Chapter 29 About Disconnection

One month later, in Madrid, Spain.

The housewife with golden-brown curly hair looked at this month's electricity bill, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and looked at it again; it was still the same number.

Previous monthly bills were almost ten times this amount. Is there a bug in the power system? Or is it that their electricity meter is actually broken?

This scenario is happening everywhere in Madrid, but only in Madrid; other cities in the country have not yet been equipped with this special power supply system.

The energy contained in this mysterious green liquid exceeded the imagination of the Spanish government and Cervantes, even more than the energy that the young man who called himself X claimed it could provide.

X hadn't expected that in this world, energy consumption was so low; a city's weekly energy consumption was less than his company's daily consumption.

They also did not expect the Spanish government to react so strongly. In order to show their sincerity, they did not take the hard line or attempt to seize the property as the young people had anticipated.

The manager who unexpectedly expanded sales channels and Spain, which gained access to cheap clean energy, were both happy. The only unhappy person was Cervantes, who had become the head of the newly established energy response department.

He was not only the highest-ranking official in the department but also the direct contact person with Lobotomy Corporation; in other words, he was let go by the government.

Go in peace. Your special ability and your current ownership belong to them until the cooperation ends.

That small bottle of specially supplied concentrated endorphins from the Blood Demon provided Madrid with nearly a month's worth of energy, while Dante, who stayed in Spain with them, was secretly alarmed.

He only knew that this was his half-body, and subconsciously ignored his origins. For him, as long as the young man was there, nothing else mattered. Even if he was an assassin targeting him, Dante was confident that he would not be harmed. However, all of this was destroyed by the energy technology that the young man had brought out.

His current value is enough to ignite another superpower war between nations, and he must now play his part and return to report to the government.

Dante made up his mind that after saying good morning to the "half-bodies" who might be standing together for the last time the next morning, he had to return home to report.

Early in the morning, the young man with long brown hair, his face stern, suppressed the reluctance that came from the depths of his soul and knocked on the door. Soon, footsteps sounded from inside, but they were not the usual sound of slippers; instead, they were a crisp sound, like the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

The door opened, and instead of the expected half-body golden eyes, there was a strange blue-haired woman with delicate features and closed eyes.

The woman was very young, with her hair tied in a side ponytail. She was wearing a professional suit skirt, but instead of a matching jacket over her black vest, she wore a white lab coat, typical of researchers, and red high heels.

Who are you? Where is X?

"Hello, Mr. Dante."

The woman did not answer Dante's question, but instead began to greet him on her own.

"The supervisor is still resting. For his health, eight hours of sleep a day is necessary. If you have anything important to say, you can tell me first, and I will pass it on to him when he wakes up."

"Oh, I'm his secretary, Angela."

“I have never heard X mention that he has a secretary.”

“I stayed at the company to manage its internal affairs for him. Perhaps he felt it was unnecessary to talk about his work and life with someone he had only known for a short time.”

"Furthermore, I think it's not appropriate for you to visit at this time; it's only six o'clock now."

"Then why were you in your boss's room at six o'clock, Miss Secretary? Are you really X's secretary?"

The supernatural power known as Divine Comedy was activated, and the gray-haired man silently appeared behind Angela, awaiting his master's command, his Roman dagger poised to strike.

“I know you, Scarlet Gaze. Don’t try to lay a hand on me.”

Angela, with her back to the man, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, even though he hadn't made a sound the entire time.

"Lobotomy's AI?"

The gray-haired man recognized Angela; her voice and appearance were exactly the same as the announcer's video that his "Dante" had obtained during the Witch's Night.

He nodded to Dante, indicating that the woman's identity was safe. Dante knew that the man his supernatural ability had manifested was subtly connected to his other half. He sighed, not wanting to leave any bad impression on X before a formal conflict arose over energy or similar matters.

"Please say goodbye to X for me, Miss Secretary. I'm going back to my country."

"If you want to go back and discuss coping strategies because of endorphins, our Lobotomy Corporation welcomes partners, both in the present and in the future."

Dante was momentarily stunned. He inexplicably hallucinated that it was X speaking to him. Why would his secretary behave and speak in the same way as his boss?

The secretary, whose behavior was strikingly similar to X's, took out a small bottle containing green liquid—the same one X had given Cervantes a month earlier—from her pocket. "Welcome to try it out. We look forward to working with you."

Lobotomy Corporation's current world-based funding is provided by W Company, so developing more customers in this world would be entirely beneficial for them.

Dante silently accepted the precious bottle from Angela's hand, saying, "Please give him my goodbyes."

The gray-haired man behind Angela also vanished from the spot as Dante left.

Angela quietly closed the door. She had just arrived via a portable teleportation device located at X's coordinates within the company. Last night, her supervisor had asked her to come and sign the contract. He was only responsible for sales, and signing contracts was something that needed to be handled by professionals, lest she be scammed.

Now, she needs to talk to Don Quixote and the "Don Quixote" who is still in Sancho Panza's state.

The bright sunlight was blocked by the curtains, making the room dimly lit. X, who didn't know how long he had slept, opened his eyes. After a while, he sat up with messy hair, his golden eyes empty and unfocused.

What's going on? What time is it? He felt like he'd slept for half a year, and his brain was completely blank. X was trying to restart his CPU, but his boot speed was slower than 99% of the people in the entire city.

The young man wanted to get a glass of water to wake himself up, but after only two steps, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and even felt nauseous. "Help! I've slept too much, I'm going to die!"

Carly, who was staying in the room in Angela's place, witnessed her boss's sleepwalking behavior and sighed. The secretary had set up soundproofing devices as soon as she arrived, otherwise the noise in the early morning would have woken X up long ago.

As a result, she watched as X, seemingly sleepwalking, staggered to the door, not intending to open it, but instead planning to ram his head into it. Carly reacted quickly and grabbed X from behind; otherwise, the precious supervisor would have immediately gotten a bump on his head.

Sensing the obstruction, the black-haired youth, whose face was as white as paper, turned his head to look, only to see a large expanse of dark red before noticing his minister's darkened face.

"...Carly? What are you doing here?"

What time did you go to sleep last night?

Upon hearing the question, X's brain, which was only halfway activated, began to rewind automatically.

Last night, even though no formal contract had been signed, Cervantes had already begun cooperating with my experiments on supernatural abilities. He was recording the existing data, recording...

Speaking of which, Angela should be here by now. Doesn't that mean that once he tells Carly, the information will be immediately leaked to Angela? Then the secretary won't blame him, but she'll take every opportunity from morning till night to educate him about the amount of sleep humans need?

He tried to change the subject, asking, "Where's Angela? I told her yesterday that she needs to come over today to finalize the contract."

“Angela arrived at five o’clock in the morning. She thought it was a bit noisy here, so she set up a soundproofing device for you.”

Carly refused to change the subject, "So, you woke up after the silencing device failed."

Angela's habit is to set an eight-hour validity period, no wonder he was so dizzy. He went to sleep at three o'clock last night, and Angela arrived at five o'clock, so he only had ten hours of sleep.

X tried to play dead. He was researching superpowers. What did he do wrong? He just made a mistake that any researcher in the world would make!

X was now fully awake. Having gotten plenty of sleep, he felt like something was wrong. Something suddenly flashed through his mind as he had just successfully turned on the computer.

Wait a minute? Isn't he... a gamer? Why would he be so engrossed in researching these things, like a real X, neglecting sleep and meals?

Is this something an ordinary gamer like him could possibly understand?

Carly had released her grip on her supervisor's pajamas when she saw that he had regained consciousness. She was crossing her arms, intending to listen to what excuse he would give her.

The supervisor, who seemed a bit off today, had completely lost her already limited expressions, making her expressionless. It was as if a meticulously crafted doll, made to the same scale as the supervisor, had unknowingly replaced the young man who had just been talking to her.

The light in the eyes of the standing "doll" disappeared, and it collapsed without warning.

Carly, who had anticipated this, caught the soulless shell perfectly. This wasn't the first time she had seen her supervisor in that state. This situation meant that he had noticed something that was "incompatible" with his identity.

Had she said something wrong? The woman, her face dark, went to her secretary to inform her of this unexpected incident.

"well."

The blue-haired secretary, who had been called back, looked at the empty shell of her former supervisor, who was placed on the bed as if he hadn't yet woken up from a dream, and felt a headache coming on, though she didn't actually have one.

“There was a 'conflict' before, which seems to have shortened the lifespan of the clone. It’s not your fault, Geburah, you don’t need to blame yourself.”

She has to catch the supervisor again, who has drifted away with the dissipating light and disappeared to who knows where.

Hopefully, this time, he won't observe any strange world events that would add extra settings to his own experience.

What he had previously thought were mod employees turned out to be a lot of work for him and Benjamin to gather people from all walks of life and factions in the city and the strange mirror world.

"Let's retrieve this body. First, let's complete this transaction according to the supervisor's requirements."

First, she should notify Benjamin to collect any unusual signals. No, worse still, she might have to wait hundreds of years, just like last time, until his consciousness appears in another mirror world's company, before she can touch the soul that once vanished into the light.

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Author's Note: It's still Thursday.

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