Global Collapse-Chapter 601 - 569: Even Princess Mianmian felt scared _1

Fatty found it very strange.

Two strangers appeared out of nowhere, insisting on helping him with his task.

Both were in navy blue suits. They both had strings around their necks, but whatever was tied to the strings was tucked into their jackets, out of sight.

Fatty eyed the unexpected duo with caution. "Are you guys inspectors?"

They put down the rubbish in their hands and looked at Fatty. "Do you know that there are inspectors here in this instance? Did an acquaintance send you?"

They seemed ready to beat up this "acquaintance."

A floating eyeball flew over Fatty's head, then drifted off as if nothing had happened.

"Ah," Fatty said, looking at the people in front of him. "An NPC named Mr. Green told us there's something we're looking for in this instance. That's why we came."

As he spoke, he glanced at the new garbage the two had picked up, surprised that the inspectors here were so eager to help.

"How kind-hearted!" Fatty exclaimed.

The two inspectors laughed stiffly. "HEH HEH."

From their expressions, it was clear they remembered who Mr. Green was.

"So what is it you are looking for here?" asked the male inspector. "People familiar with this place know that it's just a recycling center full of worthless junk."

Although some items of slight value might be discarded here along with the rubbish, those were not abundant.

Most of the valuable items here were those NPCs intentionally discarded because they no longer needed them. These items were mostly useful, but since their owners didn't want them, they ended up in the recycling center.

For instance, the monster a certain goddess had previously discarded, used makeup products from some female NPCs, and Dungeon Entry Tickets for some instances.

It was rumored the operators of that instance didn't want any players inside, so they collected all its Dungeon Entry Tickets and dumped them into the recycling center...

Wait a minute.

Realizing something, the two looked at each other. "You guys didn't come here for those special Dungeon Entry Tickets, did you?"

Fatty looked at the two in front of him, confused. "What special Dungeon Entry Tickets?"

Seeing Fatty's sincere expression, which didn't seem feigned, the two fell silent, exchanging a glance.

They then repeated their previous question. "If it's not for that, then what are you here for?"

Having spent a long time by Chu Changge's side, Fatty's ability to tell convincing lies had greatly improved.

"We've been to an instance called Angel Redemption, and we were told that a goddess had thrown something good into this instance. We came here specifically to find it."

Upon hearing this, both inspectors had strange expressions.

The man spoke first. "Speaking of which, the 'lost' goddess from that instance did throw a big fellow in here. Fortunately, it's not aggressive, but that's hardly something good, right?"

Fatty perked up his ears to listen.

"It's just a giant monster," the female inspector said, looking at Fatty. "I don't remember her throwing anything else into this instance."

"That's not something worth looking for. I suggest you complete your task quickly and leave." As she spoke, she stealthily glanced at Gu Mian on the high platform.

The demon behind Gu Mian looked listless, as if it wanted to jump down.

If Fatty made a few more mistakes, it might commit suicide on the spot.

"As instance inspectors, we also help players if they encounter difficulties," the male inspector said, managing a forced smile. "Don't worry, we'll help you complete this instance quickly."

Fatty looked puzzled. "Are you guys normally this enthusiastic when you encounter other players?"

The expressions on the two inspectors' faces were a bit unnatural, but they still affirmed, "Of course. We've already notified others, and more people will be here to help you soon. You'll be able to leave this instance quickly!"

"Ah, is that so...?" Fatty scratched his head. But they don't want to leave this instance.

But the two inspectors had already called for reinforcements. Fatty felt anxious, momentarily unsure what to do.

Meanwhile, the two inspectors had already filled the third-level garbage bin. Their efficiency was high, indicating their familiarity with this instance.

If it continued this way, they would pass the fourth level in a few minutes.

At that point, Gu Mian and his team would have completed the task and would leave this instance.

Fatty scratched his ears and cheeks, thinking of how to cause a disruption.

What if I lie on the garbage can and pretend to be dead? Could that slow them down?

But Fatty soon realized that even without him playing dead, the two inspectors would have a hard time passing the next level.

At this moment, the task for the fourth level appeared, and all three of them saw it.

The two inspectors froze at the sight of the task.

Fatty looked at their stiff backs, imagining the expressions on their faces.

On the fourth level's garbage can, an unbelievable line of text appeared—

"Please fill with garbage that even Princess Mianmian would find scary."

Garbage that even Princess Mianmian would find scary...

Fatty glanced towards Gu Mian, who was sitting on the high platform, unable to imagine what kind of garbage should be thrown into this bin.

The two inspectors stared at the fourth garbage can for a long time before finally speaking.

"I remember this final level is indeed tailored to the player..."

"Let's not discuss how this final level's task was formulated for now. First, let's consider the immediate problem: where on earth are we going to find such garbage!"

If any other player were playing Princess Mianmian, it would be manageable. Everyone is afraid of something. Most female players are afraid of mice, or snake-like and other soft-bodied creatures, and a few mice can be found in this recycling center.

Male players would also be manageable. Normal people are afraid of ghosts. If things got desperate, they could contact another instance and have a ghost thrown in here as garbage.

A normal player, upon seeing a ghost, would definitely be scared out of their wits and flee.

But as for Gu Mian...

If a ghost were delivered right before him, he might just exclaim, "There's actually something this good?"

"What are we going to do?" The male inspector's forehead was beaded with sweat. "Even if we called in a hundred people, we might not be able to complete this task!"

The female inspector also broke out in a sweat. "If it really comes down to it, we can contact the backstage staff and have them forcibly stop this instance... but that would be a violation..."

Fatty listened stealthily from the side, surprised. So NPCs can forcibly stop a running instance?

Previously, instances were only stopped due to irreparable damage.

It's never happened before that an instance was immediately terminated just because an NPC saw Gu Mian enter.

And this term "violation"... it's as if the instance has an agreement with someone...

The two inspectors continued to whisper among themselves.

"A violation is still better than this place completely collapsing. You know how many instances are connected to this place. If this place ceased to exist, where would all those collapsed instances be thrown in the future?"