Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Sometimes Zhou Baiyu wondered if someone had loaded a file.

The so-called feeling of déjà vu was as if a high-dimensional creature was controlling his character or a soul was controlling a body and then loaded a file.

Retaining just some muscle memory perhaps?

Then he would delve deep, wondering if his life had been looping many times. Could it be like the stories in novels, trapped at a certain point in time?

The future was constantly changing, even for the 2.49 version of Advanced World which seemed to have many excellent pioneers.

But if the real world's 1.0 version underwent changes, many details in the Advanced World's 2.49 version would also change.

So if the pioneers were stuck in a loop — and couldn't escape for a while, a quantitative change would lead to a qualitative one.

But how could such a thing happen?

Zhou Baiyu laughed at himself and soon waited for the white BYD.

The driver asked,

"Are you going to the Dimension Transformation Building?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

This conversation also felt familiar, but Zhou Baiyu thought it was fine as he had often gone there before.

The Dimension Transformation Building was actually the building where Ling Hansu had jumped from.

Coincidentally, the location of Zhou Baiyu's interview was in the Dimension Transformation Building.

The car had been driving for five minutes when it entered an overpass and became stuck in traffic.

"I should have taken the third bridge, why did it get congested here?"

The driver was somewhat road-raged.

Zhou Baiyu was not in a hurry; after all, it was just an interview. Jobs in bottom-tier sales were always in demand.

However, observing closely, he noticed an accident on the overpass, a truck blocking the road, causing the traffic jam.

If the truck did not move, it would remain blocked. Nobody knew when it would be cleared.

Zhou Baiyu had no choice but to get out of the car.

The moment he opened the car door, he once again felt a wave of déjà vu.

"Is this déjà vu happening too frequently?"

Zhou Baiyu hadn't had time to think when he was interrupted by the honking around him.

Just then, Xingmeng Wuchang called,

"Bro Duang, what's up?"

"It's about that previous matter. Wuer asked if you want to meet up."

"Nope. Keep him guessing, let him hang for a while, hahaha."

After chatting with Xingmeng Wuchang for a few moments, Zhou Baiyu hung up the phone.

He noticed that today in Linxiang city, the overpass was congested all the way, and he had no choice but to walk on the pedestrian street.

Since he was not in a hurry, he decided to take a stroll.

Carrying this thought, Zhou Baiyu entered the Minfu Lane Pedestrian Street after a long absence.

The place was filled with fruit stalls, clothing shops, furniture stores, and one of his favorite places was Tang's dumplings.

As a child, Zhou Baiyu used to love spending a few bucks on a bowl of dumplings here.

But now, Tang's dumplings had closed. The shop had been turned into a lottery store.

Passing by the lottery store, Zhou Baiyu noticed someone buying a lottery ticket.

"19, 31, 7, 5, 12, 22, 26. Guaranteed win."

The man looked down on his luck, but who doesn't dream of turning two bucks into five million?

Zhou Baiyu didn't give it much thought, just memorized the numbers involuntarily.

He didn't know why he memorized them.

It seemed like some command deep in his brain had him record sounds and certain patterns around him.

"Strange, why do I keep feeling something is off? I also find these numbers eerily familiar."

It felt like subconsciously, he could sync up and utter these numbers with the man playing the lottery.

Noticing these excessive thoughts occasionally made Zhou Baiyu feel uneasy for a moment.

But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't figure out the answer.

"Am I getting delusional from participating too much in calling?"

Zhou Baiyu dismissed these thoughts again.

Soon, Zhou Baiyu arrived on the twelfth floor of the Chuangwei Building.

The young girl at the reception was playing on her phone.

"Watch this, this woman is called Xiao Mei..."

The sound from TikTok made Zhou Baiyu smile, but at that moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind—

Pause, stop, listen to this story.

It seemed to be a bizarre story where Xiao Mei was both a detective and a girl involved in compensated dating, with all cases related to beds.

Although Zhou Baiyu found the setting intriguing, he still wondered why he felt the urge to pause, stop, and listen to this story.

And for some reason, he always felt he had heard this story before; the plot was actually filled with twists and quirky content.

For instance, the first victim was pressed against a printer, thus constantly printing images of the victim's chest.

And the killer just wanted to see the victim's breasts.

This peculiar motive led to bizarre cases that a normal person would never imagine the plot.

But Zhou Baiyu could think of it and even felt... the plot didn't bring him any surprises.

Zhou Baiyu shook his head, and after finishing the story, he finally knocked on the reception desk.

The young girl suddenly looked up, exclaimed, and asked,

"Ah! Hello! Can I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview."

"Oh, oh, oh, this way, this way!"

The young girl was still very enthusiastic.

In the following time, Zhou Baiyu met the interviewer, who briefly introduced the salary, work schedule, and company's conditions, asking Zhou Baiyu how soon he could start working.

Zhou Baiyu said he could start immediately, just needed to sign the contract.

Based on his flair as an orator, everything went smoothly, utterly uneventful. He even chatted with the interviewer about his daughter's recent decision on which middle school to attend and his wife's plans to enroll in a cooking class.