Chapter 11: Go out for holiday meals
"The wound on the shoulder is gone, the sensation in the foot hasn't recovered much...'"
Hoàng Tuân glanced at the computer screen.
The time displayed on the screen now was nine in the evening.
It was also the time when he stepped into that world for the first time.
"Is this a dream..." Hoàng Tuân leaned back on the wheelchair, quietly watching the bizarre novel unfolding on the computer screen.
The horrifying story about a night train in the novel had ended, and the difference was that the number of chapters in the novel had now reached eight chapters, and the plot stopped at the scene where the morning sun shone into the carriage.
The content of the text basically described what had happened to Hoàng Tuân and others.
Now, if Hoàng Tuân still thought this was a dream, he was being stubborn.
Beside the computer desk.
Under the light, the red axe looked somewhat eerie.
Hoàng Tuân hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly picked up the heavy axe from the table.
The axe had a brown wooden handle, not much different from a regular axe, except that there was a bright red color from top to bottom on the blade, covering the entire axe like a spiderweb.
"This belongs to Nguyễn Nam, why is it here?" Hoàng Tuân stared at it in his hand, feeling nothing except for its unique appearance.
Looking at the axe in his hand, Hoàng Tuân's thoughts were drawn to the vague image that appeared before his eyes when he was about to leave that world.
Thanh Linh.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Hoàng Tuân could still recognize his missing wife of over half a year.
"How did she appear there..." Hoàng Tuân couldn't understand why Thanh Linh suddenly appeared before his eyes and then quietly disappeared.
If it was speculation before, now Hoàng Tuân could basically confirm that Thanh Linh had disappeared for a period of time, and it was highly likely that she had been living in a bizarre world.
"Thanh Linh, let me save her, wait until the day I become the main character..."
Many complicated pieces of information intertwined, causing Hoàng Tuân's thoughts to become confused. He placed his hand on the keyboard in front of him and scrolled down to the latest update of the novel.
[The final scene is complete]
[The next story will be updated on Monday]
[Thank you all for your support]
At the end of the novel, there seemed to be a message from the author, announcing the next update time of the novel.
Hoàng Tuân did some calculations, realizing that there were only five days left until Monday, and he didn't know if he would enter that world again at that time.
However, considering Trần Công Hùng's situation, entering that world was not just a one-time thing, so he had to prepare himself mentally.
Look at your own situation at this time.
Hoàng Tuân opened his character panel.
[Name: Hoàng Tuân]
[Character: Supporting role]
[Description: A shepherd]
[Items: Axe cursed with self-inflicted torment]
In addition to these, there was a grayed-out text.
[Passive modification not edited]
[Remaining words that can be actively modified: 4]
After looking at them for a while, Hoàng Tuân found them strangely familiar in an incomprehensible way.
It couldn't be said.
This setup was like in a game.
In addition to his own identity, there were abilities that could be upgraded, along with the function of collecting items.
The number of words he could modify had now increased, which could be seen as a reward mechanism after the recent incident.
In a certain aspect, this game was quite interesting.
Except for the downside that players would die.
Hoàng Tuân placed the axe back on the table, deciding to temporarily stop thinking about these things. The cause and result would probably have to wait until the next novel update in five days to learn more information.
To understand what that world was...
This accident didn't hinder Hoàng Tuân's daily life.
He diligently wrote novels, saved them, and uploaded them.
Then he slowly looked at the comments about his novel in the comment section.
Life had to go on as usual, and he still had to work to earn a living.
...
The next day at noon.
On the bustling Christmas street, the shops were filled with discounted items to welcome customers. Even though the weather was mild, there were still many elderly people singing and dancing in the square, but most people were sitting on the street, enjoying coffee.
It would never snow in Nha Trang in winter.
Only the cold wind from the sea made people shiver involuntarily.
In a restaurant called Cá Mòi Hot Pot, a man picked up a bunch of fresh bean sprouts and dipped them in the dipping sauce before putting them in his mouth, with a look of delight on his face.
He closed his eyes, and the expression on his face somehow seemed a bit vulgar.
"Hey, I told you not to eat it like that, high as a kite."
Seeing the appearance of the man opposite, Hoàng Tuân couldn't help but remind him.
"Haha! You don't understand this, eating is not just about filling the stomach. The highest realm of eating is to savor the delicious taste that blooms on the tongue."
The man named Lê Hoa Phát, he was one of Hoàng Tuân's few friends. They lived next to each other when they were young, and in terms of time, they had known each other since they were in diapers.
Today, he was on a day off and wanted to have hot pot and chat with Hoàng Tuân.
He brought Hoàng Tuân to this hot pot restaurant, claiming that the hot pot here had the purest taste, not using too many condiments, and just a small pot could make people linger and forget about it.
"Of course, I can understand the taste of food. I just remind you not to be overly dramatic. Have you noticed the person next to us? That old man over there was looking at you eating and laughing."
Hoàng Tuân reminded him as Lê Hoa Phát looked at the side, and sure enough, the customers at the nearby table were trying to hold back their laughter, their legs trembling.
"Don't care about other people's gazes, that's the prejudice of society towards me." Lê Hoa Phát clearly didn't care too much about this kind of thing and continued to eat in his own way.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Hoàng Tuân dropped the subject.
"How's your work lately?"
"Don't mention it, it's really tough now." When Lê Hoa Phát heard about his work, he became extremely distressed. "Maybe it's because social pressure is increasing, the younger generation nowadays has become really crazy."
"When I first entered the profession, I hardly had any patients in a month. This year, I don't know what happened, in the past ten days, many people have been brought to the hospital. The key is that many of them are young people. Sigh, who can bear it?"
Lê Hoa Phát was a doctor in a psychiatric hospital. A few years ago, when he first started his career, he lived a very leisurely life.
Nha Trang was"Viết lại thành tiểu thuyết tiếng Anh"
"The wound on the shoulder is gone, the feeling in the leg hasn't recovered much..."
Hoàng Tuân looked at the computer screen.
The screen displayed the current time as nine o'clock in the evening.
It was also the moment when he first stepped into that world.
"Is this a dream..." Hoàng Tuân leaned back on the wheelchair, quietly watching the strange novel unfold on the computer screen.
The horrifying story about the night train in the novel had ended, and the difference was that the number of chapters in the novel had now reached eight chapters, with the plot stopping at the scene of the morning sun shining into the train car.
The content of the text mainly depicted what had happened to Hoàng Tuân and others.
Now, if Hoàng Tuân still believed this was a dream, he was being stubborn.
Beside the computer desk.
Under the hairline light, the red axe looked somewhat eerie.
Hoàng Tuân hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly picked up the heavy axe from the table.
The axe had a brown wooden handle, not much different from a regular axe, except that the upper surface had a bright red color, covering the entire axe like a spider's web.
"This belongs to Nguyễn Nam, why is it here?"
Hoàng Tuân stared at it in his hand, feeling nothing except its unique appearance.
Looking at the axe in his hand, Hoàng Tuân's thoughts were drawn to the vague image that had appeared before his eyes when he was about to leave that world.
Thanh Linh.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Hoàng Tuân could still recognize his missing wife of over half a year.
"How did she appear there..."
Hoàng Tuân couldn't understand why Thanh Linh suddenly appeared before his eyes and then quietly disappeared.
If it was speculation before, now Hoàng Tuân could basically confirm that Thanh Linh had disappeared for a period of time, and it was highly likely that she had been living in a bizarre world.
"Thanh Linh, let me save her, wait until the day I become the main character..."
Many complex pieces of information intertwined, causing Hoàng Tuân's thoughts to become muddled. He placed his hand on the keyboard in front of him and scrolled down to the latest update of the novel.
[The final scene is complete]
[The next story will be updated on Monday]
[Thank you all for your support]
At the end of the novel, there seemed to be a message from the author, announcing the next update time of the novel.
Hoàng Tuân did some calculations and realized that there were only five days left until Monday, and he didn't know if he would enter that world again at that time.
However, considering Trần Công Hùng's situation, entering that world was not just a one-time thing, so he had to prepare himself mentally.
Look at your own situation at this time.
Hoàng Tuân opened his character panel.
[Name: Hoàng Tuân]
[Character: Supporting role]
[Description: A shepherd]
[Items: Axe cursed with self-inflicted torment]
In addition to these, there was a grayed-out text.
[Passive modification not edited]
[Remaining words that can be actively modified: 4]
After looking at them for a while, Hoàng Tuân found them strangely familiar in an incomprehensible way.
It couldn't be said.
This setup was similar to a game.
In addition to his own identity, there were abilities that could be upgraded, along with the function of collecting items.
The number of words he could modify had now increased, which could be seen as a reward mechanism after the recent incident.
In a certain aspect, this game was quite interesting.
Except for the downside that players would die.
Hoàng Tuân placed the axe back on the table, deciding to temporarily stop thinking about these things. The cause and result would probably have to wait until the next novel update in five days to learn more information.
To understand what that world was...
This accident didn't hinder Hoàng Tuân's daily life.
He diligently wrote novels, saved them, and uploaded them.
Then he slowly looked at the comments about his novel in the comment section.
Life had to go on as usual, and he still had to work to earn a living.
...
The next day at noon.
On the bustling Christmas street, the shops were filled with discounted items to welcome customers. Even though the weather was mild, there were still many elderly people singing and dancing in the square, but most people were sitting on the street, enjoying coffee.
There would never be snowfall in Nha Trang during winter.
Only the cold wind from the sea made people involuntarily shiver.
In a restaurant called Cá Mòi Hot Pot, a man picked up a bunch of fresh bean sprouts and dipped them into the dipping sauce before putting them into his mouth, his face filled with delight.
He closed his eyes, and his expression seemed a bit vulgar.
"Hey, I told you not to eat it like that, getting high."
Seeing the man's appearance, Hoàng Tuân couldn't help but remind him.
"Haha! You don't understand. Eating is not just about filling the stomach. The highest level of eating is to savor the delicious taste that blooms on the tongue."
The man named Lê Hoa Phát, he was one of Hoàng Tuân's few friends. They had lived next to each other since they were young, and in terms of time, they had known each other since they were still wearing diapers.
Today, he had a day off and wanted to have hot pot and chat with Hoàng Tuân.
He brought Hoàng Tuân to this hot pot restaurant, claiming that the hot pot here had the purest taste, not using too many condiments, and even a small pot could make people linger and forget about everything else.
"Of course, I understand the taste of food. I just remind you not to be overly dramatic. Have you noticed the person next to us? That old man over there was looking at you eating and laughing."
Hoàng Tuân reminded him as Lê Hoa Phát looked to the side, and sure enough, the customers at the nearby table were trying to hold back their laughter, their legs trembling.
"Don't care about other people's gazes. That's just society's prejudice against me." Lê Hoa Phát clearly didn't care too much about such matters and continued eating in his own way.
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Hoàng Tuân dropped the subject.
"How's your work lately?"
"Don't mention it, it's really tough now." When Lê Hoa Phát heard about his work, he became extremely distressed. "Maybe it's because social pressure is increasing, the younger generation nowadays has become really crazy."
"When I first started in this profession, I hardly had any patients for a month. But this year, I don't know what happened, in the past ten days, many people have been brought tothe hospital. The key is that many of them are young people. Sigh, who can bear it?"
Lê Hoa Phát was a doctor in a psychiatric hospital. When he first started a few years ago, he lived a very leisurely life.
Nha Trang City was not large, yet it had two psychiatric hospitals, and this type of illness was not common. Although a patient might stay in the hospital for months or years, the number was small and easy to serve.
At that time, Lê Hoa Phát would come to Hoàng Tuân's house whenever he had time.
He claimed to help Hoàng Tuân cook, but in reality, he came to eat.
"Why, you used to enjoy your work so much, didn't you?"
Hoàng Tuân joked.
Lê Hoa Phát gave up directly, "Don't say it anymore, now facing those patients, I'm going crazy."
"As you know, a normal young person, if their mental state is a bit off, it's usually because of encountering too great of a stimulation, failed emotions, failed career, or worse, a broken family that can't bear it."
"But recently, all these people have come to tell me that they have encountered some demons. Every day, they say all sorts of absurd and meaningless things in my ears, which makes me feel a bit scared when going off duty..."
Hoàng Tuân heard this and couldn't help but feel some emotions.
Someone who had just stepped out of that world would be sensitive to things like this.
"Encountered demons?"
Hoàng Tuân looked at Lê Hoa Phát with confusion.
"Yes, there are always some strange things. The more they talk, the more they say, the problem is that they all speak as if those things really happened a long time ago. They almost made me a bit depressed!"
The hot pot was boiling vigorously, and Hoàng Tuân reduced the heat a bit to avoid drying out the broth.
"Oh? What did they say?"