Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 11: Modern World [Complete]

1318: The Boss Lady Has Some Class

Late one night, when Wu Lun returned home from work and opened the door, Lin Sanjiu was in the midst of pulling a pair of stockings over her head.

Hearing the noise, Lin Sanjiu turned her head towards the door; before she could fully pull down the stockings, her eyebrows squished together into a triangular shape. Wu Lun lifted her head and froze in place, standing dumbly at the doorway, forgetting to remove the keys.

"You're back," Lin Sanjiu said.

"No... no, this isn't right." Wu Lun blinked hard, as if hoping that Lin Sanjiu would disappear when she opened her eyes again. But when she did open her eyes again, Lin Sanjiu had already pulled the stockings up to her neck.

"Can you recognize my face?"

Wu Lun closed the door and vigorously shook her head. "No, no, I can't; this won't do."

"Don't worry, I won't be in any danger." Just robbing a bank.

"Absolutely not. I'm not worried about you. Take off my socks."

Lin Sanjiu peeled off the stockings she found in the closet and asked, "Then what's your plan? Yesterday morning, didn't you offer to help me?"

After yesterday morning's phone call, Wu Lun quickly realized that helping her make money for advertising to find people was the best way to prevent the world's destruction, so this beauty advisor made a lot of grandiose promises out of excitement. But after two days of various discussions, experiments, insomnia, and working, Wu Lun's morale and spirit deflated.

"I don't understand," Wu Lun muttered, opened and closed the door. "Why does a beauty advisor like me have to save the world? And why is making money the solution to save the world?"

She plopped down on the couch like an old lady, massaging her calves. "If I knew how to make money, would I still be standing here all day as a beauty advisor? And your... that thing that listens to people, can't it come back again?"

Thinking about what might be under her butt, Wu Lun's eyes lit up.

Lin Sanjiu shook her head, dispelling her hope. "An ability description can only be used once."

Yesterday—or rather, in the early hours of this morning—she finally waited out the cooldown time for the Pygmalion Choker and woke up Wu Lun. Lin Sanjiu had long known where Wu Lun kept her wallet; not only did she know, but she also proactively took out the largest denomination of 100 yuan bill and instructed Wu Lun to recite a description of the ability to massively replicate a certain object for her.

Just like naturally evolved abilities, the effects produced by the Pygmalion Choker also had various limitations and were not omnipotent. For example, when it came to massively replicating objects, Lin Sanjiu quickly discovered that if she replicated something simple, like a piece of paper, its replication speed was almost unlimited. In just two or three seconds, a large amount of paper flooded Wu Lun's bed. However, the production materials and craftsmanship of banknotes were very complex; even after using up all five minutes, the replicated cash only filled a small section of the floor.

Regarding this quantity, Mrs. Manas explained that it might be because both the choker's effect and Potential Growth Value had weakened.

Lin Sanjiu was dissatisfied with the result, but Wu Lun's sleepiness was completely dispelled. This girl seemed a bit obsessed with money, immediately diving into the pile of cash, grabbing handfuls of bills, and murmuring in amazement, "They look exactly the same!"

Unlike counterfeit, all the money Lin Sanjiu replicated was real, enough to pass any precision counterfeit detection machine. But the problem was, each bill was identical to the original, used as a template—slight wear and tear, minor stains, folding marks, and, most importantly, the serial numbers on the bills. If it were just two or three bills, it would be fine, but with over a thousand bills—Wu Lun counted them all night—their resemblance converged into a highly impactful image. Even a glance would immediately make ordinary people realize that something was wrong.