-1-

Surprisingly, Ms. X was not harmed after drinking Angel’s homemade soy milk.

Perhaps it was because after drinking the soy milk, Ms. X began to make "love and peace" gestures between the Angels and M, and she was almost pulling out the employee communication private code, using her personal signature and chat records to prove her loyalty to the "Angels belong to M" party;

Or perhaps it was because Mr. P noticed Ms. M glaring coldly at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, so he immediately said, "Ms. M, please don't glare at your colleagues like that. Besides, she just drank a drink you didn't want to. Instead, you should thank her. After all, wasting food is not good."

...In short, Miss X survived successfully.

Instead, Mr. P died twice this morning.

-2-

When I arrived at the office building, I opened the car door for my boss and was about to open the car door for my colleague when my boss pointed his finger at a data light spot.

One time, a dump truck suddenly appeared and hit them, and another time, the dump truck that hit them backed up and ran over them.

-3-

"Looks really pretty, Little P."

His boss bounded lightly onto the steps, the hem of her pleated skirt swirling like petals.

She put her hands behind her back and turned around in front of his shattered body with a smile.

"What a beautiful color! Even prettier than the spicy omelet you make yourself. —Because Xiao P's omelet always ends up getting messy?"

Mr. P: “…”

-4-

Mr. P wanted to argue that he was just distracted accidentally when he was making the omelet. The reason for his distraction was that his boss leaned over from behind and asked, "Mr. P, your earrings are so beautiful today. Can I bite them off with my mouth?"

Hearing such a question at seven in the morning, the fact that he was only able to make a pancake instead of smashing the frying pan was already the result of his hard work.

——But the boss won’t listen.

He couldn't tell, he was in the shape of an omelet.

-5-

Then again, when did the boss set the dump truck trap... since that conversation in the car regarding the "dump truck accident"?

"It started earlier than that, Little P," Miss M said with a grin. "Since the first time you refused to tell me where the car music came from."

Mr. P: “…”

-6-

"I'm sorry to trouble you."

——An hour later, Mr. P, who had finally been resurrected, responded like this.

After entering the office, he walked around his boss who was hanging upside down on his office chair blowing bubble gum, while lowering his head to adjust his clothes, secretly thanking himself for the default formatting of bloodstains in the system world.

Although he had endured 49 years of suffering from his superiors, Mr. P rarely saw blood on his body in the system world.

This world will quickly format the wounds on the undead, and after resurrection, the undead will still return to the state before their death.

This "formatting" is the default setting of the system world. To be precise, it will not only format the bloodstains, but also everything that changes when the undead dies, and change the state of the undead to the initial state before encountering death.

For example, before Mr. P died of glass shards piercing his throat, he accidentally fell and spilled his maple coffee, staining his hoodie with coffee.

So after he was resurrected, there were no blood holes or scars, and his clothes had no signs of being damaged by glass fragments, but one still has to regret the coffee stains on his hoodie - because spilled coffee was his initial state before death.

Knife marks, nail marks, perforation wounds, comminuted fractures, clothes shattered into pieces by explosions or impacts, and limbs stuck together...all of these will also be formatted with the resurrection.

It's not like some animations where the character's "original" naked body is directly restored after being resurrected or becoming stronger.

Otherwise, Ms. M would never watch her subordinates encounter accidents with such interest. She would immediately eliminate any danger that might approach her subordinates.

-7-

No one can see Xiao P without clothes.

Don't think about anyone.

Don't think about it.

-8-

That's getting off topic.

In short, as an ordinary civil servant, Mr. P's daily life is not very bloody.

It's okay to clean up the mess for your boss, because the blood from the mess usually won't splash on him, and the blood in the mess will be formatted quickly. Only occasionally does Mr. P need to use a broom and mop to collect and organize it for faster formatting.

It would be even more okay to wipe the blood-stained parts of the boss's body and help him wash his blood-stained clothes. How could the boss who was touched by dirty things be compared with himself who was stained with blood?

You say he "only cares about whether there is blood on his body", but he can calmly kneel in a pool of blood to wipe his boss's feet.

You say he "doesn't care about the blood after being persecuted by his superiors", but every time he encounters an accident, he will still take the time to tidy up his clothes, check his instruments, and clean his hands. Even if the world has been completely formatted, he will go through this process to ensure that there is no blood on his body.

…Anyway, he's a civilian with somewhat strange perceptions and bottom lines.

-9-

Today, Mr. P also went through the process carefully. After confirming that there was no blood, he walked towards the small coffee table in the office.

He picked up the tray.

"I'll go get the coffee. Since you refused soy milk this morning, could I prepare some fruit juice for your morning work drink?"

Miss M, who was hanging upside down on Little P's office chair, suddenly turned over and her legs stopped swinging towards the sky and started kicking the table.

"Then, I want the iced ones. They're iced fruit juices with an orange straw that makes a 'crackling' sound when you suck on them."

Mr. P smiled like the warm winter sun.

"No. In winter, you can only drink hot fruit juice."

"Little P you——"

"That's all for today, Ms. M. You subtly exceeded your limit today, so that counts as two... so please stop threatening with force."

"Why—"

"Otherwise, cancel the pigeon soup tonight."

“…”

-10-

Ten minutes later, a cup of hot fruit juice was served to Miss M.

Miss M's face fell.

Mr. P: "Ms. M, this is not a ladylike expression. Your hot fruit juice even has an orange straw inserted into it."

Ms. M: ...He's putting a straw in the hot fruit juice. Does he want to scald me to death?

"Do you want to murder your boss, Little P?"

"Not really. Not every boss has a tongue as sensitive as yours, Miss M, and you asked for the straw yourself."

“…”

The subordinates should be run over by dump trucks more often.

Grind it a few more times.

-12-

Miss M started poking at the straw with a sullen look, while Mr. P started working while standing.

After all, his boss was sitting in his chair and he could only stand.

...The chair, the straw, and the fish-fishing activity while holding a piece of hot fruit all belong to the boss; he is only responsible for his work.

Mr. P had no complaints. It was better for her boss to slack off at work than for her to go on a mission. When the boss was slacking off at work, she would at most mess with his toys, but after going on a mission, she would create a mountain of complaint reports.

And he knew that his boss would never be scalded by hot fruit juice with a straw. She liked to play with the straw of any drink that required a straw for more than ten minutes until it got cold, and then she would yell at him that it was not hot enough.

So he would always make the drinks hotter, especially in winter, so that by the time his boss finished playing with the straw and decided to enjoy it, the temperature would be just right.

After all, she is the boss and I have to serve her well.

-13-

"That's right, Little P."

“…”

"Xiao P~ Let me ask you~"

“…”

"Little P, little P, little P!"

Mr. P temporarily pressed the maintenance tasks that kept popping up on the screen.

He smiled back and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"Xiao P, I noticed it when you were still dying down there~"

Ms. M, who was swiping the straw, spoke with a very deliberate and obvious tilde in her voice: "There seems to be some very important document on your desk~ It's marked in red~ It says 'immediate processing'~ It was sent by the main system last night~"

“…Where are the documents?”

"I sat on it, and it was just under my skirt."

“…”

-14-

As the provocation deepened, a deliberate wavy pattern almost appeared in Miss M's sweet smile.

Today was also the day to try to provoke Xiao P into anger. Even if he didn't get angry, he could just ask her to hand over the documents, and then she could say a few words of teasing...Teasing him with words was a new way of teasing she had discovered in recent years. It seemed that teasing Xiao P could shake him up more than threatening him...Hehehe...

Mr. P said nothing.

He walked over, stretched out his hand, leaned over, and put his arm around Miss M's shoulders.

He held her waist, lifted her up, put her on the table, picked up the documents, and then carried her back.

By the way, I also straightened my boss's pleated skirt, which was a little wrinkled when she sat down to work on the documents.

Ms. M: “…”

-15-

Mr. P walked back to the screen with the documents, and Miss M was still sitting in the chair.

The straw in the cup swayed.

"...Xiao P, ha, you really have no shame. Didn't you always say before that you would reduce physical contact with me outside of the night and maintain a sense of distance between superiors and subordinates? Now you've broken your promise..."

"Miss M, I don't prefer to restrain myself."

Mr. P, with his back to her, flipping through documents, said calmly, "A life of self-restraint will always lack much happiness. If it is for greater happiness, necessary restraint is appropriate, but at the moment I haven't encountered happiness worth restraining myself from."

"And I've experienced an extra dump truck today, so I can be direct with you during work hours today."

Isn't it just hugging your boss whole, carrying him away whole, and finally putting him down whole?

I've done a lot of other things like this, just hug her and cuddle her, just do it directly.

As adults, the subtle changes in their relationship in recent years have long been directly exploited by both parties in their daily struggles.

Just like Miss M in recent years found that teasing words like "kiss, hug, muah" could shake him more than threats of force, Mr. P in recent years also developed some subtle feelings for Miss M.

“Ex-partner who was divorced years ago but can’t live apart due to work pressures”, well, that’s probably how it can be summed up.

Mr. P, who had developed a subtle feeling of being his ex-husband, was not stingy in being frank, nor did he have any thoughts of always being restrained and polite.

-16-

This was Miss M, his craziest boss. Blindly being restrained and polite would only bore her...

Make her lose interest.

So, he won't avoid... nor will he hide.

-17-

"Xiao P, you've been really...tsk...what on earth are you thinking about, you crazy idiot..."

"Wait a moment, Miss M."

Mr. P turned around and raised the open document in his hand to her.

"Master System Assignment. You have an urgent mission."

-18-

I wonder if my colleagues still remember that on the so-called "New Year's Day" in the real world, Mr. T from the business maintenance department, P's friend and fitness enthusiast, completed his working hours, fulfilled his last wish, and resigned smoothly.

After the fitness fanatic undead left the company, [T]'s employee ID remained in the maintenance department's files, waiting for the next undead to become [T].

However, for various reasons, there have been very few personnel changes in the maintenance department.

Moreover, the recruitment situation in the system world has been very tight in recent years. Even if there are undead that meet the requirements, they will be quickly snatched up by several large departments such as the operations department and the procurement department, and the maintenance department can basically not recruit anyone.

The top boss, M, simply rejected all the new hires. His reason was very strange: "The only new hire in the maintenance department is Little P. I don't want that saintly father to have another subordinate to shower his love and care on."

In the end, the position of [T]ID remained vacant.

Ms. R, the head of the maintenance department, also thought: There is no rush anyway. The business maintenance department has enough staff. It has only been a few days since [T] left. After the annual leave, we will consider filling this position next year.

-19-

Who would have known that in the purchasing department, an employee with excellent qualifications took the initiative to apply for a transfer.

I hope to be transferred from the purchasing department to the maintenance department and become the new Mr. "T".

Because that employee had very good qualifications, and even paid a considerable salary and mortgaged most of his working hours - therefore, his transfer application was directly approved by the mechanical subsystem ("Stupid humans, this is a lucrative business"). Before Miss M knew it, he became the new generation of Mr. T in the maintenance department.

Of course, in theory, Miss M was only the head of the Horror Maintenance Department, and she had never bothered to care about personnel changes outside of the Horror Maintenance Department.

As a superior, Ms. M's management spirit is to slack off. She only likes to carry out tasks, so as long as the transferred employee does not provoke her, there will be no big problem.

...But the question is, the first thing the new Mr. T did after becoming T was...

It means betting all your savings, hours, and qualifications in your employee career to apply to join the terrifying maintenance department.

-20-

The personnel changes involving the Terror Maintenance Department immediately alarmed the main system.

That day, the main system came to Mr. P in person to discuss this matter.

From a system perspective, there is absolutely no reason to reject this transfer application.

From a management perspective, Mr. T is excellent in all aspects and is an impeccable employee.

But based on the main system's understanding of M...

It was afraid that this outstanding employee would be chopped up by Miss M and turned into dumpling filling, and then directly wrapped into a black hole in the universe.

If you dare to touch her territory without her knowledge, it will definitely make M go crazy and kill everyone from the office to its door.

-twenty one-

Unfortunately, an accident happened that day, and Mr. P and the main system fell into the small world, and they did not deal with the matter immediately.

Now, when Mr. P opens the file sent from the main system, the most important thing to deal with is no longer "Mr. T's application for transfer to the Terror Maintenance Department."

Rather, it is "Mr. T, a former outstanding employee of the Purchasing Department who applied for transfer to the Terror Maintenance Department. While trying to go through the transfer procedures for the Terror Maintenance Department, he was attacked by the undead and fell into the Terror World 198. He applied for rescue by the head of the Terror Maintenance Department."

Unlike Mr. P, who had too little experience, Mr. T seemed to have held a high position in the purchasing department before, so the rescue request he issued became an urgent task assigned to Ms. M.

There were rescue missions, undead attacks, a candidate for the maintenance department, and a solid background in the purchasing department...

Once these buffs are fully stacked, the employee must be rescued as soon as possible.

Being targeted by the undead outside the system world is no joke. It is a real "swallowing" and the employees will never have a chance to be resurrected.

-twenty two-

Mr. P acted decisively, manipulated the data, and sent his superior to carry out the task.

He did not tell Miss M about the complicated background, but only explained that the situation was critical and that the employee was in distress and was about to be devoured by the undead.

Miss M left immediately without wasting half a minute asking any more questions.

...I didn't ask too many questions, probably because I trusted him to make all the preparations behind the scenes.

-twenty three-

Mr. P looked away.

Only after his boss disappeared through the portal did he lower his eyes and slowly flip through the records that were transmitted separately from the main system under the file.

Transfer application.

Request access to the maintenance department.

Apply to enter the Horror Maintenance Department.

One, one, and another, as if urging them to come, without a moment's pause.

Ignoring Miss M's advice, quietly bypassing her eyes and ears, and attempting to directly invade the boss's territory through the mechanical subsystem...

What does Mr. T want to do?

And, as far as I know...

-twenty four-

The 26 employee IDs of the maintenance department are very special. Miss M had already assigned them to different departments and determined the number of departmental positions at the beginning of the department's establishment.

Employee ID represents the position and also the department quota.

R is in charge of the maintenance department, 9 employees including ABC belong to the love maintenance department, 14 employees including XYT belong to the business maintenance department, and M and P belong to the terror maintenance department.

These job divisions have never changed.

Before, Miss M’s terrifying maintenance department was just “a position with ID P left vacant, but no one had passed her approval to become P”.

Because, in the Horror Maintenance Department, there are only two positions: M and P.

Since no one is P, there is naturally only M.

Now Mr. T wants to transfer to the Horror Maintenance Department...

-25-

In other words, do you want to squeeze him out and become "P"?

A transfer request that could shake even the subsystem...

-26-

Mr. P flipped through the densely packed application records, and on the next page, the employee's extensive qualifications came into view.

-27-

He laughed.

"What an outstanding senior."

-28-

...What a pity.