Dark eye mask

Thirty years old—that was the age people often referred to as the time to stand tall and firm.
At this age, some were splendid and dazzling, intoxicated in a world of wealth, while others were desolate and dim, confined to rope beds and clay stoves.
Lin Mo belonged to the latter. At thirty, he was still a porter, toiling away to earn a living.
His daughter was bullied by a male classmate at school—simply because his family was well-off, the school chose to turn a blind eye. His wife, already pregnant, was secretly working at a supermarket to supplement the household income without his knowledge.
As he lay awake looking at his wife by his side and his daughter sleeping soundly in the little bed, Lin Mo felt so aggrieved he shed tears. Despite working hard every day until his back could no longer straighten, he still couldn't change the dire state of their lives.
However, it was at this time that the Daily Intelligence System suddenly awoke.
[Daily Intelligence has been updated]
[1. Neighbor Wang Youcai secretly used his retirement funds to tip 10,000 yuan to a beauty in a live stream under the nickname Black Chicken.]
[2. The police will perform a surprise inspection at the Red Romance Foot Bath at 12 o'clock tonight.]
[3. Victory Bird will launch a ground assault against Hass in three days.]
[4. The pet dog from 1402, Unit 1, Building 5 of Earth Garden Community is missing, and its owner Li Xiaoru is offering a 10,000 yuan reward for its return.]
[5. The pet dog belonging to Li Xiaoru that went missing is trapped in a sewage drain on Development Road.]
[6…]
Initially, Lin Mo just wanted to use this system to make a bit of extra cash to alleviate his stifling life.

Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Alicia stared intently at the beaker before her, her hands gripping the chains on either side tightly, her face filled with hesitation, conflict, and fear. She couldn't imagine what horrifying things would happen if she put her slender, pale hand into this terrifying aqua regia.


The sound of the timer's hand moving echoed through the dim and silent room, making the atmosphere even more oppressive and tense.


Alicia hesitated, slowly reaching out her right hand, but as soon as it reached the mouth of the beaker, she withdrew it quickly as if scorched. Her face was a tangle of hesitation, fear, and cowardice, as an intense internal struggle took place.


Yet she knew very clearly that she did not have much time left. If she did not muster the courage to take out the key, only death would await her.


At this thought, Alicia gritted her teeth, her brows tightly knit, and with trembling right hand, she slowly reached it back toward the mouth of the beaker again.


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