In fact, Tokumon's thoughts weren't empty words.
After throwing a First Aid, he stood in the middle of the office and threw a Library Usage and Detection.
The Library Usage skill was limited to use in front of the library or bookshelves. It was a very good search skill for specific information and could often lead to unexpected clues. Detection was even more obvious. It was recognized by all S-level trainees as an absolute godly skill.
[Your throw result is 18/30. Detection successful.]
[As a professional and experienced survivor, you can easily discover some unusual things in this small office. For example, there is another bookshelf behind this bookshelf against the wall. For example, something that seems to have been hurriedly stuffed somewhere else to hide.]
[Your throw result is 11/40. Library Usage successful.]
[Very fortunately, you found some books or notes that you need from the large bookshelves on the three sides of the office. They may be related to the clues left behind by the five teams of survivors who entered the Ultra S-level dungeon 20 years ago. However, if you want to explore further, you need to manually filter them.]
After two successful throws, the Yin Yang Master's expression became more and more suspicious.
If the previous First Aid and lucky success could be reluctantly explained as coincidence, then the current situation clearly revealed the problem.
When he and Magician were experimenting previously, they didn't hit a single one of the five dice. They were already extremely unlucky. It was really flattering to suddenly succeed four times in a row.
However, now wasn't the time to think about this.
Magician wasn't here. Even if the Yin Yang Master wanted to show off his sudden luck, he couldn't. In the eyes of others, he was still the unlucky Tokumon.
At this thought, the Yin Yang Master gave up.
He first put the suspicion of his sudden good luck to the back of his mind. He lowered his head and began to flip through the clues and notes that he had found on the bookshelves and other parts of the desk after the two successful throws.
There were a total of five clues.
Generally speaking, survivors wouldn't choose the most straightforward way to leave clues.
The first reason was that although the survivor had left the dungeon, the time in the dungeon continued to pass, and there were too many variables.
Besides, survivors weren't the only ones in the dungeon. For example, S-Ranked and Super S-Ranked dungeons were small worlds of their own. The NPCs in the dungeons were the natives, and the survivors were just passersby who had intruded into their lives.
If a Dungeon NPC were to see the diary or notes left behind, it would trigger even more variables.
It wasn't like this had never happened before. The NPCs in the dungeon inadvertently discovered the diary that the survivors hid before they left. Because there were too many clues left in the diary, the NPCs deduced the existence of the infinite loop. They even speculated the time when the survivors would enter the dungeon again.
What was even more frightening was that it was an S rank dungeon.
Therefore, when the next batch of survivors entered, the dungeon NPCs, who had long known of their existence, decided to beat them at their own game and killed them collectively. Out of the three teams of survivors, only two survived in the end.
After that, the survivors created their own set of passwords and symbols to transmit messages. Some survivors even paid points to make a deal with the main system, asking the main system to help encrypt the message. When the time came for survivors to come in, it would be decrypted through the system.
However, this was a Super S-Ranked dungeon. Not only would their abilities be removed, but the system also couldn't bypass the plane's authority to encrypt it.
Tu Yumiemon carefully flipped through the items, and after careful consideration, he finally found a diary.
He was 100% sure that this diary was left behind by the survivors who entered this dungeon 20 years ago because he saw the symbols that the survivors used to communicate on the first page. There were even a few years of records.
However, when he flipped open the book, it was blank.
It wasn't exactly blank because some of the pages had obviously been torn off by brute force. There were quite a few torn off, almost half of it.
The Yin Yang Master flipped the book over and over again, and when she saw the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.
Tokumon suddenly remembered the symbol that he and Magician had seen at the entrance of the underground farm.
When they saw it, both of them had noticed it at the same time. Although the lines engraved on it were very old, the paint on the symbol seemed to have been applied not long ago.
Then, she contacted the contact information on the diary …
The Yin Yang Master clutched the diary tightly and suddenly folded it neatly. She lifted her skirt and tied it around her waist.
Although she was shocked, there was no doubt about it now.
The survivors who entered this dungeon 20 years ago might not have died!
Previously, Tokumon was influenced by inertia. After all, if he didn't complete the main mission, he would also die.
However, now the new paint on the symbol and the contact information that was constantly updated in the diary proved that there were survivors.
Tokumon suppressed the shock in his heart, but at the same time, he was deeply confused.
Why would this diary be in a secret room that was obviously well-decorated and well-hidden?
If the survivors didn't die, 20 years had passed. Based on the cruel situation of human survival in this dungeon, where would they be?
.....
On the other hand, Zong Jiu, who followed behind the sika nurse, also arrived at the destination safely.
Looking at the snow-white corridor in front of him, the huge red cross, and the ubiquitous smell of disinfectant and the words "Veterinary Hospital" on the plaque, Zong Jiu knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Human, why are you still standing there, come in."
The sika said impatiently. She showed the pocket watch on her chest to the black parrot at the door and walked in with the white-haired youth.
The hospital was completely white.
However, this didn't mean that there was no one inside.
On the contrary, not only were there many animals, there were also many people.
This was the first time Zong Jiu saw a slightly normal human in this Super S level dungeon. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Many people who were simply naked or wearing only hospital gowns were standing in the corridor, shivering.
They were all dirty and smelly. Their eyes were sharp and direct as they looked at Zong Jiu, full of unknown malice.
"Look at his white hair …"
"I see it, after my surgery, I'll dye it too."
"Tsk, I wonder what kind of expensive breed he is pretending to be."
"To be able to get an appointment for surgery, he must have sold his ass a lot. Why is he pretending to be noble?"
Zong Jiu ignored the whispers between them, and his gaze swept over their backs.
Without exception, these people had a deep red seal on their backs.
The words on the seal were "chicken", "duck", and even "pig" and "cow". It was similar to the words "quarantine qualified" printed on pigs in human society.
These extremely insulting words made Magician raise his brows.
He still remembered the humans he and Tokumon saw in the farm.
The humans who were eating pig food in the pigsty had the word "pig" printed on their backs.
Similarly, the humans who were constantly producing and mating in the breeding factory had the word "rat", "chicken", or "duck" printed on their backs.
The butchers in the slaughterhouse chopped off the heads and disemboweled the animals were mostly "cow" or "pig".
The "cow" and "pig" were raised to be white and plump, with large lumps of fat on their bodies.
The "rat" and "chicken" and "duck", on the other hand, were malnourished and emaciated.
The series of discussions made the sika deer even more displeased. It scolded them coldly, "Shut up!"
In the next moment, the humans who were queuing in the corridor trembled as they knelt down, pressing their heads to the ground and kissing the sika deer's hooves.
There were even some people who took off their clothes on the spot, twisted their bodies, and stuck to him as if they were trying to flatter him.
Zong Jiu realized that such situations were not rare.
Some of the humans and hospital staff openly engaged in sexual intercourse in the corner, the scene was extremely disgusting.
Recalling the "price" they had mentioned in their whispers, Zong Jiu could roughly guess what they had done in exchange for the surgery opportunity.
Because they knew nothing.
What could the humans who came out of the breeding factory and fought for food in the pigsty learn? Other than their biological instincts, they knew nothing else. This was the only thing they could rely on.
As for the surgery …
Zong Jiu bypassed the people who were queuing and looked at the operating theater that was lit up at the front.
The operating theater was simple and crude. Even the door was not completely closed. It was slightly ajar.
Through the gap, he could see the surgery going on inside.
The fox doctor in a white coat held a dirty scalpel in one hand and a bloody surgical scissors in the other. He impatiently gestured at the face of the human lying on the operating table.
"What do you want to look like?"
The fox doctor held a cigarette in his mouth and asked coldly.
"Doc … Doctor!"
The human sounded agitated. "I want to become a cat!"
"Cat?"
The fox doctor sneered and spat out the cigarette in his mouth. "With your looks, even if you undergo surgery a hundred times, you will never become a breed that the aristocrats like."
"Then, then what should I do?"
"What should I do? You were born a lowly chicken. Let's see if I can turn you into a mongrel or something. "
The fox doctor twirled the scalpel in his hand and said disdainfully, "Don't move."
In the next second, a blood-curdling scream sounded in the narrow operating theater.
He did not know what kind of medicine was applied, but the bloody skin on the human's face was peeled off.
From the looks of it, the surgery was obviously not equipped with anesthetics. The pain could be felt just by listening to the sound.
Zong Jiu understood.
The surgery that the veterinarian and the sika nurse were talking about was actually cosmetic surgery. It was also the only chance for these humans to transform from lowly to highly-skilled. It was a path that they had to fight for.
After all, it was human.
Even in human society, animals were divided into classes.
Some animals were born more equal than others.
For example, cute cats and lively dogs were born to be kept at home as pets.
Chickens and ducks, on the other hand, lay eggs from the moment they were born.
Pigs and cows squeezed into the pigsty and cow pen. The meaning of their lives was to eat continuously, just for the moment when humans slaughtered them and took their meat.