There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: The Company’s End and Beginning

The boss of the Good Dream Company was still dancing.

He knew his voice would still carry even after the video feed cut out, but he didn’t care.

He just loved the feeling of shitting all over his employees.

If the company were a toilet, he was the one at the very top.

His aged rear end was aimed right at the drain below, and everything he produced would be caught by the people underneath.

He could insult the employees below him to his heart’s content without paying any price.

Whether it was his employees or the humans in the amusement parks, they were all property of the Good Dream Company—things he could dispose of as he pleased.

In this world ruled by capital, he was the ruler at the top of the pyramid, the god of everything!

He had his own image made into divine statues. In every amusement park, any content related to gods had to use his likeness.

He compiled his sayings into a book, making it the company’s code of conduct and the creed for the religions within the amusement parks, simply because he felt like it.

He knew he was foolish, cunning, and immoral, but what did that matter!

He was the boss!

He was rich!

Hopping around his exclusive, 800-square-meter office, he flipped off the people outside the window and dropped his pants to slap his own ass. These monkey-like antics made him look utterly ridiculous, but the bodyguards standing by didn’t dare show the slightest hint of displeasure.

He rushed over to a bodyguard and rubbed his rear on the man’s leg. "Go on, I know you want to kick this old ass of mine. Do it! But I know you won’t, because... there’s something wrong with your head!"

As he reveled in his own vile behavior, the old man suddenly caught a strange scent. Frowning, he mumbled, "Strange, I feel like I’m smelling Death Moths. The guy in charge of the air purification system is getting his salary docked for ten years."

Turning his head, he saw his bodyguards kneeling on the floor in agony.

Copious amounts of blood flowed from their noses, leaking through their fingers and dripping onto the floor, staining the white carpet with crimson petals.

"Hey, what are you doing? This carpet is more expensive than a hundred of you!"

The old man’s flabby skin trembled as he kicked the bodyguards forcefully.

Then, the bodyguards stood up.

They stared at the old man, their faces a mixture of pain and joy, like a clown’s mask that twisted both emotions together.

Sensing that something was wrong, the old man’s mouth twitched. He then roared, "How dare you look at me like that!"

A huge fist flew at his face. The old man, struck head-on, flew like a giant frog and slammed into the glass wall, his teeth scattering all over the floor.

However, the Death Moth powder in the air took effect at that moment, allowing the nearly-dead old man to recover instantly.

He leaped up and dashed for the door, shouting as he ran:

"You just wait, all of you! You’re fired, fired! I’m going to have the Bio-Division drag you all away for modification! You’ll work as the lowliest Monsters in the amusement parks until you die!"

Rushing into the hallway, the old man saw his secretary appear before him.

He lunged forward, grabbing his secretary and shouting, "Those bodyguards have gone mad! There’s something wrong with all of them! Quick, call the army! They need to be suppressed!"

The secretary stared blankly at the old man, then suddenly raised a hand and slapped him across the face, knocking out a few yellowed teeth.

As the old man stared in astonishment, the secretary looked at their own hand, a genuine smile spreading across their face for the first time.

"So this is how satisfying it feels to beat the shit out of a bastard like you."

"You... What are you doing? Have you gone mad too? I’m the boss! I’m in charge! I’m the richest, most powerful person here!"

The boss scrambled forward frantically, trying to find a single sane employee who was still loyal to him.

But no matter where he ran, all he could see were crazed faces, ecstatic to the extreme.

The toxic powder was everywhere in the air, plunging the entire floor into a hunt for the boss.

As long as he had a breath left in him, the boss could revive from his grievous injuries, and this would continue until all the powder was gone.

The boss who had spent his life designing amusement parks was finally experiencing firsthand what it felt like to be the prey.

He was forced to flee through the company building. Every employee who saw him was filled with killing intent. Their hatred for the boss turned them into the most savage of hunters, forcing him to endlessly repeat a cycle of near-death, revival, and near-death again before he could truly die.

By the time Duan Fei was yawning nonstop, the boss finally passed away for good.

The effects of the toxic powder in the air had faded, but Duan Fei had personally collected some of it, put it in a jar, and handed it to Kim.

"Take this. Just a tiny bit of this powder can make someone recover. You’ve dealt with the boss of the Good Dream Company, but there are many other companies out there, many more bosses, and many more employees who need to be saved."

Kim accepted the powder gratefully and asked, "Aren’t you staying? With your mysterious Eastern Power, we can definitely achieve final victory."

"No, I have to go back. After all, there’s something wrong with my head, too."

"Then can’t you treat yourself?"

Duan Fei looked at Kim, reminded by the question.

Picking up the Crowbar, he nodded, then slammed it forcefully against his own head.

Accompanied by a pleasant sensation, he saw himself fly out of Smith’s body, soaring higher and higher until he vanished into the darkness.

Before he was consumed by darkness, he couldn’t help but wonder, ’So, I was a problem too?’

Just as Duan Fei flew out of Smith’s body, the instance for Cuihua and Little Fatty also came to an end.

Presumably, the instance for the three of them ended once it was confirmed that the game was completely over and Kim and the others would release everyone from the amusement parks.

However, after it ended, they didn’t immediately exit the instance. Instead, they appeared in a white room.

The room was almost completely bare of furniture, with only one wall made into a television screen for the players to watch the aftermath of the instance.

With the overlay effect gone, the three of them saw each other’s game avatars for the first time.

Contrary to his name, Little Fatty wasn’t fat at all; he just had a bit of a creepy smile.

Cuihua, on the other hand, was quite handsome. He had a poker face that gave him a natural air of authority, so no one would believe you if you said he had social anxiety.

After reintroducing themselves and adding each other as friends, Duan Fei looked around, confused. "Why didn’t we leave directly this time? Why are we here?"

"If an instance is completed in a way that exceeds expectations, we get sent here to watch the epilogue. According to the devs, it’s a reward for players who go above and beyond the game’s objectives," Little Fatty answered.

Sitting down on the floor, he continued, "Of course, I personally prefer getting Abyss Coins as a reward. But this kind of opportunity to see the aftermath is rare, so this is good too."

Cuihua frowned at the two of them, taking a long time before finally saying, "I... li... ke it..."

"Yeah, I like it too."

Sitting down, Duan Fei found a comfortable position and began to watch the instance’s epilogue.