The Busy Man at Midnight

One day, Su Qi suddenly discovers he has a peculiar ability: he can see Easter eggs hidden in the world around him. 
These aren’t just bits of extra information; by performing specific actions, he can unlock hidden rewards.
While everyone else is fleeing in terror from a vengeful female ghost, Su Qi is already setting the table for a candlelit dinner, chatting amiably with her.
[You acquire her husband's hat, a mysterious artifact that, when thrown, locks onto enemies and delivers a devastating mental shock.]
When zombies overrun the streets, and survivors scramble for axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi confidently strides in, wielding a sound system in one hand and a heavy-duty machine gun in the other, casually clearing out the neighborhood.
[No one can defeat me in my BGM.]
This is the Abyss—the birthplace of despair and decay, where worlds crumble under fear and madness. 
This is also a paradise where countless seekers pursue the footsteps of gods. 
Myths of the past and epics of the future are written here in grand and tragic splendor.
Until Su Qi shows up.
With a mop soaked in the blood of a recently stunned god, Su Qi scrawls a few bold words onto the epic tale:
"The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle."

The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

The people around remained motionless, their eyes warily observing each other. 


    If he answered in a way that pleased Pig Head Man, then he could come out of the kitchen. 


    If not, he wouldn't be able to leave. 


    And right now, no one wanted to be the first; they just wanted to gauge the correctness of others' answers to gather a bit more information. 


    Although answering with the highest number of ingredients would lead to victory in the game, 


    they were simply trying to survive. 


    Inhabitants of each room huddled together, sharing clues with one another. 


    "What do you think is in this bowl..." Spider Boy asked cautiously. 


    Su Qi responded indifferently, "It's shit, what else could it be besides shit?" 


    While many agreed with his statement, no one dared to give such an answer. 


    Croc Brother glanced at the others and whispered, "I tasted a fingernail, it must be... from a monkey." 


Chapter 43 What a piece of junk!