Is Su Su pitiful?
Bai Nian didn’t think so.
If circumstances allowed, she even wanted to give the other party a good lesson.
This was her karma.
Since Bai Nian had taken over from her, she naturally had to pay it back.
There was nothing left to see in Su Su’s dream, so she planned to leave.
“But how do I leave?”
Bai Nian wondered as she sensed around.
Before she could even think it through, with just a single thought, the surrounding scene collapsed in an instant.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and the ceiling of the rented room came into view.
The curtains beside her let in a faint, dim light.
Bai Nian drew back the curtains and glanced outside; the sky was already faintly bright.
“I didn’t expect a dream to last the whole night.”
She no longer felt sleepy and had no intention of continuing to sleep.
Having gained a clear understanding of her professional abilities made her quite happy, but on the other hand, having no combat skills left her feeling somewhat empty.
“Today, I’ll go to the Careerist Association to find a job.”
Bai Nian sighed.
Every city had an official Careerist Association established to assess the abilities of everyday professions and allocate reasonable jobs accordingly.
Of course, this wasn’t mandatory; if you awakened a combat profession, you could also go into business.
But that would be turning the world upside down, because for a combat profession, making money was a hundred times easier than going into business…
Bai Nian suddenly sat up in bed, the blanket slipping off naturally.
The two little white rabbits hidden within were about to spring out, and the sixteen-degree air conditioning instantly gave her goosebumps all over.
“Ugh,”
she took a sharp breath, turned off the air conditioner, and hurriedly got out of bed.
She was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
Bai Nian tied her hair into a high ponytail, casually ate a piece of bread for breakfast, and headed toward the Careerist Association.
Since she was going to work according to her career plan, she would most likely truly become a Psychologist.
Bai Nian didn’t mind that at all—being able to make money was what mattered.
Everyday professions weren’t forced to enter the Disaster Gates, and even the gates discovered within the territory were protected to prevent everyday professionals from entering.
This was to stop them from raising the gate’s level—unless a regional-level gate appeared.
On the other hand, combat professionals were the pillars specially cultivated by the alliance.
In this post-apocalyptic world, if you wanted to develop, acquire resources, or dominate other alliances, you had to rely on these combat professionals.
High-level gates would have Counter Instances; the alliance on the winning side would gain massive resources, while the losing side would face random punishments.
Whether rewards or punishments, they affected all alliance residents—no one escaped.
Though it wouldn’t threaten individual lives, it would cause huge losses to the entire alliance, wasting years of development.
As Bai Nian pondered this, the taxi had already brought her to her destination.
“How much?”
she asked the driver.
“Fifty. You’re so pretty, I’ll give you forty-nine.”
“Thank you.”
So shady.
Bai Nian cursed silently.
Then she looked at the tall building not far ahead.
It was a narrow skyscraper over ten stories tall, its design inspired by the Disaster Gates.
The indoor plaza in the middle where the gate opened was the certification center for Careerists.
Careerists who came here were either newly awakened like Bai Nian or those whose businesses failed and who had to rely on their professions to work.
In any case, they were all visiting for the first time.
Led by a guide, Bai Nian entered a room where staff confirmed her identity and other information.
Because she was a native of Tianmu City and graduated from the Third High School, registration wasn’t as troublesome as she had imagined.
“Well then, Miss Bai, based on your profession and personal information, our comprehensive evaluation indicates that the most suitable job for you is as a Psychological Counselor.”
The staff member read from the form, then looked up at Bai Nian and pushed his glasses up his nose.
“How do you feel about that?”
“No problem.”
Bai Nian nodded.
Being a Psychological Counselor was quite lucrative in her other world.
“Next is the second round of testing. We’ll have a specialist assess your professional ability, and then issue a Certificate rating so you can officially start work.”
Soon, a burly man in work clothes entered the room.
He was a specialist in mental ability testing employed by the Careerist Association.
His profession was Purifier, capable of dispelling all negative influences.
“Mr. Zhang’s emotions are stable right now. Miss Bai, your task is to cause emotional fluctuations in him for the test to pass,”
the staff member explained.
Bai Nian nodded.
When it came to triggering emotions, anger and happiness were undoubtedly the easiest.
“What do you want me to do?”
Mr. Zhang asked.
Bai Nian stood up and approached him.
“Nothing. Just relax.”
Snap!
She snapped her fingers, and the nearly two-hundred-pound, 1.8-meter-tall man instantly fell asleep.
Unlike a Hypnotist, a Dream Invader could put a completely relaxed person to sleep in an instant.
Moreover, the dream she probed wasn’t dependent on whether he was dreaming; whatever she wanted to see, he would dream about.
A dream was a manifestation of the subconscious.
Bai Nian didn’t actually fall asleep—she simply closed her eyes and entered his dream.
The two staff members quietly took out pen and paper, waiting for the results.
After a moment, the man on the floor twitched, his face contorted in pain, and a tear slid from the corner of his eye.
His movements grew more intense as he struggled, apparently dreaming of something terrible.
“Yin Yin, don’t go!”
The man suddenly awoke with a start, already crying heavily.
His gaze was vacant as he lingered on the dream he’d just experienced.
“Sorry to have disturbed you,”
Bai Nian apologized proactively.
The man activated his ability to dispel negative emotions and waved his hand at her.
“No problem. It’s my duty.”
Meanwhile, the two staff members were dumbfounded, having forgotten to write anything down.
A person’s emotions would only break down into uncontrollable sobbing under extreme sadness, which was by far the hardest emotion to induce.
What’s more, their testers, due to their professions, already had a certain resistance to such things.
Could this really be done by a student who had just awakened?
“Is it done?”
Bai Nian asked impatiently.
The two staff members snapped back to reality.
“Miss Bai, please wait a moment.”
Soon, a Certificate was handed to Bai Nian, and she opened it to look.
“Fifth-tier Psychological Counselor?!”
“That’s right. This is the result of our comprehensive evaluation,”
one staff member nodded affirmatively.
Another spoke up, “Miss Bai, would you like to join the Careerist Association or work independently…”
“Join the Careerist Association,”
Bai Nian replied without hesitation.
Come on, she didn’t have any money to open her own place…
Joining the Careerist Association didn’t bind her in any way.
They would also announce her presence, allowing her to use their facilities—just with a small service fee.
As for when or how often she came, no one would care.
With the Certificate in hand, Bai Nian left the Careerist Association very satisfied.
She was in a good mood and couldn’t help but sigh, “Now I can make money on my own.”
By the time she returned to her rented room, Bai Nian noticed a delivery hanging on her doorknob.
“Huh, I didn’t order anything.”
She checked the address and recipient carefully, confirming it was indeed for her.
Opening the door, Bai Nian placed the package on the table and unwrapped it.
Inside was a birthday cake.
She froze and glanced at her phone to check the date.
“So today is my birthday…”
[Whose birthday is spent typing on the keyboard, oh right, it’s mine.]