Chapter 323 Crossing Limits
In the instant of the collision, Hebrew had many thoughts running through his mind.
Each time the effect of that trait was about to expire, he would recall a series of extremely embarrassing, utterly pathetic, and cowardly experiences in rapid succession.
This is no longer a game that can be easily fooled.
He almost died in that impact.
But soon, Hebrew thought again—oh well, he already knew that, didn't he?
At this moment, all the embellishment and pretense disappeared. There was no "persona creation" or "crazy talk" performance. Haihu's projection had been exhausted when facing Hamilton. He had spent too much time with Yu Yu earlier. That woman was like a cockroach. He almost killed her, but Erding intercepted her halfway and saved her. It was just that fate wanted her to live, and she had no choice but to live.
Someone has broken the rules, and beneath those rules lies a merciless mockery.
This is their game, and the only reward is the fun the actors create. If they want to salvage something, they must first give something to the audience outside the wall.
The Hebrews had long understood that this was not a human world, that everything they saw was a hellish abyss, and that all their struggles and ideals were in vain.
But he couldn't help but fantasize, deceive himself, and play the role of an optimist, at least that way... he could pursue that little bit of hope more under people's noses.
All these years have passed, Hebrew sighed, and he still hasn't changed at all. He blindly climbs into that completely unrealistic conjecture, even knowing that it might be the end or a wall, he is unwilling and unable to turn back.
As he was being sucked into the spatial rift, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the day long ago when he was first conscripted by Eoubs.
At the time, the regional manager from New York came to pick him up, and instead of locking him in some dilapidated-looking folding chair, they prepared a super luxurious business van with an interior so expensive it would scare a normal person to death. It even had a wine cabinet, bar, sofa, projector, and a dining table for cooking—because the high-ranking executive who sent the manager said he wanted to "inspect the goods." They were extremely interested in this ability to read anime and manga. If they could control it, it would be a sure-fire trump card, and all those A and B operatives would be useless.
The person in charge said earnestly that he would write the "test results" into the evaluation report later. This was very important, as it would directly determine the resources and activity rights that Heber would be allocated after joining Eoubs.
For a while, Hebrew, who had only recently come to his senses, stared blankly at everything around him, his mind filled with the various bloody events he had experienced. He was just thinking, "Why do you all demand so much from me, a hardcore anime fan with a low self-esteem? Just give me everything."
After that, the person in charge eagerly handed a contract to the round table made of pure gold, urging him to sign it quickly, and explaining that it was a contract extracted from a forbidden object, specifically for operatives who might one day cause the destruction of the world.
They did consider the overall situation.
The worldview Hebrew received was too intense, and he struggled for a long time to write his name on it. Of course, part of the reason was that the quill pen was too difficult to hold—it kept shifting slightly off-center. In the end, he simply bit his finger in frustration and pressed his handprint on it.
Immediately, a "successful" notification appeared on the contract. The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at him, and said, "From now on, you are one of the few people standing at the top of this planet."
At this moment, the driver—who was clearly also a high-ranking operative—said with a displeased expression, "Stop dreaming. Once you realize how much authority you have, you'll find that it's all a nightmare."
They argued for a long time, and neither of them won in the end, so they glared at each other with displeasure. The driver then asked the person in charge, "So, why isn't this guy showing off his special features yet?"
"It's all your fault for interrupting, darling. Just think of any anime or comic book that will broaden our horizons," the person said with a chuckle.
As he spoke, he lifted Hebrew's chin to examine his face closely, then chuckled and continued, "You're really good-looking, almost like an elf. If it weren't for the fact that your trait's rating is close to DOJ, you might have been chosen by some council to be their male concubine."
Hebrew felt this was a serious insult, but his mind was too confused at the time. He thought to himself, "Damn... why pretend to be cool? Besides, there doesn't seem to be anything scary about hanging out with these official institutions. It's just about creating a persona, playing the workplace game, and then performing as conscientiously as possible on stage. After that, everything will go smoothly."
So, on the very day he took office, the New York City Council lost a B05-level operative and a regional head.
Because the work he was reading at the time was called "One-Punch Man".
But as he became more and more entangled in Eoubs' nightmarish world, he suddenly began to miss his carefree, ordinary life from before.
Then what?
Then he woke up and found himself standing unharmed inside some kind of completely boundless, pure gray space.
And the injuries caused by the impact were inexplicably healed.
Hebrew did not know whether his previous thoughts were delusions generated in his coma or a replay in his hazy consciousness, because he did not have any sense of loss of consciousness or any other unusual feeling.
It was as if I had just had a short dream, and when I woke up I found myself in this strange place.
"I know you have a lot of questions, so please let me introduce myself first."
Like the instant a slideshow is switched.
A strange object resembling a human mouth appeared out of nowhere in front of him and said this.
“I am the end of the suffering you have endured in your lives.”
"To explain this in terms of concepts you can understand, I am the 'plot setting' that transcends the outline of the entire work."
"Far beyond those so-called multiverse gods, and concept actors with incredibly weak characteristics, or even reality modifiers."
"They are nothing but easily broken shells in my eyes."
Hebrew stared for a long time at the strange thing that kept opening and closing, uttering human voices, and then said.
"You're really ugly, bro."
Is this a new method of character creation?
"To make a surprise appearance, say something that sounds impressive but is actually useless, and then brainwash those who have come to this space without permission?"
"That's so stupid, buddy."
“When it comes to PUA, I have far more experience than you.”
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