Chapter Seventy-Five: A New Mission

Chapter Seventy-Five: A New Mission

With everything finally over, Shi Bai let out a long breath. Though the three-day competition hadn’t been physically exhausting, the dazzling flurry of events had certainly taxed his mind. Now that it was all behind him, he could finally enjoy some peace and quiet.

Ye Rulong and the others escorted him home as if they were accompanying a returning hero. Seated in the car, Shi Bai received a message: his mission was complete.

“Congratulations, you have completed the main quest. Reward: 50,000 Failure Points.”

“New main quest: Establish the largest company in Ancient City.”

Shi Bai glanced at his accumulated Failure Points—he had reached 125,000. The goal of one million didn’t seem so distant anymore, and a sense of accomplishment filled his heart.

As for this new task of building the largest company, he didn’t think it would be too difficult. With his system, he could simply acquire any company he chose—who would dare refuse him?

But he had no intention of worrying about that now. There was no time limit for the task, and after the competition, all he wanted was a good rest.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the business card the female host had slipped him. In his haste to leave, he hadn’t even had a chance to look at it.

He fished the card from his pocket: a pink, sturdy card with gold lettering—Ren Meiqi, Famous Host and Emcee, phone number XXXXXXXXXXX.

Turning it over, he saw a line written in black marker:

“Mr. Ye Xiaobai, I really admire you. My room is 8060 at the Loli Hotel. I would love to chat with you—whenever you’re free, you’re most welcome.”

Shi Bai paused, thinking, “What is this woman after?”

He recalled her appearance—she must have been about 1.78 meters tall, with a slender waist and long legs, and strikingly attractive.

A thought flashed through Shi Bai’s mind, “Could she possibly be…”

But with her looks, it would be impossible to seduce him so easily. Shi Bai tossed the card aside and continued his ride home.

Once there, he enjoyed a long, satisfying shower—he’d earned a good rest after all this effort.

Draped in a bathrobe and lying on his soft, spacious bed, Shi Bai opened up the company’s data. The comics department had made good progress these past two days, and the release of “Doggy Zhang’s Adventures: Part Three” had sparked another wave of discussion.

The Happy Company’s fans had now surpassed ten million.

Shi Bai nodded in satisfaction. “It’s time to start working on part four.”

The games division was also flourishing. The number of players had surged past ten million, and paying users had reached five million—a figure most gaming companies could only dream of. Shi Bai’s daily income now stood at twenty million.

What did that mean? Twenty million a day, two hundred million in ten days, six hundred million in a month!

Whose salary could possibly reach six hundred million a month?

This was something Shi Bai wouldn’t have dared to imagine in his previous life.

Lying in bed, Shi Bai suddenly felt as if he were dreaming. He couldn’t help but smile, but it all seemed so incredibly good it was hard to believe.

He now owned a house and a car, and even had local tycoons like Ye Rulong and Li Jiankui as his disciples. He lacked for nothing, and no one dared to provoke him. Even beautiful hosts were brazenly sending him their room numbers.

This was truly the pinnacle of life!

What more could he want?

He suddenly thought, “Nonsense! I haven’t even had a proper relationship yet—not even once… not even that!”

With a house, a car, and money, why not find a beautiful girlfriend? What was he waiting for—was he an idiot?

Shi Bai clenched his fist. “There’s only a month until the college entrance exams. After that, I’ll go find Xia Qing! I really can’t wait any longer!”

…

The night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, Shi Bai woke up, got ready, and headed downstairs to find Old Li to drive him to the company.

But just as he was about to leave, his mother returned from shopping. On hearing he was heading out, she insisted he eat breakfast first.

Unable to refuse, Shi Bai agreed to eat before leaving. But just then, a masked man suddenly sprang out, brandishing a knife and lunging at Shi Bai.

Startled, Shi Bai hastily created a task: “Custom task—I cannot die!”

“Custom task successful. Task initiated.”

Without any offensive tasks in place, Shi Bai’s physical abilities were those of an ordinary person. The assailant stabbed him in the chest.

His mother gasped and fainted on the spot, her shopping basket spilling onto the floor.

Even the assailant looked surprised at how easily the blow landed. For good measure, he stabbed Shi Bai several more times. Only when he saw Shi Bai riddled with wounds did he flee.

Shi Bai was covered in blood, terrified even by his own state. Had the system failed?

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the floor.

“I’m done for… I’m done for…”

Yet after wailing for a while, Shi Bai found that the more he wailed, the better he felt. It was as if the blood and wounds were all fake.

“Damn!” Shi Bai looked at his wounds—blood was still flowing, and he could even see muscle and bone, almost down to his heart.

Despite the severity of the injuries and the pain, he felt no sense of impending death.

Only then did he realize—this was the effect of his immortality task.

“This task is precise. If it says I won’t die, then I simply won’t die—no matter how badly I’m hurt.”

Shi Bai smiled wryly and quickly set another custom task.

“Custom task: Heal my injuries.”

“Custom task successful. Task initiated.”

But as he thought about it, Shi Bai began to worry.

“To heal myself, the system might, by failing, mean worsening the injuries. Does this mean… I have to stab myself a few more times?”

“If each stab heals one wound?”

But where would he find a knife now? Shi Bai pondered, then thought of a method even safer than a knife.

Dragging his battered body, he climbed up to the rooftop, leaving a trail of blood that made the neighbors scream in terror.

Standing at the edge, Shi Bai looked down. “Wow! That’s high!”

His building wasn’t a skyscraper—just seven stories. Still, to someone with a fear of heights like Shi Bai, it was terrifying.

He craned his neck over the edge, his head spinning, the blood still dripping from his wounds—down from the seventh-floor roof, like a scene from a horror movie.

Shi Bai hesitated on the rooftop. Even knowing the system would protect him, it wasn’t so easy to actually jump.

His mind might be willing, but his body resisted. So he paced back and forth on the rooftop, wavering like someone contemplating ending it all.

By now, a crowd was gathering below, and seeing Shi Bai’s appearance, everyone was in an uproar.