizen Talent: Danger Precognition Direction of Alteration: Unknown Degree of Alienation: Unknown Physical Strength: Unreinforced Spirit value: 100; 20 for ordinary people Life Value: 20; 70 for an average person Luck value: 1 50 for ordinary people Purification Value: 545. Every 500 purification values could increase life value by 5 Purification and Lucky Value were newly activated, and the Lucky Value was only 1—no wonder she encountered such bad luck as a polluted area rating error. Purification value could be exchanged for rewards; the current exchange rate was 10:1. The "exchange rate" was now 10:1. Five hundred purification values could be exchanged at a time, and one exchange would increase her life value by 5. Her life value seemed to be a bit low, surprisingly, at only 20. She possessed a primary talent, "Danger Foreknowledge". She had no idea what the degree of alienation was and the direction of the mutation. The "Rotting Fish Head" talent sounded more useful. Previously, Janet could only be contaminated by the contaminant, but now she could contaminate others with this item. It's also worth noting that she could even mentally contaminate the contaminant! Also, when running away, she could give herself a full-speed boost. Another bonus was dynamite, which could blow up buildings. But at the moment, Janet hasn't touched a mission of this magnitude. Furthermore, the explosives were so deadly that they could be used in a single scenario. Janet needed to ensure she wouldn't hurt her teammates by doing so. Janet suddenly had a conjecture. The props rewarded by the system were so high that Janet had to save up purification and life values to use them frantically. She then realized that the system was trying to use this method to push her backward to upgrade. Janet "SHIT!" However, through this quest, Janet seemed to have figured out a little about "purification," so she needed to keep entering the contaminated area to complete the main quest. And then she had to keep taking in the contaminated spores. The station was rotting, the surrounding area was slowly revealing itself as a sewer, and the contaminated area was gradually disappearing with the death of the contaminant. Janet sighed deeply. She was silent for a minute, facing the contaminant spores flying around. Cleaner's work rule #5: Sheltering contaminant spores was the first order of business. Thus, Janet packed a straw-like prop from her cleaner backpack. Then, very consciously, she started to collect the spores. As long as Janet collected one more spore, her purification value kept accumulating. At this time, Carter hurriedly ran off the train. The whole last train was rotten and stinking, and the first thing he did when he came down with a breath was to look for Janet. As it turned out, he found Janet perfectly safe, and now she was earnest about sweeping up the trash. Her coveralls were covered with marks from the fishmen's scratches and her helmet was cracked. Just like that, Janet was still very calmly sheltering the contaminated spores. Carter was dumbfounded. Janet was a genius. "Are you," Carter asked carefully, "are you working now?" Janet nodded, "Or else" "But you don't have to be so desperate!" Carter was more mentally strong than Janet. Janet sighed, "These are our commissions." It was hard not to be impressed that she had been prompted to add 1 to her purification value. Carter "......" So, what Janet said on the subway was true. She really was generating results. "Hello, Carter?" there was a rush of electricity from the helmet as the mental pollution disappeared after the fisherman's death, and communication was finally restored. Carter nearly cried out at Sherry's voice, "Captain!" Sherry's voice sounded anxious, "Are you okay and where's Janet?" Janet sheltered the contaminating spores with one hand as she replied, "I'm alive." Sherry sighed in relief. It was a miracle that two cleaners could survive being caught in a contaminated area. Sherry explained, "The tech center made a rating error. You guys got into a level D contaminated area by mistake." Sure enough, it was level D, Carter thought to himself. He had done everything correctly in his estimation. Sherry: "Now the contaminated area has cracked, and I can come to you soon; you wait in place and don't move. The hunters are already here and will start the rescue immediately after landing." The level d contaminated area was simple for the hunters. Carter cautiously said, "Actually, the hunters don't have to come." "Why?" Sherry wondered. Carter scanned the area, surrounded by contaminated corpses and spores, to ensure that there wasn't a single living contaminant. This contaminated area was spotless. He and Janet did all this. No hunter entered; two logistical cleaners swept up trash and wiped out a level D contaminated area. Carter proudly said, "We cleaners didn't need a hunter rescue at all this time." Sherry "????" "So," Sherry asked carefully, "Are you in good spirits?" It was the most reasonable guess. She suspected Carter was crazy. Carter said bashfully, "Have the organization send another cleaning crew; we might be too busy." Sherry "????" Carter hung up the comm and breathed a long sigh of relief. He was sweating all over his coveralls. He had the feeling that he had been robbed of his life and sat right down on the floor. Carter breathed a sigh of relief as the taut strings in his head loosened. "I don't think I can do this," he said. He had a low mental value and was initially mentally contaminated. Now that contaminating spores surrounded him, he was even more toxic when he relaxed. "You'd better stay away from me, then." Janet gave him a look. Stay away if you're contaminated. "No," Carter stayed close to Janet, who, he had discovered, was more reliable than a hunter. "I'm not leaving you." Janet "...." The hunter would be here soon. Janet wasn't too worried about Carter's mental state. Janet didn't want to look at him and concentrated on sheltering the spores. She didn't want to care about Carter, but she couldn't resist when Carter started acting on his own. . Carter raised his arms again. Now that there was no danger, he would do something bold and remove his helmet. "Hey!" Janet stopped Carter from removing his helmet by holding it down, "What are you doing" "I can't breathe," Carter said. Removing the helmet made it easy to get infected with parasites; Janet yelled, "No helmet removal! Do you hear me?" Carter replied in a tiny voice, and he lowered his hands in frustration. Then, in front of Janet, he slowly folded his knees and crouched at Janet's feet, hugging his knees. Like a puppy. It's over. This was moderate mental pollution. Janet thought of Sherry's comment about a coworker who, after being contaminated, thought she was a pink two-headed lotus flower. She's a little curious about what Carter imagines himself to be. Janet tentatively asks, "Who are you?" Carter buries his head in his lap and says, "I'm my sister's puppy." Janet: "What?" District 103 Cleaning Center. If it looked like a securities center when Janet was here, it's a freshly fought war. Then, now it's so messy that it looks like a war has just been fought. Kim, the head of tech, is fuming, "Rating errors? How did you guys get a rating error?" "Do you realize how much trouble this is?" "There are no hunters inside the contaminated area, only two cleaners, and they have no weapons or any experience. How many lives do you think they can survive?" "They're just trash sweepers. It doesn't matter." The cleaners really were just a little important to the staff here. Ten cleaners weren't as crucial as one hunter. Sacrificing the lives of two cleaners wasn't a big deal if the hunters arrived on the scene and couldn't get in to rescue them. There was nothing wrong with that statement in a way. "Shut up!" Kim sneered "If the contaminated area can't be controlled, causing the contaminated spores to spread, do you know how many people will die in sector 103?" "Do you want to work or not? If you don't want to do it, get out of here!" The technician in charge of monitoring kept his head lowered, not daring to say a word. "The hunters have already rushed over." Someone whispered. "What's the point of rushing over there?" Kim cursed, "It's been fifteen minutes now. The best time to rescue them is fucking over!" Kim casually slammed a glass over it. Time flowed differently in the contaminated area than outside; fifteen minutes had passed outside, possibly days inside. "Excuse me," the technician raised his hand weakly, "the pollution levels seem to have dropped." From an initial high of 90, the pollution concentration was now gradually dropping back down. 88, 80, 71. Kim frowned as he pushed past the technician and walked over to the machine, both hands rapidly tapping away at the keyboard. Yes, the values were really dropping. "Where's Hunter?" Kim asked. It took Lynn, watching the battle from the door with her arms wrapped around her, to interject, "The hunters have just departed and are expected to arrive at their designated location in seventeen minutes." Amazingly, the contaminated area was already decontaminated before the hunters even arrived. Someone reported, "We contacted Sherry, the leader of the cleaners, and determined that all three are alive." Kim asked in a cold voice, "Who's in there?" Lynn held a panel in her hand, "Two cleaners." Kim took the panel and looked at it, then frowned hard. The panel showed information about the two men. Carter looked mediocre no matter his stats, especially his mental value. It was too weak, at a level where an hour in a heavily polluted area might result in brain death. Not all skills stood out; otherwise, they would not have been on the cleaner squad. The other person's information was even cleaner, nothing. She was only known as Janet. "Is this a newbie?" Kim asked. Only probationary newbies didn't have any data collected. Lynn: "Yes, I just onboarded her today." A newcomer who had just interviewed and was still in the probationary stage didn't get to do any data collection. Janet's assignment today should have been to tag along and learn how to clean. Instead, one person took the hunter's job. This matter became weird, the cleaning center hadn't made a mistake in its data for over eighty years, and the last time it was wrong was because of that person. Janet just got to work today in time for a data error and a misstep into a class D contaminated area. Without any weapons support or reserve knowledge. Not only did she survive, but she also purified the zone. Lynn said, "Frankly, I'm baffled, too." Lynn was as shocked as Kim when she got the news, having personally checked Janet in herself. Without any data, Lynn could only judge by personal experience. The conversation with Janet made her feel that Janet was very bold. Boldness was good, proving that she was suitable for the job. But she didn't expect a series of "accidents" to follow, and Janet was the critical point of these accidents. The only reasonable explanation was that Janet was chosen by "it." Lynn said, "Terrance wants to see you." Terrance, head of Operations, managed the hunters in Sector 103. There was a close but somehow not-so-close relationship between several of their departments. "And Zayn, the head of the cleanup division," Lynn added. Lynn was the central figure in these people, obviously an assistant post, but she coordinated all the arrangements for the entire center. Kim frowned. Something was going to happen at the Cleanup Center.