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Chapter 21 Doing Tasks in Dreams (1/2) The Apocalyptic Supermarket System and its Wrong Host

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Late at night, An Chuxia, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, suddenly stretched out her hand from the quilt, and her hand was still releasing crackling electricity, muttering from time to time.

"My dear guests, I'm here to save you!"

"Damn zombies, don't bully my guests."

Just when 007 was thinking: Is it putting too much pressure on the host?

A loud "boom" sounded from the ceiling of the bedroom.

An Chuxia, who was still stretching her hands towards the roof, was awakened like this.

"what sound?"

As soon as An Chuxia's voice ended, another "pop" sound was heard, as if something fell from the ceiling.

An Chuxia was so frightened that she immediately went on the defensive.

"007, are there level 4 zombies attacking us?"

"That"

Before the question could be asked, the bedside lamp in the room suddenly turned on.

An Chuxia looked down at the ceiling lamp lying on the ground, and roared at 007: "007, how did you install it? You can't install it more firmly."

"Oh! Host, before you blame me, could you please look up at the ceiling?"

"Is the ceiling broken too...?"

"What's going on with the ceiling? Why...is it dark?"

"It seems to have been blasted out by supernatural powers."

"There is only one person in our supermarket, who is this?"

An Chuxia's voice became softer and quieter, making it almost inaudible to normal people.

"Host, what did you dream about just now?"

"I just dreamed that I was on a mission - rescuing the guests."

"Host, don't put too much pressure on yourself~"

"I don't feel any pressure?"

007 obviously didn't believe what An Chuxia said, but it just pointed it out and didn't give any more comfort.

After that, An Chuxia fell asleep sweetly and sweetly again.

Early in the morning, after An Chuxia woke up, she sat on the bed and looked at the charred ceiling lamp on the ground.

"007, come out."

"What's wrong? Host."

"Isn't it a problem if there is no light? Can you think of a way to help me get a new ceiling lamp?"

"You can change it. Do you want the ceiling lamp provided by the supermarket or do you want to choose the color and style yourself?"

"Can you still choose?"

"Of course, there's nothing our system can't do except what you can't think of."

Listening to 007's proud tone, An Chuxia smiled and said, "Help me end this apocalypse."

007, who was still eloquent just now, stopped talking for a moment, and it took a long time before he said one sentence: "Host, aren't you making things difficult for the system? You know that I can't do it."