Chapter 55 About Wanting to Resign

Today, the employees noticed that the secretary had a new hair clip in her hair, and she seemed to be in a good mood, even though she is usually very serious.

Is the company about to collapse?

Unaware of his colleagues' feelings, Mori Ōgai replaced Dazai Osamu in his position, along with a man and a woman who received the same treatment.

He was somewhat surprised. He recognized the woman in the two women; she was a big star who had recently announced her retirement from acting.

What is this? Is this a female celebrity being laid off and finding new employment?

Vermouth glanced at the middle-aged man who had replaced Dazai Osamu: "Didn't you inherit his EGO?"

What is EGO? Why did he inherit... it seems to be the EGO that originally belonged to Dazai-kun?

Vermouth sensed Mori Ougai's genuine confusion: "You know nothing?"

The woman's voice sounded surprised, then she seemed to remember something: "So you offended the supervisor and were arrested?"

"I think I got in by volunteering."

There's a problem, a big problem.

Why would someone be arrested for offending their supervisor? Weren't the benefits supposed to be good? Why are they arresting people?

“I heard from Mr. X, no, the supervisor, that the benefits here can even subsidize family members.”

"Oh, is it because of that?" The woman smiled at him, and for some reason, Mori Ougai felt that there was a hint of pity in that smile.

"There are indeed benefits for family members, but they only apply to family members and not to us. However, even if we die, our supervisors will take good care of our families, and the compensation is quite substantial."

Kingsley came in to deliver a document. This is Mori Ōgai's file; it's the only new one right now, and we need to add it in.

He overheard the conversation inside and casually chimed in. However, being from a back alley and having no family, he rushed over without asking any questions upon hearing that he was going to work in Yili.

However, his life is pretty good now, and his supervisor is unlikely to abandon him, it's just that...

Kingsley looked at Mori Ougai, who had replaced Dazai Osamu. Although Mori Ougai was good-looking, he was still not as pleasing to the eye as the pretty boy. It was a pity.

Mori Ougai felt that in the eyes of this strangely dressed man with wings on his back, he had been placed on a scale, and it seemed that he was on the lighter side. The disappointment in the man's eyes was already overflowing.

Is he also a person with superpowers?

As Mori Ougai was thinking, he heard a faint sound coming from the radio, followed by a clear, calm female voice.

"Good morning, everyone. Today's work is scheduled to begin in ten minutes. For your safety, please carefully check your EGO before starting work and wait for your supervisor to assign tasks."

Just as Mori Ougai was about to ask who the voice belonged to, he saw Kingsley, who had been lounging around lazily, hand the file to the actress.

He first straightened his collar, and just when Mori Ougai thought he was going to say something more, he turned around and ran away.

He glanced at the two people who remained there. The woman casually placed the documents beside her, admiring her manicured nails, and said nonchalantly, "It's like this here. You'll get used to it after you stay here a while."

What was that sound just now?

Was that voice real or pre-recorded?

"Haven't you seen her before?"

This time it was a man who asked him the question. He introduced himself, saying, "This lady is Bei... Little Bei, you can call me Apple."

Is this name for real?

"It was the supervisor who initiated it." The man looked at Mori Ougai, his tone carrying an indescribable emotion.

Is this person showing off? What's so great about calling something such a big apple?

Today, before even starting his official job, Mori Ougai confirmed one thing—none of his colleagues seemed to be normal.

Listening to the chaotic sounds outside, including human screams and cries, as well as the sounds of monsters.

Mori Ougai felt that he had made the wrong choice; what kind of place was this?

Time passes little by little, but has it truly passed?

Mori Ōgai felt that the day was exceptionally long; the phrase "a day feels like a year" was no longer sufficient to describe his experience, but rather "a day feels like a century."

"Mr. Mori, how do you feel about this job?"

After an incredibly long day, Mori Ougai, who had finally reached the end of his workday, saw a familiar figure at the elevator entrance leading to the employee residential area.

Dazai Osamu was in much better shape than yesterday, and was following behind his supervisor with a smile. A hairy head peeked out from behind X and asked with ill intent.

"Oh dear, it's a good thing you're here, otherwise the archives might really be short-staffed after I left."

Osamu Dazai inadvertently revealed that he hadn't gone to work today.

Mori Ougai forced a tired smile, and instead of answering Dazai Osamu's question, he went to ask X, who was talking to a pair of twin children.

“Supervisor, no, Mr. X,” he struggled, “can I resign?”

As soon as he finished speaking, not only Dazai Osamu, but even the employees who had been chatting in twos and threes passing by him fell silent, looking at this bold man who had spoken so wildly with expressions of disbelief.

Is there something wrong with what he said?

X looked at the self-recommended talent with a questioning gaze and asked, "Do you know what resigning means?"

The long-haired girl from the twins spoke up too: "You...have you had enough of living?"

The short-haired girl looked on in astonishment.

Upon hearing the girl's words, Mori Ougai immediately sensed something was wrong. This place seemed to be similar to the Port Mafia, where one could only join but not easily leave.

The problem is, do violent gangs like the Port Mafia allow lower-ranking or new members to leave after paying a price?

Carly had just been promoted from a mid-level position when she heard that someone wanted to resign.

"What? Someone wants to resign?"

As soon as this sound came out, several employees who had stayed behind to join in the fun quickly left.

A tall, red-haired woman emerged from behind Mori Ōgai, a cigarette dangling from her lips, looking down at him with a subtle expression.

Behind her followed a cute girl with white hair and red eyes, whose appearance contrasted sharply with her own.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black and orange uniform, and her red eyes, for some reason, revealed a hint of excitement as she stared at me.

"This is an internal matter, and you have no need to interfere."

The red-haired woman noticed the girl's unusual excitement and warned her.

Miao received a warning from his idol, so he calmed down and started watching the excitement.

Seeing this, Mori Ōgai broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that resigning here meant resigning from the world?

"Mr. Mori, are you really going to resign?"

Dazai Osamu spoke up to break the somewhat tense atmosphere for his former guardian, emphasizing the word "resignation."

"I...I was just kidding."

"Tch, boring."

Miao was greatly disappointed; she had thought she would see her idol make a move.

"Ah, it was my mistake."

The young man, still wearing his white coat, paused for a moment, then said apologetically, "I forgot to tell you, in our company, resignation is tantamount to execution."

As the golden-eyed youth calmly uttered words that could prompt someone to call the police, Dazai Osamu still wore an expression of "I see."

Mori Ougai felt his fist harden.

What could he do? He couldn't beat X up in front of so many people; he could only smile.

Regardless, classes still have to be attended.

While Mori Ougai was suffering greatly, the fluorescent bracelet that had been officially placed in the containment chamber also malfunctioned.

"The timing doesn't match at all!"

X always works according to management guidelines, and he is aware of his own capabilities.

For items like fluorescent bracelets that require timing, he would only send an employee to touch them when they melted, and then immediately put them back, for fear that he would forget about them.

The problem is—he really forgot, but the employee who should have died is still alive and kicking; the employee didn't die.

Almost three 60-second intervals had passed before he noticed something was wrong when he saw the bracelet markings on the employees' heads in the surveillance footage.

This is inside the company. The previous time discrepancies might have been due to being outside, but now we're inside, which is definitely not normal. And… this bracelet-like thing looks a bit unreal.

He went to the intelligence department to ask Gabriel, but Gabriel sent him to the research and development department instead, telling him to ask Binah.

The former leader looked at the bracelet, then at X.

"Again?"

Before X could explain his purpose, she said, "Come back tomorrow, and we'll have a decision then."

So, after get off work the next day, X went downstairs to see Binah's research results.

"This is a counterfeit product; it's not even a derivative."

"The recovery speed is also slower than the intelligence department's records. The only advantage is that the countdown to triggering death is three hundred seconds."

Binah pointed to the pseudo-fluorescent bracelet lying flat on the table with her slender fingers and stated her conclusion.

"It's not bad as a little toy for leisure."

This is a replica, which means that the real Abnormality is still out there?

With that in mind, X decisively said goodbye to Binah. He needed to contact Ango Sakaguchi, who had previously given him his contact information.

When Sakaguchi Ango received X's call, he was taken aback. After hearing the contents, his mind went blank. What did he mean by "the original body is still outside"? This is a fake?

What does it mean that the main body will start a one-minute countdown after 15 seconds, and the person will die after it reaches zero?

When Zhongtian Shantouhu heard this, he was stunned. What could he do but spread the news?

Her fair hand idly twirled a round, plump, bright red apple.

The owner of the hand was watching television when, just then, an emergency news segment came in, and the beautiful female presenter read the message word by word:

Recently, some criminals have replaced the gemstones in this type of bracelet/bangle (picture of a "fluorescent bracelet" attached below) with highly radioactive materials. The public is urged to be vigilant and avoid touching them. For safety reasons, if you encounter any suspicious items, please call the following number immediately…

Did you notice so early that you stopped spinning the apple?

And... where did the bracelet actually come from? And how did it happen to run into him...?

The phone on the coffee table vibrated slightly; it was one of his loyal followers.

The believer's voice, crackling with static, was filled with panic and fear.

It seems like he's the one.

“My Lord! It’s all my fault. I was afraid my son, who was involved in organized crime, would get hurt, so I let him take it…”

The believer, who was confessing his sins, was interrupted by "the Lord" before he could finish speaking.

“I love you as you love your son. I will forgive your unintentional mistake and give you a new life.”

Hearing the believer's sobs, "the Lord" continued, "Come to my side."

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Author's note: Tomorrow [kiss][kiss]