-1-

"Hurry up! Hurry up, put the ribbon here, don't let it tilt!"

"You brought them? Spare flowers? ...They're almost completely wilted. The petals here are as dry as orange peels that have been squeezed dry. How can you bring them here? Go buy new ones!"

"What? Time's running out! All the high-end restaurants in our department's area that can host banquets have already been booked in advance?! You're kidding! Hurry up, contact those guests. No matter what you do, find a way to force them to cancel their orders immediately. Why are so many employees booking reservations at high-end restaurants in the maintenance department's area even though tomorrow is a workday? Get to work, you guys!"

——R, the head of the maintenance department, waved his hand, and his red high heels made a "da da da" sound like a submachine gun on the smooth floor.

-2-

The general manager of the maintenance department, Ms. R.

She was one of the important figures who proposed and promoted "Angel Memorial Day" to commemorate the angels who joined the company, and it became a holiday for all employees.

The maintenance department employees' love for gatherings and team-building activities is partly due to their supervisor's influence.

Miss R is super, extremely, and loves gatherings and parties.

-3-

In a system world where the general manager position is vacant (M is too lazy to take the position) and the main system is basically not very impressive (M calls it garbage when he hits it every day), the head of a large department is undoubtedly the person with the highest status (M just hits him when he is bored).

...Of course, the premise is that we ignore the content in brackets in the above paragraph.

Cough cough.

R, the chief executive of the maintenance department, holds a high position in the system world and has extensive experience. He is on an equal footing with the heads of several other departments and they jointly run the system world.

However, the maintenance department's situation was different from other departments—"the business is unique, as long as you're competent you can earn a ton of money, and there are only 26 fixed positions to be filled, and the work assignments don't need to be adjusted or updated for hundreds of years. There's also a powerful figure within the department, so other departments don't dare to mess with them easily."

Even though it is tiring to manage five branches and attend meetings everywhere, Ms. R still has a high salary and sufficient vacation time among the supervisors, and the position of chief supervisor of the maintenance department is also an enviable position.

Moreover, she is a proper undead, unlike Miss U who has a problem with her brain due to immersing herself in fishing every day.

She's not like Miss X, who's lazy and slacking off every day, with only eating, drinking and having fun in her mind.

Such a serious Miss R invested almost all of her money and spare time in her serious hobbies.

-4-

Miss R's hobby is buying skirts.

I will love it even if I die, and I will invest all my salary into this love.

She is the employee with the fullest wardrobe in the entire system world.

-5-

From long skirts to short skirts, high slits to deep Vs, Miss R's wardrobe once had everything.

Especially dresses, Miss R is particularly fond of collecting dresses, and there are so many of them, including those in palace style, mature style, and classical style. It is said that the dresses she once owned could be cut into a small world galaxy.

She even spent money to expand her wardrobe into an area in her dormitory that was large enough to accommodate a football field, creating a "fortress" where she could store all the skirts she had bought.

Even that wasn't enough, because there wasn't enough space for the skirt accessories.

Therefore, in order to use and show off the skirts in her wardrobe that are not suitable for ordinary work, Ms. R is particularly keen on organizing banquets and parties and doing team building with everyone.

As long as someone compliments her during team building, saying, "The boss's dress looks really nice today," she will be very satisfied.

And she is the supervisor, all the employees will praise her. So she is even more satisfied.

This is the beauty of power! Ahahahaha!

-6-

...It turns out that the guys who are picked by M to work in the maintenance department all have some strange characteristics.

Ms. M herself said, "High slits, plunging V-necks, sequined camisole... wear whatever you want. If you want to show off, go for it. There's no such thing as 'inappropriate for regular work' clothes. Anything goes, R. We're not a serious company or department, anyway. Or are you worried about some pesky bastards peeking? Don't worry, if they do, I'll help you pop their eyes out ~ Puff, that sounds really good!"

Ms. R: “…”

I don’t want this kind of eye-popping help, okay?

By the way, how come you always manage to say "pop the eyeballs" as naturally as "get a cup of coffee"? And even dub it!

-By the way, Angel had not yet joined the company at that time, and Ms. R, as the supervisor, was the main victim of the complaints caused by Ms. M.

So if M casually popped someone's eyeball, Ms. R would also suffer the same pain as having her eyeball popped - apologize to the customer, be scolded, apologize to the customer again, and be scolded again.

...Ms. R really does not have the extraordinary stress-resistance and complaint-handling abilities of an angel. Over time, she would feel dizzy when she saw a small pile of complaints, and would break out in cold sweats and feel a pang in her heart when she saw M.

During that time, Miss M always liked to come to her to chat, and she talked until R, an undead, needed to buy fast-acting heart pills.

It was recognized throughout the world that she had done it on purpose.

——Just like the entire system world always recognizes that angels don’t do things on purpose, everyone thinks that whatever Miss M does is intentional.

-7-

However, Miss M might have been in a good mood at that time.

Her conversational attitude was very friendly, and she quickly changed the topic of "eyeball popping": "You always have too many unnecessary considerations and unnecessary shame, R."

Ms. R: “But…”

"As a supervisor, it's okay to be more considerate... but why would you care so much during off-hours? Look at me, I'm even here dressed like this!"

Ms. R: “But it’s working hours!” It’s just that you are not working!

"You don't need to worry so much about working hours. You can wear whatever you want."

Ms. R: “But…”

"Look at me! Look at me!"

Miss R looked at her silently, and Miss M proudly patted the large garbage bag that she had tied tightly around her body.

Large garbage bags rustled.

"This is the brand new, latest black garbage bag!" she said proudly. "I wore it to work this morning, and no one dared to say it didn't look good!"

Ms. R: “…”

Are you sure it's not because no one dares to talk to you?

"And, and, look, look, R, look at this extra feature—"

Miss M, wearing a large black garbage bag, lay down on the ground, pulled in her hands and feet, hugged her knees tightly, and then lifted her face out of the bag.

"Look!"

She said happily, "This garment can also function as a sleeping bag! It can be set up anywhere! Once you put it on, you can sleep freely!"

-8-

Ms. R: “…”

What does it mean to settle down anywhere? What does it mean to have the freedom to sleep?

Why does this psychopath always spread his overflowing self-confidence so indiscriminately!

——It’s because you don’t have money to live in the dormitory, no money to buy clothes, and you’re completely broke. In the end, you even sold your work uniform to the logistics department. They only gave you an extra bag of noodles in exchange for my face!

Just showed up to work wearing a giant garbage bag—and showed me how to sleep in a garbage bag—

Who can I blame?

It's tragic but who can I blame?

Isn't it because you've been crazy for two or three years straight? Even though there's an astronomical amount in your payroll account, it's all negative. Even the main system's loan deduction robot won't lend you money!

If you want to know why the robot is unwilling to process your loan, it’s because you are always mad at the robot;

If you want to know why your assets are all negative, it’s because you often get mad at your clients;

If you ask why the Logistics Department refuses to send you supplies even though you're in such a plight, it's because you're persecuting the Logistics Department...

-9-

well.

Miss R had a splitting headache.

In theory, this mentally ill woman is so poor because of her own madness;

But it was really too tragic, watching a young and well-behaved girl running to work with a big garbage bag on her head, walking around in the office building with a big garbage bag on her head, and then curling up in the garbage bag at night and sleeping on the street.

…In the human world, mentally ill patients can wear hospital gowns and eat three dishes and a soup, but why are mentally ill patients having such a miserable life in the world of the dead?

"How about this. Wait for me after get off work and I'll take you to my closet and find some clothes for you to wear."

The garbage bag rustled for a while, and Miss M poked her head out.

"Your wardrobe?" she asked curiously. "It's said to have all sorts of little dresses, the largest wardrobe in the entire system?"

"Of course. So feel free to look around. They're just a few dresses, I can still afford them. ...At least don't come to work wearing a garbage bag anymore! If someone doesn't know, they'll think we in the maintenance department are persecuting you!"

-10-

——So, that night, Miss M happily rushed into Miss R’s wardrobe, which was as magnificent as a fortress.

And then nothing happened.

Miss R’s wardrobe “once” had it all… “once”.

That night, Miss M ruined thirty of her out-of-print silk dresses.

-11-

"...I didn't mean to. I just, slightly, pulled it...I had never seen a skirt like that before, and it was fun...I just pulled it a little bit, just a little bit. Hehe. It was an accident."

No one believes this psychopath.

She definitely did it on purpose.

-12-

The end of this incident was that Miss R stayed in her closet for three days, and Miss M stopped talking to her. She wandered the streets and slept in garbage bags for three months, until the main system couldn't stand it anymore and went to the logistics department's subsystem to cry for several days.

"Wuwuwuwu, you know she's not in the right place." "She threatened to move into the central control room and live with me if you keep doing this." "Wuwuwuwu, I don't want it, I don't want it" -

The robot in charge of the logistics department was fed up and reopened Miss M's mortgaged dormitory.

…So, it seems that Miss M suffered the most. After all, she slept in a garbage bag for three months.

But Miss R has learned not to be deceived by appearances—the corpse with thirty silk dresses torn into pieces still appears in her dreams, wailing and sobbing—and she is miserable because she always persecutes others! If she had stopped persecuting and stopped having an attack from the beginning, she wouldn't be so miserable!

-13-

It was a long time later that Miss R was able to start communicating normally with Miss M again, meaning that she would no longer burst into tears or think of her lost little skirt when she saw her.

On the day Angel started working, he came to her, his supervisor, to go through the formalities. When Miss R heard that he was going to be assigned to the Horror Maintenance Department, she felt sorry for him and advised him to change jobs as soon as possible.

As a result, as she was being persuaded, under the angel's caring and healing gaze, she started crying about her thirty out-of-print silk dresses.

Crying loudly.

As if crying at a funeral.

The angel thought about it and said to her very sincerely, I'm sorry, my future boss has caused you trouble.

Then he spent half an hour locating for her the different worlds and time points where those out-of-print skirts had been sold, and also located many more places where the out-of-print skirts could be purchased.

-14-

Ms. R: "...Angel! Angel...wow...why are you so desperate to go to the terrifying maintenance department..."

Mr. P: "Haha. Aren't you in a hurry to buy the dress? I can handle the rest of the procedures myself, you go ahead."

"Angel! Angel! *cries* Angel, angel, I love you..."

"Thank you. You are a good person, Senior."

...So Miss R ran away excitedly, with only the little skirts that she had lost and found in her mind, and she didn't notice the good guy card that the newcomer sent out at the speed of light with an angel smile.

She is an angel who would quickly reject even a slip-up of the tongue to express her excitement.

——This abnormality has never been noticed by anyone, although Mr. P never seems to have tried to hide it.

-15-

From then on, whenever M got in trouble, the angels would compensate her. When M went crazy, the angels would handle it. When M caused a bunch of complaints, the angels would quietly work overtime. When she was the last one to leave, they would send her a message, asking her in a respectful tone, asking if she wanted to turn off the lights and windows to debug the system...

Angel.

Saved her wardrobe, saved her job, saved her life - Angel!!

Therefore, the day an Angel joins the company must be promoted as a commemorative day, and the Angel's fiftieth anniversary must be—

-16-

"Now! Right now! Immediately! - Show some maintenance department nerve, you slackers!"

She must show her unprecedented enthusiasm and hold an unprecedented big party!

Directing her subordinates who were busy setting up the venue and repeatedly confirming all arrangements, Miss R's high heels were almost on fire as she stepped on the ground.

She doesn't usually work like this, but can an angel's anniversary be held like this?

"If you keep slacking off, I'll sacrifice you all in blood at the Angels' fiftieth anniversary festival, huh?!"

Not far away, Miss X, who was slowly folding colorful paper flowers, raised her hand.

-17-

"Um, Director, excuse me. There's this slacker over here. He's been lounging on the largest couch in the ballroom, slacking off under a novel with a weird title, for an hour now."

R immediately turned around and rushed over like a flame: "What - let me see which bastard dares to -"

The super thick novel moved, and the extremely long title "On the Eve of Divorce, I Carried a Shovel and Buried Him in the Deep Mountains and Forests. Where Will Love Go?" slid aside, revealing long black hair that was messy due to sleep, and dark eyes.

"...I'm so sleepy...Are you looking for me? R? X?"

Ms. R: "...You go to sleep."

Ms. X: "Go to sleep!"

-18-

What’s going on!

How could this guy suddenly appear here? And the book covering his face looks so ominous!

Don't think you can cover up something with literary grace by adding "where to go" at the end! No matter how many "where to go"s you mention, it can't hide the fact that you buried him deep in the mountains with a shovel on your back!

...Why, why would something like this happen on the eve of a divorce? This is definitely a murder! What's going on isn't love, it's injustice! -- Hey, what did the male protagonist do on the eve of the divorce? Even if he was cheating, it wouldn't be that serious. No one would bury the male protagonist in the mountains with a shovel on their back! !

Are the romance novels that psychopaths love to read also so psychopathic?!

-19-

Miss M couldn't understand the trembling eyes and the complaints in the hearts of her two female colleagues.

She yawned, stretched her arms upwards and stretched her waist.

"I fell asleep before I knew it... This book is so boring, not as exciting as the reviews say."

Ms. M sat cross-legged on the sofa, then leaned down to take out a second novel from her shopping bag and leaned back. "Ah, you can ignore me. Keep going. After all, the main system's notification was so sudden, and we had very little time to prepare. I'm sorry to have put you in such a difficult position... That data is garbage. Tsk."

-20-

The main system said that you had dragged him to a strange time and space, and he had to go through great pains to come back. After he came back, you forced him to talk in the control room, causing him to suffer mental pollution all day long, which is why he failed to inform us of the party preparations in time.

Why do you make it sound like it's all the main system's fault?

"It's Xiao P's fault, actually. If he hadn't taken so long to come pick me up... and hadn't even calculated his own fiftieth anniversary date... Tsk."

He put all the blame on his subordinates! As always, this guy put all the blame on his angel subordinates!

Miss M held up the novel and raised her arms high.

She leaned back in the chair, looking at the held-up novel as if she were looking at clouds in the sky.

Novel "After my ex-boyfriend knelt down to admit his mistake, I cut off his knees."

Five seconds later: "Ah, this one is boring too. It makes me dizzy."

-twenty one-

It would be strange if I didn’t feel dizzy if I read in this posture!

...And what kind of novel is that? What kind of evil tome is that?

Miss X couldn't help but shout, "If he kneels down and admits his mistake, then just step on his head! Chopping his knees is too much! Just stomp his head into the tiles!"

Ms. R: You're not right! Hey! This person in front of you is a psychopath who can do anything. Don't make such remarks!

-twenty two-

Unexpectedly, Miss M shook her head.

"No." The answer was brief. "Why reward him with benefits?"

Is stomping someone's head into the floor tiles a benefit?! Is this a psychopathic benefit?!

-twenty three-

Miss M sighed and threw away the second book.

Then she hung upside down on the back of the sofa, looking up at the sky, with her bangs on her forehead lifted up like a small bowl.

Miss M looked up at the sky...the ceiling of the banquet hall.

Watched for a long time.

During this time, Miss R, who couldn't bear to watch her mentally ill behavior, had already turned to other places in a hurry. X, who was sitting next to her folding paper flowers, looked at her and shrank her head. Finally, she cautiously moved herself and the paper flowers ten meters away.

…Well, although his keen senses noticed everything, M didn’t really want to pay attention.

M just stared at the ceiling.

Hanging from the ceiling were balloon letters that hadn't been completed yet: a short "P" with a vertical bar at the bottom.

...so ugly, just like a P that can't stand straight.

-twenty four-

"What, the demand for a drink menu? What drink menu? Angels are good kids who can't drink. Get out of here and bring back ten boxes of Huiyuan!"

"Dancer... Hey, who suggested this?! Get out here—don't bring your private tricks here. Don't you know that angels are genderless?! Tomorrow's party should be held according to the standards of a communion or baptism!!"

……ah.

That guy had it really hard, having an anniversary, he lost his adult identity and gender.

-25-

If it were in the past, Miss M would definitely make a few more comments.

For example, all games with dangerous elements were removed, and everyone could only play picture-writing games;

Or perhaps they instigate (or threaten) their colleagues to change their gift lists to include only children's picture books;

Or, well, take out the balloons she had hidden in the dormitory for a long time, inflate a super-large pink heart balloon, and throw it in his face when he walked in, while shouting "Surprise"...

But, it happened to be now.

After seeing that time and space, and meeting those subordinates...

"Cream cake? You don't even have that ready? There's no other way. If we order now, we can only order the most basic... Wait, do angels eat cake? What kind of fruit or jam should be used as the filling? What kind of dessert with a filling is his favorite?"

-26-

Not getting a reply, Ms. R looked up in confusion.

He was only met with his subordinates who looked at each other in bewilderment.

...Angel, what do you like and what do you hate?

He seemed to like everything and dislike nothing—a slight sense of strangeness suddenly crossed their minds—he had no preferences, never emphasized his own personality. They had clearly talked to him countless times, been helped by him countless times, yet why did they still not know—

Does he eat cake?

If you like eating it, what does it taste like?

-27-

...It's amazing. After fifty years, only at this moment did I feel a little bit of disharmony.

That guy is really amazing in a sense.

Although they are harmless lambs, a flock of countless lambs gathered together cannot be easily caught by a net.

Miss M glanced at her stunned colleagues.

In the past, in the 49 years before, she would have seized the opportunity of these lambs' vigilance to sow discord even deeper, watching as people's suspicions accumulated, twisted, and exploded...

In order to cause him more trouble.

Then, enjoy the fun.

-28-

【Work, thank you for the hard work.】

...But, it's now.

I have seen the present of the past.

Miss M stretched out her hand lazily, pointed her fingertips at the unformed balloon letters on the ceiling, and gently made a hook.

"That guy isn't picky about food. He likes all kinds of food and doesn't have a preference for any particular fruit or jam."

If I have to say, I like all kinds of weird and anti-human combinations.

Maybe you're enjoying parfait with chili sauce right now.

"If you want to prepare a cream cake..."

Miss M hooked her legs, turned over and sat upright.

"Why don't you give me all the cream you can order so I can have a cream war with him alone in the dormitory."

-29-

The slight feeling of strangeness that I had felt before immediately disappeared.

Almost all the adult undead understood immediately: "What?! What??? What war? What? Are you going to attack the angels?..."

Miss R screamed at the top of her lungs, "I don't agree! I absolutely don't agree! Angels aren't adults yet! They don't have a gender yet! This kind of thing... this kind of thing... only after you grow up... I don't agree!"

What kind of underage guy is that?

Do you need me to show you photo proof?

-30-

Miss M rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking about the kind of battle where you stuff the cream into the weapon and spray it all over his face."

"...Oh, playing with water guns! M, you scared us to death...Haha, haha, ha..."