Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

——What is it like to be unable to complete a mission because of excessive social phobia?

Qiao Jiaying, whose id is the Hidden Old Man, squatted at the door of the Mercenary Relief Institute and sighed heavily.

"Why do I have to perform to change my job to a fortune teller? I haven't been able to successfully change my job after so long since the server was launched."

Qiao Jiaying is a quasi-social animal who has just graduated and has successfully found a job and started internship.

But he has severe social phobia.

It's not the kind of social phobia of a social terrorist, but the social phobia of a simple severe social phobia.

Even at work and meetings, he will involuntarily shrink into a ball, reduce his sense of existence to the minimum, and be a little transparent. Speaking in front of everyone will cost him his life. Even if his boss orders him, he will only say a few words of social phobia.

Except for posting on the forum behind his id, which is no problem for him, he can't do anything else that needs to be completed under the watchful eyes of the public.

Even his id is called "Hidden Old Man", Qiao Jiaying hopes that he can hide himself like his id until he dies of old age.

"I thought the fortune teller profession was related to thieves and assassins, but why does the job transfer task require performance right from the start!"

Seeing that Tranquility Sea, who received the task at the same time as him, has become a big boss in the fortune teller profession, and he hasn't completed the job transfer task yet, the hidden old man was very upset.

He also read the strategy post posted by Tranquility Sea, but unlike Tranquility Sea, a lone wolf player who is obviously a social terrorist, the hidden old man took a conventional route.

He first took the professions of mason and hunter, and then pasted the wall in a conventional way for a month, earned enough money to buy a set of Arcana cards, and then carefully read his own fortune.

"Reversed power, reversed victory, upright death... it's not a good result no matter how you look at it!"

He sighed, used [Magic Hands] and the grass on the roadside to weave a grasshopper, handed it to the little girl playing ball at the door of the orphanage, patted the dust on his hands, stood up, and said to himself: "Maybe this profession is really not suitable for me."

-But [Magic Hands] is really a very useful skill, and he is reluctant to give it up.

"Please make way." At this time, Father Pauli came over with a team of ten people. Those people looked very unfamiliar. There were men, women, and children. All of them had sunburned skin or darker skin color, and they all had something like a sports bracelet on their hands.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you! Please don't hit me!" A short boy stumbled accidentally and bumped into the hidden old man. The boy hurriedly apologized, as if he was afraid of being beaten.

"It's okay, it's okay." Feeling that the NPCs' eyes were all focused on him, the hidden old man's social phobia was about to strike again. He waved his hand quickly, stepped back a few steps, and watched the group of NPCs walk into the mercenary relief house. "Is this, a new plot?"

The NPCs quickly entered the building of the mercenary relief house. Although the hidden old man was a little curious about what the new plot was, these NPCs looked like real people, and their behavior and eyes were like real people. He really couldn't just treat them as a string of data.

——This damn social phobia!

He sighed deeply and reached into his pocket: "How about another fortune telling... Hey? Hey? Where are my cards???"

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