CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 115 UP, MY HOUSE HAS CRACKED_2

He had just returned to the nursing home. In his mind, the system’s voice rang out again.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing all tasks related to the event. The relevant individuals have been duly punished, task completion 100%."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu furrowed his brows, slightly puzzled.

Only 100% completion?

This time, he had ensured that Liang Shuqi, along with various individuals guilty of instigation and slander—a total of sixty-nine people—were sent to prison. All of their sentences combined had exceeded two hundred years.

Could it be because Zhang Wei reduced their sentences?

Normally, without a lawyer’s help, these people’s sentences would definitely have far exceeded this amount.

The system’s voice then interrupted his thoughts: "Ding! Congratulations to the host. Based on the completion, you will receive a random task reward."

Qin Mu put that thought aside and quickly opened the system panel. He used up all his remaining 200 luck points, setting the effect duration for ten seconds. Then he excitedly awaited the system’s reward draw.

I hope to get something awesome this time.

The effectiveness of luck points was time-limited; the longer the duration, the weaker the effect. Conversely, concentrating it into ten seconds meant it was almost entirely dedicated to this draw.

Seconds later, the system’s voice rang out again: "Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have randomly obtained the skill ’God-Level Culinary Arts.’ Master this skill, and regardless of the ingredients used, you can cook sublime dishes. Warm reminder: God-level skills far surpass grandmaster-level skills."

In the system’s panel, a new skill option quickly appeared.

Looking at this skill, Qin Mu couldn’t help but fall into deep thought, somewhat speechless.

That’s it?

He had spent all 200 luck points just to obtain such an underwhelming skill. And it claimed he could make divine dishes out of any ingredient... Hell, no way he could make a divine dish out of a pile of crap, right? The key issue is, even if it smells good, no one would dare to eat it.

What a loss this time.

After a moment, he shook his head and consoled himself: Better something than nothing. It’s just perfect; I won’t have to order takeout anymore and can cook for myself.

After the recent takeout incident, he had indeed been planning to cook at home. But this also indirectly showed that luck points didn’t significantly affect the system’s random rewards. When it says random, it really means random.

Next time I get luck points, I should just buy lottery tickets instead, Qin Mu couldn’t help but mutter.

「Zizhou.」

In a high-end residential complex, it was three o’clock in the afternoon. On a huge two-point-two-meter bed, Qing Lan, dressed in a sheer nightgown, stretched lazily. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and got up to wash and freshen up.

Last night, after watching Qin Mu’s video, she had bantered with her viewers—a mix of playful teasing and mock sparring—streaming until four in the morning. This was her streaming schedule: from eleven at night until four in the morning. Then she would sleep until three in the afternoon.

Maybe I’ll order some takeout?

After freshening up, she touched her rumbling stomach. Just as she was about to pick up her phone, she incidentally noticed a crack, a few millimeters wide, on the TV wall in her living room. The crack was very long, running directly from the ceiling to the floor.

What’s going on? Did the latex paint crack? She was startled and hurriedly went to inspect it closely. But she found that not only the TV wall but small cracks had also appeared on other walls throughout her home. The cracks ran from top to bottom. Though not large, they were alarming.

What exactly happened? She swallowed nervously. She instantly forgot about ordering takeout and quickly picked up her phone, intending to call property management and report the situation.

As soon as she unlocked her phone, she saw a 99+ message notification from the Building 7 homeowners’ group. Curiously, she opened the buzzing homeowners’ chat group.

"I just got back from outside the complex. I saw a crack over ten meters long on the exterior wall of Building 7!"

"I’ve found many cracks in my apartment too. I initially thought it was just the latex paint cracking."

"What’s really going on? There couldn’t have been an earthquake, could there? I didn’t feel any tremors."

"I just went to ask some professionals in the construction field, and they said that it’s highly likely someone was renovating their home and knocked down a load-bearing wall!"

"..."

After reading these discussions, Qing Lan’s face turned pale. She quickly changed her clothes and ran out of Building 7. From the outside, a massive crack was indeed visible on the building’s exterior wall, clear to the naked eye! This was the cause of the cracks of various sizes appearing in everyone’s apartments throughout the building!

Could someone really have knocked down a load-bearing wall? She swallowed nervously again and reopened the chaotic homeowners’ group chat.

"Damn! It looks terrifying from the outside. Who would dare to continue living inside?"

"But what can we do if we don’t stay? I only have this one apartment; I can’t just go out and rent, can I?"

"Which owner knocked down a load-bearing wall during their renovation?"

"@Owner of 401, I just went door-to-door and found the culprit—it was their renovation that knocked down the load-bearing wall!"

"..."

In the homeowners’ group, there were new developments. A proactive homeowner had gone through all thirty floors and found an apartment undergoing renovation. They took photos of the demolished load-bearing wall and posted them in the group. In the photos, a huge load-bearing wall was mostly demolished. Its rebar had also been cut and was scattered everywhere.