Chapter 25: Sensations from Afar

The Blood Demons, whose meals were provided by their supervisor, moved into Company L with their bags. Judging from their plans, they even intend to open a new amusement park.

All I can say is, stay true to your original aspirations and I wish them success.

In the surveillance footage, a chibi version of Don Quixote enters Nosferatu's containment unit and is performing his instinctive tasks under his own orders. As the view of the containment chamber is obscured by a curtain, X cannot see what is happening.

Don Quixote looked at his fellow clansmen who were imprisoned and felt something was wrong. The blood demon in front of him was not real. He accepted his new job and performed instinctive work on his "clansmen".

The black hair with a hint of red reminded the man of his three generations of relatives, the barber Nicolina who carried a large pair of scissors.

Nosferatu watched the first lamb enter the containment chamber with a half-smile. The lamb was completely unaware of his current situation and maintained a cheerful expression after entering. It was really an eyesore, and he would stop laughing in a moment.

He beckoned to Don Quixote, signaling him to come over.

Don Quixote has been trained by Hod on the basic work processes and knows that there is no information about Nosferatu in the current company. He is a completely new alien entity, and all information needs to be found by him on his own.

He currently needs to perform "instinctive" tasks. He has been assessed as a Level 5 employee with EX attributes across all levels, which is a good test to determine his preference for higher-level tasks.

Looking at the neat-looking alien, Don Quixote took out his assigned endorphin jar, intending to share it with his fellow alien, only to see the creature reveal its snow-white fangs, looking as if it were about to bite him.

"This is better than blood, isn't it?" the white-haired man asked Nosferatu, puzzled.

The other party ignored him and pounced on him. Don Quixote tried to dodge, but a force held him in place, and he was bitten hard by his "kin".

"vomit--!"

The alien was disgusted; the crimson liquid that flooded its mouth was not the sweetness it had expected.

This...this is the scent of the Blood Demon! This man is the Blood Demon! What the hell? Where did this Blood Demon come from?!

Perhaps the alien's actions were recognized as the completion of its current task, and Don Quixote regained control of his body, helplessly watching the alien bending over and trying to vomit.

“Didn’t I say this,” he held up the small bottle he was still clutching and waved it at the anomaly, “is better than blood.”

Angela's urging voice came from the containment room's loudspeaker: "Don Quixote, leave the containment room promptly after you finish your work. Didn't Hod tell you that?"

He could only helplessly stuff the endorphins into his clothes, saying, "Goodbye."

The supervisor looked at the "poor" performance of the instinctive work with some doubt. It shouldn't be like this, right? Logically speaking, the Blood Demon should like to eat, shouldn't he? After Don Quixote's whole family had eaten their fill, they were all as well-behaved as cats.

Next, Don Quixote shuttles between the staff break room and Nosferatu's internment room, taking turns performing four tasks on Him, while the supervisor watches in the monitoring room, wearing a mask of agony. Why is it that no matter which task He performs, it is always bad?

Could it be that He doesn't like employees with high attributes?

The problem is, I don't have any junior employees!

Inside the containment chamber, Nosferatu, driven to the brink of madness by Don Quixote, broke free. He was about to unleash a massacre to soothe his wounded soul; his fellow humans were utterly disgusting!

He wants to drink blood! Human blood!

"Don Quixote, Nosferatu has fled. Go and suppress him."

Over the loudspeaker, the supervisor's voice was as calm as still water, completely undisturbed, describing the suppression of WAW-class anomalies as easily as catching a cat.

Unlike the calm voice, the supervisor was tapping on the control panel absentmindedly; it seemed that another employee would have to be assigned to the task.

The Blood Demon, who had been smashed into a pancake by Don Quixote, was carried back to the containment chamber by the civilian staff. Hearing the faint footsteps, he knew that the damned first-generation Blood Demon had returned.

He was sent back before he could kill the clerks after his escape, and he didn't get to eat anything.

The newcomer was not the familiar Blood Demon, but a young human employee. Nosferatu felt as if he had been suddenly hit on the head with a dish of food.

Dazai Osamu, whose rank was relatively low, was conscripted. The good news was that he wouldn't have to organize files anymore; the bad news was that he was to work on the abnormal entities, and he was required to chat with them.

Does it look familiar?

The boy, who was passively recalling some unpleasant memories, suddenly felt dizzy and thought of the bizarre scene of the research and development department head extracting the anomaly. The Blood Demon in front of him, with a smile on its face, was the product that had been salvaged that day.

The curtain is drawn again. What's wrong with this anomaly? Is your job even legitimate?

When the curtain was drawn back, a blood droplet icon appeared above Dazai Osamu's head, and he was given an additional accessory on his face, a mask called the Bloodthirsty Mask.

It's clear that He really dislikes Don Quixote; He never gives him any jewelry despite working with him so many times, but he immediately gives it to someone else.

As the number of missions increased, the number of reverse kabbalah counters in the containment unit also increased. After reaching five, Nosferatu escaped again.

As He fled, a pink-haired employee in the R&D department clutched his chest and collapsed, transforming into a bat that began attacking the office workers in the break room.

It seems that the Reverse Kabbalah Counter reaching zero or its extreme value will cause the anomaly to escape. Yesod is also sitting in the monitoring room, constantly recording the management instructions for the new anomaly.

The supervisor took the initiative to "start the day afresh," and everything returned to normal in the morning. There were no escaped anomalies, and no unfortunate souls turned into bats.

To verify this again, X assigned Dazai and Don Quixote to take turns working. Sure enough, the reverse Kabbalah counter fluctuated within a safe range, and everything went very smoothly.

Until the clerical staff he left behind to work were crushed to death by Violet Noon, the entire "Cultural Heritage Protection Association" within the facility collectively became agitated, and Nosferatu's counter also fell down in an instant.

I recognized him by his eyes; he was someone from the Cultural Heritage Protection Association.

The "starting the day anew" was initiated once again, and the black-haired youth began his trial and error process again and again, rewinding time and time again, until he thoroughly understood the management rules before he could begin his normal work for the day.

"Your Excellency," Don Quixote changed his way of addressing her, making the father-daughter relationship feel stronger and stronger.

"Why does time seem to be dragging on so long today?"

Those who have lived through a long life feel that they have spent an exceptionally long time today.

X paused for a moment, then realized that before the Raman territory was closed, the T company was not the Time Rail company it is today, so naturally the old relic in front of him didn't know about the TT2 protocol.

After a long, rambling lesson in common sense from the two, Don Quixote revealed his true intentions:

"Your Excellency, I sense Sancho's presence far away."

Fearing the young man might not know who Sancho was, he thoughtfully added some trivia about the Blood Demon:

“We Blood Demons can only have two familiars in our lifetime. You have seen my familiar, Dulcinea. I also have a familiar named Sancho.”

I sent her away before the park closed. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have been in this world at all.

The supervisor remained silent, deep in thought. He thought, "The Sancho you sensed should be the Don Quixote who came with me. How do you explain that?"

The daughter you perceive is not your real daughter, but rather the daughter of "you" who is already dead in the mirror world.

Is this something that can be said?

After another round of muttering, the white-haired Blood Demon fell silent. He could understand his choice in the parallel universe. If he were in that situation, he would probably do the same and eventually accept death with equanimity.

Then, rousing himself, he offered his suggestions to his supervisor, who was already planning to leave work:

"Your Excellency! Let's go find Sancho!"

ah?

As expected of you, you're going on an adventure even in another world?

No, my thinking has been misled. Even if Don Quixote didn't suggest it, he still has to go and bring Don Quixote back. What if he dies out there? What if he gets trapped on the island? That would be the end of him.

After imagining Don Quixote screaming at the top of his lungs because he was afraid of water, X felt that this wouldn't do and that he had to bring the child back.

Moreover, according to Honglu and Sinclair, the time they fell was quite different. Honglu fell half a year ago, while Sinclair and Liangxiu had lived here for a full three years. I wonder when Xiaotang arrived. We should hurry up and go.

Starting today, it's a holiday!

"A very far place? How far?"

Just in case, X still asked, since it involved travel distance.

"About... three or four nests to the west?"

Because Beckham's previous request had caused a misunderstanding, Angela thoughtfully put up a world map on the wall to help the manager, who knew nothing about the new world, to find his way around.

Know-it-all No. 1 led Know-it-all No. 2 to stand in front of the map. After roughly estimating the location and distance, the two determined that the target was in Europe, but they would have to get there first to find out the exact location.

At the airport, a black-haired young man with a square-shaped dimensional bag slung across his shoulder followed a man and a woman who were chatting. Xiao Bei was transferring in Europe to go to the United States, and Don Quixote was traveling with him.

Angela chose to stay at the company, but unlike last time when she stayed by his side, the secretary showed no intention of going with her supervisor on his next trip. Instead, Carly would go with him.

Actually, the supervisor wanted to take Bai Cai with him, but Angela rejected the idea, saying, "Are you trying to create a giant monster in the company by taking away the employees of Bo Ming?"

While going through security, X suddenly had an absurd thought: if Angela went through security, would it be discovered that she was actually a robot?

No, they couldn't even detect anything unusual in the Dimensional Pack, let alone Angela.