I have a set of monster experience cards

Chapter 472 The hallucination spreads
When discussing how to deal with "cinema", everyone seemed to have a momentary hallucination in their vision.

The real world suddenly seemed to be a buggy game, and the entire field of vision flashed.

Everyone stopped talking in unison.

The flash of vision only lasted for a moment. The next moment, a person subconsciously continued what he said before:
"The origin of the phantom is too mysterious, and the monsters allied with us don't know where it comes from. It may not be easy to deal with it."

Another person also subconsciously answered: "Those monsters cannot be trusted after all. Maybe they are the ones they sent to stumble us... eh?"

The words stopped abruptly.

In front of everyone's eyes, the whole world flashed once again!
This time, the flash lasted longer, and they could see clearly——

Everything they saw seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blue light at first, and then red fluorescent cracks appeared.

In the center of the crack, there seemed to be a figure that flashed away, leaving a vague but deep mark on their retinas.

They couldn't see clearly, but their brains vaguely believed that the figure was...

"..."

A layer of goosebumps quietly appeared on the silent crowd.

For a while, no one spoke, they just expressed their doubts and shock with each other's eyes.

Just now they felt as if the entire world was about to be tampered with.

This vivid hallucination even aroused their fear.

It also made them vaguely aware of something.

"Miscellaneous..." At this time, Ghost Snake finally spoke, and his scarred face twitched violently.

"Discussions on its topic are suspended. The most important thing right now is to attack the underground..."

"Yep."

Everyone agreed and changed the topic tacitly.

The upper-class people who have been fighting against nature on the surface for many years subconsciously avoided a certain word.

It's... damn.

Weather disasters, human battles, monster attacks, these are all things that can be seen, touched and understood.

But the hallucination when a certain word was mentioned twice just now - no, I don't know if it was an hallucination or not, but it made them completely confused about the situation...

After the meeting, Ghost Snake received a communication.

The technical level at the upper levels has not reached the level of long-distance communication, so if you want to discuss important content, you need to meet in person.

However, players combined the chat system, transmission system, etc. in the game to come up with a communication system, but it has great limitations.

The upper class people love to use this system...

When she saw the trustworthy person, she turned out to be "Yun Yang".

That spy sent from the underground...

——I don’t know how many kilometers away from the surface, deep underground, in the office building of the Meme Department, an elderly man sitting in a separate office was also checking the report from "Yunyang".

Reports are sent in public form and can be viewed by anyone with a high-level status.

"Hmph, those barbarians at the top are really up to something..." He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and murmured amidst the smoke.

"Dong dong." At this time, there was a knock on the office door.

He waved slightly, the entire office flashed with blue light, the soundproof information barrier was closed, and the door was automatically unlocked.

"come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and a young man walked in slowly.

The man held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the young employee who had just joined the company.

Ostensibly, he's the department head of Quisk's meme department.

Although his actual job is to ensure that "all" Meme Department employees don't have inappropriate thoughts or actions.

But on the surface he still has to fulfill his duties as a supervisor.

For example - bring in new employees with poor performance for training.

The employee in front of me, who has just been employed for a week, looks young and handsome, but his "performance" in the past week——

Just no performance.

A week into the job, even the dullest newbie could try to make two or three memes, but this guy didn't make a single meme.

It's not so much that he can't do it... his supervisor has read his records, but it's more that he has no idea of ​​making memes at all. He just browses posts on various forums and websites aimlessly at his workstation every day.

Thinking of this, the old man exhaled a puff of white smoke and said in a lazy tone: "Sir, do you have anything to say?"

The supervisor was sizing him up, and You Huan, who was called into the office, was also sizing up the supervisor.

The person holding a physical cigarette is not the most popular virtual cigarette in the world.

The value of physical cigarettes in this world is very high.

On the first day he arrived at this department, he had already read this person's information thoroughly.

On the surface, this person is the director of the Meme Department, but in fact he is doing the job of monitoring the Meme Department and controlling the psychology of the Meme Department employees.

After all, the people in the Meme Department are doing work that involves social truth. Maybe someone will suddenly have a sense of justice and want to expose to the middle management the fact that the lower level has been controlling people.

Someone needs to keep the meme department running smoothly.

Although the old man's tone was lazy, it matched his posture and revealed an aura of calmness and authority.

If it is an ordinary employee, when asked like this by the department boss, I am afraid that he will already start to explain his mistakes with fear.

But You Huan just looked at him and said, "Me? I have nothing to say."

"..." The supervisor was surprised that this young employee could face him so calmly, but was also speechless at the content of his words.

Damn it, is this what I just said? I'm asking you to take the initiative to admit your mistakes!
He coughed lightly and asked the question in a more serious tone: "You have been on the job for a whole week, why didn't you make memes?"

You Huan thought that reaching the lower levels was his goal. He had no interest in creating memes to control other people's minds.

He said: "I am browsing information. Only by fully understanding the popular information and public psychology of the section I am responsible for can I create memes."

“The data collection can be left to AI.”

"Then the task of creating memes can also be done by AI?" You Huan said flatly, "I think there is a reason why the Meme Department still leaves the task of creating memes to real people."

"..." The manager's eyes twitched.

It's obviously just passive and sabotaging, how can you say it so confidently!
He took a long drag on the cigarette and then directly issued an ultimatum: "Stop making excuses. You have to make at least two memes in the next three days."

"Otherwise, just go to the 'Material Department' and work as a 'data set' for me!"

"Ah."

Faced with the cruel words, the new employee's calm reply made him choke again. He quickly waved his hand to signal the new employee to leave.

After You Huan came out of the office, he immediately threw his supervisor's words behind him.

"Hey, let me tell you..."

Walking into the open office area, he heard several colleagues chatting during their lunch break.

"...The news in the middle level is very popular. Just that fan, I don't know what kind of game bug is running around."

"I'm wondering if I can take advantage of the popularity of cinephilia and create a highly viral meme. You can also help me think about it. Then the performance will be equally divided..."

He glanced at the two people who were whispering.

"Uh?"

The two of them paused for a moment and blinked hard.

Is it an illusion? Just now it seemed that the entire field of vision was blurred for a moment...?
This is of course not an illusion, but You Huan's true figure tampering with their senses for a moment in the form of a projection.

Right now, You Huan is using his newly acquired sensing ability to create this kind of ghostly hallucination on a large scale, as if there is a bug in reality.

Without any pause, he passed by the two people who looked confused.

In the eyes of everyone, he returned to his station, but this was only the result of him tampering with the visual information they received.

He essentially walked into the old information archive room of the office building, ready to see if there was any valuable historical information in this area that was independent from the lower network.

There's no networking here - not to keep it secret, but just because it's not necessary.

A large amount of ancient information is stored in the tablet, which can be read like an electronic paper book.

You Huan was like a phantom, passing by the manager of the archives and walking into the rows of display racks.

After scanning around, the general content of the information was all recorded in his mind.

It is indeed "obsolete information". It does not have any valuable content, but...

Moving his gaze to the corner of the display shelf, he read the information stored in a very old personal tablet.

These are a few... scattered diaries.

(End of this chapter)