Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 2

As soon as Wen Song walked out of the office, she saw Shao An standing at the door, his brows furrowing slightly.

When did he get here?

Wen Song had no intention of interacting with him. She planned to walk past him and leave, but just as she passed by, she heard a cold voice.

“I’ve already received your message. Since we have nothing to do with each other anymore, stop pestering me.”

Wen Song paused in her steps, not even turning her head.

“Oh.”

Seeing that Wen Song didn’t stop, not even bothering to look back, Shao An frowned.

Normally, if she heard him say something like that, she would be terribly aggrieved, clinging to him with tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.

And then she would continue to pester him relentlessly.

But now-

“Damn, An-ge, it looks like Wen Song has really given up this time. That’s great! We’ve finally gotten rid of this sticky piece of candy!” The boy beside him was overjoyed at Wen Song’s reaction.

They had suffered enough because of Wen Song!

No matter where they went, she would follow, even to the restroom.

She called it: Shao An is my Fiancé, so I have to follow him.

Because of her, they couldn’t even relax at Dream Bar to watch the girls dance.

Now, she had finally given up!

“An-ge! Let’s go hang out at Dream Bar tonight!” someone immediately shouted.

“Yeah, yeah! Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!”

But Shao An remained silent, just glancing once more in the direction Wen Song had left before turning away.

He hoped she really wouldn’t pester him anymore.

After filling out the intention form, Wen Song wandered around near the school. Since it was a school for the Nobility, the surrounding facilities were extremely well-developed, with everything for eating, drinking, and entertainment readily available.

This was her first time observing this world from the outside.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would be living in this world from now on. Since that was the case, thoroughly understanding this world was the foundation for her survival.

Wen Song looked up. The green light from the sky poured down as always, while the red and purple clouds drifted like poisonous mushrooms bewitched by a witch in a fairy tale, swirling in her pupils.

Countless luxurious buildings surrounded the Green Tower.

The Green Tower stood like a massive beacon, resolutely towering between heaven and earth, overlooking all of humanity and gathering them into its embrace.

Wen Song couldn’t help but think:

If one day, the Green Tower were to collapse, what would become of this world?

Would humanity be devoured bit by bit by the Pollution Zone?

Or would the Pollution Zone be purified and reclaimed?

“Young lady, are you interested in a gene match?”

A hand suddenly reached out, stuffing a flyer into Wen Song’s arms.

Wen Song turned around and saw that an old man had appeared beside her at some point, startling her.

Although she hadn’t fully released her mental senses just now, she should have been able to detect any movement around her immediately.

This was muscle memory brought by the apocalypse.

Yet this old man had managed to approach her without her noticing.

Wen Song took a step back, watching the old man in front of her without betraying any emotion. He was smiling broadly, holding a thick stack of flyers as he looked at her.

Gene matching?

Wen Song searched her mind for a long time before recalling a bit of information about gene matching.

Gene matching, simply put, was using the most advanced genetic technology to match you with the most suitable husband.

Once a gene match was completed, it would be uploaded to the Empire’s gene bank, forcibly making the two people husband and wife.

This was the Empire’s method for preserving the finest human bloodlines.

But since the people matched by gene matching were unpredictable, the Nobility would rather marry a useless noble than someone unknown who could offer them no benefit, and then enjoy themselves outside of marriage. As a result, this technology had been shelved for many years.

“No, thank you.”

Not to mention that Wen Song already had a Fiancé-even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t need such a method.

She had just taken a step when Wen Song suddenly sensed danger. Instantly, she reflexively dodged, her body retreating more than ten steps in a flash.
In the next instant, she saw the old man who had just greeted her with a smile now standing where she had been a moment ago, looking at her with some surprise. “Little Guide, you’re quite impressive.”

But in the very next moment, his figure flickered like a ghost, and he grabbed her arm in a flash.

It felt like being bitten by a mosquito.

Before Wen Song could fight back, the old man had already retreated to his previous position.

In his hand gleamed a drop of her fingertip blood.

Wen Song narrowed her eyes sharply. What a ghostly movement.

So this is a Sentinel?

Her physical condition was poor. Even though she had deliberately tried to improve her fitness over the past three days, a body pampered since childhood couldn’t be trained up in just a few days.

She was no match for this old man.

Seeing that Wen Song didn’t retaliate, the old man grinned slyly and winked at her. “Don’t be afraid, little girl. I’m just using your blood to test the latest gene matching technology.”

“Who knows, maybe you’ll be matched with some outstanding young talent.”

With that, the old man dropped the blood into a portable round device.

The device whirred to life, and under Wen Song’s gaze, countless pieces of information scrolled inside it.

Wen Song looked at the silver sphere floating in the air. She had thought that gene matching required going to some designated institution and using complicated machines.

She hadn’t expected it to be so simple.

The old man glanced at Wen Song’s expression and, in just 0.001 seconds, guessed what she wanted to say. He snorted heavily.

“If it weren’t for the Nobility’s opposition, this system could be directly implanted into everyone’s Light Brain.”

Gene matching anytime, anywhere.

You could know who your future spouse was at any moment.

It would be easy to select the most suitable partner without even leaving home, and you wouldn’t even need to pay the cost of an online romance.

“After a successful match, you can even monitor your partner’s location in real time~” The old man looked at Wen Song meaningfully.

Wen Song frowned. If she weren’t a little curious about who her gene match would be, she would have left already.

She was quite looking forward to it-what if her gene match wasn’t that Northern Frontier General?

What would the Wen Family do then-

Ding-

The analysis results were out.

Wen Song’s Light Brain on her wrist vibrated. The matching data had already been transmitted to her Light Brain in real time.

[Welcome, 8th customer, to the ‘Are You a Match’ gene matching system. Congratulations! It took you only 10 seconds to detect your most suitable partners, beating 99.9% of users nationwide.]

[Your matches are: **, **, **, **, **, **. As a new user of the gene system, you receive a beginner’s benefit: the first character of each match’s name will be revealed.]

[Qin*, Huo**, Zhou**, Yun*, Yun*, Lin*. Only two steps left to fully unlock the names. Click to recommend the gene matching system and speed up the unlocking!]

Wen Song: …

Old man: …

“Heh heh.”

Wen Song turned around and walked back the way she came without hesitation.

She wasn’t that curious after all.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!! Wait! Wait!” The old man quickly caught up, looking guilty. “Just joking with you, little girl. Why so impatient?”

With that, the old man quickly entered a string of codes.

In the next moment, countless fireworks blossomed on Wen Song’s Light Brain.

[Congratulations! You have successfully unlocked your gene matches. They are: Qin Xu, Huo Ersi, Zhou Zhiyu, Yun He, Yun Xiao, Lin En.]

[You have the rare physique of a woman with multiple matches. If you need a husband-taming tutorial, it’s only 1,000 Empire Coins: ‘Zero Foundation, Teach You How to Manage Multiple Men in One Hour’.]

Wen Song’s gaze fixed on that long string of names. She looked up at the old man, a little uncertain.

“You mean… these are all my matches?”

Six!

What kind of joke is this!!

At the same time, in different parts of the Empire-

Six people’s Light Brains rang out simultaneously.

[Congratulations on your successful gene match. The system has uploaded your and your match No. 008’s information to the Empire Marriage System. Wishing you a happy marriage.]