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was broken.

Resurrection again.

was broken.

Again……

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【There is no death at the end of the dead, only pain.】

This is a fallacy.

A fallacy that is only possible in the systems world.

Because the souls willing to become employees swear to abide by many rules.

[Do not covet living things, do not harm life, do not interfere with order, and do not seek eternal life]

...To the [Undead] who have lost their lives and future and are eternally wandering in death, these are too harsh and righteous rules.

But the undead who can become system employees are different.

System employees just want to hide in their daily work, relying on the energy provided by the main system, living in peace and stability, pretending to be "alive".

Therefore, the characteristic of system employees is "harmless"——

Unfortunately, “harmless” is also a synonym for “weak.”

So employees only live in the system world.

Like lambs that feed safely in the sheepfold.

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Fresh, ignorant, plump, and weak.

[Lambs to be slaughtered], in the eyes of all the evil and weird people outside the circle, system employees are just like this.

...But, decade after decade, century after century.

The lambs always graze peacefully and calmly. Their biggest worries in life are not wanting to work overtime, the annoyance of getting up early to punch in, and the fact that the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria are sold out again.

-4-

Why?

Because there is a shepherd outside the sheepfold.

The shepherd seems to have come from the end of all horrors. She is the dark shadow that eternally guards outside the sheepfold, an existence that mortals cannot look directly at.

Wherever she passed, wild beasts retreated, the sun lowered its head, and the sky overturned.

In her presence, the living will experience death, and the dead will feel fear.

Everything, everything, was just a toy that she could hold in her fingertips and play with.

——As terrifying as she is, as powerful as she is.

-5-

Therefore, no one dared to invade the shepherd's territory and capture her sheep.

No matter how fertile her territory is, no matter how fat her flock is.

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However, the shepherd has a bad little problem.

It seemed that she was born unable to stay in one post and guard the sheep honestly. She was always distracted by interesting things and wanted to play around.

In the past, when shepherds were herding sheep, they were not particularly careless, but they were not very careful either.

So, from time to time, a few sheep would get lost when they left the flock to forage.

Lost his way, lost his home, and left the shepherd's territory.

-7-

It will only become a corpse in the fangs of wild beasts.

After all, they are weak but tender, and they exude such a charming scent.

The lambs will not die in the sheepfold, but outside the sheepfold, there are too many dangers.

This is the employee's "True Death"... Devoured by an even more sinister spirit, shredded by an even more terrifying world... A deal reached, even at the cost of one's soul, is forged, and no matter how one is resurrected, they will still be toyed with...

Too many.

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Where are the shepherds? Where are the shepherds who are supposed to protect them?

——There is no right or wrong.

The shepherd's appearance seemed to be just a spontaneous act, and her protection seemed like a casual decision.

No one would condemn her dereliction of duty, and no one dared to.

Occasionally, the shepherd would count the number of sheep in the flock, and occasionally they would find some missing.

But even if we find, punish, and kill the beast that devours the sheep, what will happen?

Those who lurk after the weak and those who are evil and treacherous are impossible to kill.

If you want to blame someone, blame...

-9-

"...Really, too weak."

-10-

Seeing the source of the crack above slowly healing, Mr. P breathed a sigh of relief and slowly fell back to the ground.

He coughed violently, and his body, still cracked, shattered, healed, and shattered again with the vibration of his cough.

After all, no matter how lightly it is put—

He was also caught by the boss of the 199th world and turned into steamed bun filling, and then he was directly taken to the source in the shape of steamed bun filling.

It's not just because of the boss's attack. The distorted turbulence caused by the interweaving of time and space in the myriad worlds without any protection or preparation is enough to completely crush hundreds of thousands of undead.

Otherwise, why would the main system spend the most energy to build channels and platforms... Even Miss M would get injured due to a mistake in the shuttle... let alone him.

-11-

As a result, just now.

And because the female ghost boss had been driven half-crazy by Miss M's rampage—it seemed impossible to look directly at the rampaging Miss M. It was probably some kind of dangerous energy body, and Mr. P couldn't figure it out—he also couldn't figure out why he couldn't lose sanity no matter how hard he looked at it—

In short, the female ghost boss will not be able to regain consciousness in a short period of time.

After he had spent a lot of effort to speed up his resurrection and spoke out to stop Miss M before she completely destroyed the world—

In the back, the half-crazy boss chopped him up like bun stuffing again.

-12-

If Mr. P who was resurrected from standby before was in the shape of Mapo Tofu, now he looks like West Lake Tofu Soup.

...It was broken into pieces, into threads, so broken that he really didn't have the strength to put himself together.

Should he be thankful that the ghost girl's nails seemed to have special abilities, tearing and chopping him into pieces in an instant? When he died, he didn't even have time to see the splattered blood. He only noticed the chicken drumstick thrown away by his boss and the violent boss himself...

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain if you lost control because of the blood in front of your boss.

It has been shattered into its current state at the source of the world, and the edges of its soul have become transparent, so there is no need to worry about seeing blood.

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ah.

So tired.

…Even if I had to go through countless hardships to piece myself together, even if I gritted my teeth and persisted in locating my superior after putting myself together, even if I successfully found my superior and reunited with her… and successfully returned to the system world…

He has to go to the purchasing department for a meeting in the afternoon.

Open all afternoon.

-14-

Thinking of this, Mr. P stopped trying to get up.

He had no desire to put himself together.

So, he silently looked at the source (which had just been cut by his boss) which was now slowly healing, and decided to take five minutes to complain and adjust his work state.

-15-

Don't want to have a meeting.

I really want to take a vacation.

That's why he doesn't want to go out on field work—

I've said it many times, he's just an ordinary civil servant.

It can't carry a sickle weighing more than 4,000 kilograms, nor can it become a natural disaster to destroy the world.

He should just sit in his office and stay away from all the monsters and demons.

...However, no matter how many times he emphasized that he was just an ordinary civilian, and how many times he emphasized that he had no fighting power at all...

The strange thing is that few people around him have the awareness of "protecting him".

Even though he died tragically once a day on average, and even though he died so completely defenseless each time, everyone who knew him still subconsciously felt that—

-16-

Angels don't need to be protected

Perhaps, people always associate "being protected" with "being very weak", but Mr. P's temperament and image have nothing to do with "weakness".

But he really needs to be protected.

Clerk, newcomer, ordinary.

Weak, pitiful, helpless.

But no one would have thought that the "guardian angel"... The boss did notice his weakness, but went to another extreme...

Over the years, Mr. P gradually got used to this.

...No, to be exact, he didn't even have any process of "gradually getting used to it". It was as if he instantly adapted to being unprotected from the very beginning.

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Why?

...because of a boss who's always excessive, extreme, and particularly prone to bullying him? This has caused his expectations to be infinitely low, and as long as he "isn't bullied," he feels like he's won the lottery?

Because from the very beginning she had... ah, right.

-18-

[A deal was struck that could not be undone even at the cost of one's soul.]

Sure enough, it’s because of the boss.

That's why things have become like this now, unprotected, weak and with no one to save me, I can only keep wandering in this vicious cycle.

That happened during his interview when he had just started working... no, he was about to start working.

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"Indeed, your resume is quite good and you are not without ability."

The black-haired and black-eyed female undead opposite to her threw the documents on the table casually, as if she had let go of all her dignity as an interviewer and gave him a very cute smile.

The results seem to be going very smoothly.

That smile with two dimples is a little too cute.

He couldn't help but smile back—

-20-

"Bang."

Before the smile could be fully extended, a sharp pain suddenly hit me.

Everything in front of his eyes shook and blurred rapidly, and it felt like someone was pulling the back of his head and hitting it against an ancient bell.

Buzzing, buzzing, filled with pain.

-twenty one-

——It was the female undead who suddenly raised her foot and stomped his head directly into the ground.

Her dimples are still cute, and the way she slowly turns her heels is very ladylike.

The pain was buzzing, and he lay flat on the ground, feeling like he could hardly breathe.

"...Is this the extent of your strength?"

Ms. M tilted her face as she slowly crushed her heels. "You're at this level and you still want to apply to join the terrifying maintenance department... Are you naive or just stupid?"

"Little boy, you should go to the operations department. Oh, this face is pretty good. You can go to the love maintenance department."

-twenty two-

He wanted to retort, but couldn't speak.

Although it was just a single step, the pressure applied to the back of the head was completely different. The force was as if being pressed down by a mountain.

All his self-control could only be used to restrain himself from uttering an embarrassed gasp.

"You're so weak."

Miss M stepped on his head and said slowly, "You will die."

-twenty three-

"If you join here, you'll die. Every day, every time..."

She sighed, looking regretful and sorrowful, but the crushing movement increased in force without mercy.

"Not only will you die in the system world. You can't always be resurrected. Little friend, you can be easily trampled under my feet now, but one day, you will also be crushed by those twisted undead and have your head crushed and your bones devoured. After all, you are so weak..."

He finally managed to find the strength to speak.

"You," he said, emphasizing each word with such effort, "will protect me."

Miss M was stunned.

Then she burst into a hearty laugh.

"...Me? Hahahaha, ha, hahaha... You haven't even asked who I am... Are you expecting me to protect you?"

-twenty four-

This is a rhetorical question that requires no answer, and the sarcasm and contempt are evident in the words.

But he still managed to squeeze out an answer.

"Um."

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Ms. M: “…”

Miss M then moved her feet away.

She looked deeply, deeply at the powerless, fragile undead creature on the ground, which was coughing violently after escaping death.

Very weak.

It doesn't matter if she's weak, she knows that no human can possess more power than her—

But, this guy... doesn't have any resistance at all.

——There was no struggle or anger. Stepping on him felt like stepping on a carpet with the sole of your foot.

Calm, silent, and submissive.

I won’t get nervous when I’m attacked unexpectedly, and I won’t feel embarrassed when I’m treated in a strong way.

There was no doubt that he was a weakling whom she could play with in her hands.

It's the type of dog that doesn't bark even when you put a collar on it as a guard dog.

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She raised her leg again and stepped directly on the man's chest, which was shaking from coughing.

Miss M gently touched his tie with the toe of her shoe.

……No.

Tense, awkward, humiliating, nothing.

The guy looked so calm that he even relaxed his throat along with the movement of her shoe tip.

-27-

Miss M knew dozens of ways to kill someone with a throat injury, especially the throat of male animals, which had fragile protruding cartilage and was more lethal than that of females... She didn't believe he didn't know. Those beautiful light blue eyes didn't seem to have anything to do with "ignorance".

Will he show his trust to his master no matter what?

Oh my...what a good dog that has been tamed.

...Or, is it that a dog that bites doesn't bark?

Which side?

-28-

If it was a good, tamed dog, she wanted to force out his wildness, to see him betray, break, and no longer obey.

If it was a bad dog that would bite, she wanted to tear off his disguise and pull out his fangs when he opened his mouth...

oops.

It seems that both sides are fun.

...It’s really fun!

Miss M pressed against his throat with interest.

"Well, it's not impossible to seek my protection," she laughed, "but then I won't treat you as a colleague or employee—I'll treat you like a dog."

He blinked.

"Yeah."

-29-

Eh, I thought he would agree right away. After all, he looks really easy to bully.

I don't know why, but I have a hunch that this guy will agree to anything she asks.

...As a result, now they neither answer nor avoid the question, but give an ambiguous response.

Miss M looked into his eyes.

Light blue, without any ripples.

[The red of maple leaves is always trembling.]

She looked at him for a long time without looking away. She felt that he seemed familiar, but also that something was wrong, and everything was out of place.

She heard her own heart pounding—

Are you excited?

Are you happy?

After all, she hadn't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time.

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"Okay. Welcome aboard, then."

She laughed: "I will protect you, but I will also use Xiao P like a dog!"

-31-

Mr. P: “Well, please feel free.”

-32-

If this is the price of being protected by the top combat power of the system world...

There was nothing wrong with reaching such a deal - this was his calm judgment at the time.

-33-

"As a result, even with such a deal, there's not much protection."

Now, lying dead on the ground alone, Mr. P complained softly.

Although it was a happy thing to be classified as an inviolable territory by the boss...but, originally, he was an employee of the terrifying maintenance department, and he should be classified within her territory.

-34-

What exactly is different?

My younger sister...

What is the difference between him and ordinary employees, and between him and ordinary lambs in the sheepfold?

...Because she can cook? Because they smile alike? Because it's more convenient to see her twin sister...

No, that's not right.

Miss M is not a weak person who would use this method to express her longing for her loved ones.

but……

-35-

The last bit of his shattered soul was pieced together, and Mr. P struggled to support himself and slowly sat up.

My vision was blurry and my head was buzzing with pain.

Fortunately, this means that vision and pain perception are also recovering.

Five minutes, the time it takes for him to fully recover, is that the right estimate... right?

-36-

Mr. P noticed something unusual and paused.

……All right.

All right.

Although, due to the extensive damage, the severe shattering, and the hasty and crude restoration, the restored undead body seemed to have a few minor flaws...

-37-

The most urgent thing is to find Miss M and meet with her boss first.

Mr. P struggled to move his body and find the coordinates. He almost fell to move himself away from the core source and entered the surface horror world of 199.

Because of that flaw, his throat felt itchy again as he shuttled back and forth - but this time Mr. P held it back and did not cough.

It would be bad if coughing caused part of the soul that I had worked so hard to gather to break apart when I officially entered the world.

Possessed... cough cough... Never mind, let's not look for a possession, just use the undead form... He really doesn't have the energy to communicate with others right now... It doesn't matter if it's broken, even if it might get worse in the surface world of horror, it doesn't matter... As long as I look healthy and clean...

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arrive.

We agreed to meet at the school gate.

Miss M should have helped her set the coordinates in the office before... It was inside the school bus parked at the school gate, which was a very convenient meeting place.

Mr. P turned his head left and right, and struggled to figure out that he was in a room. Part of the school gate could be vaguely seen through the window outside.

...Where's the door? Where's the wall? The house seems soft...

Huh.

"Xiao P~Xiao P Xiao P! Five minutes are up! Fifteen minutes is too long, so I came straight here... Are you there? You didn't answer, or are you changing? I'll come find you when I get into school~"

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etc.

Ms. M, please wait.

Wait a few more minutes, don't come in, let me readjust -

-40-

Miss M kicked something and lowered her head.

At the school gate, in front of the school bus, a backpack that was originally standing upright and was kicked by her fell down with a thud, and the zipper of the backpack was pushed open.

Pencil case, textbooks, ruler.

There was also a Border Collie puppy rolling out of the schoolbag.

-41-

Not the black and white Border Collie baby.

It's the kind of Border Collie baby with white ears and shiny golden hair. It looks clean and beautiful no matter how you look at it, and it's super fair and tidy.

Ms. M: “…”

Miss M was stunned for five minutes, then slowly squatted down in slow motion.

Then, she slowly and slowly caught the puppy's paw in slow motion.

-42-

The puppy obediently cooperated with her and raised its paw.

Sunbathing to reveal pink pads.

Confirmed.

Miss M tilted her head: "Little P?"

“…”

Mr. P nodded and wanted to say, yes, it’s me.

But his "hmm" could only become a sentence: "Woof."

-43-

Although but.

Your confirmation method is very useful, don't use it next time...

Ms. M: "I don't understand. You keep barking. Do you want some milk?"

“…”