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17:35:52.

Nine to five, three meals a day provided, two days off per week, triple pay for overtime – truly a paradise for office workers.

Beneath countless dense forests of steel buildings, He Yu emerged from the building, coat in hand. In the brightly lit plaza before him, a group of people holding simple signs saw him and rushed towards him like madmen, shouting through the security personnel already forming a cordon: "Fuck you, Blood Source of All Things! You heartless Heavenly Gospel Company! Give me back my wife's life!"

"What a load of bullshit genetic modification experiment!"

"You will be punished!"

He Yu was stunned.

What the hell? It seems the board of directors isn't very considerate of its lower-level customers.

He didn't know how to respond. In fact, there was no need for someone of his level to reply. Those who were willing to play the victim would not be appeased by a few words. Besides, with the Gospel of Heaven currently in complete control, it was normal for someone to deliberately release some negative information.

He Yu put on his coat, feeling inexplicably cold. Just as he was about to hail a taxi back to his apartment, an explosion suddenly erupted behind him. The intense, exaggerated flames illuminated the entire building complex, making it look like a demonic realm. The bust standing at the corner of the building intersection was mostly destroyed in an instant, but it appeared even more dazzlingly golden. However, its appearance had become deformed, like a tumor or a lump of rotting, diseased flesh, with only one arm raised in a gesture of oath, a posture full of mockery.

Before he could react, he was engulfed by flames and burned to ashes.

Wake up.

It's time to wake up.