-1-
After carefully considering whether he could crawl back to land from the bottom of the sea, and whether he could escape his boss waiting on the shore...
Mr. P turned his eyes away from his boss's excited face and calmly put the elevator button back.
"Allow me to decline, Miss M."
Can't buy it for her.
Otherwise he won't be able to come back.
"Xiao P, but I want to fish..."
"no."
"That super cool big fish hook..."
"No. None of it."
“…”
-2-
So, when the elevator opened again, only Miss M came out alone, carrying the buns.
-3-
Because she didn't get the handsome big fish hook she was interested in.
Also because she is the boss, the boss cannot bear to hear his subordinates repeatedly saying "no" in an unquestionable tone.
So the subordinate had to lie down passively in the elevator.
Motionless, like a dead fish with its lungs pierced.
...you can even remove the "like".
-4-
The quiet elevator closed alone, went down alone, and waited alone on the first floor for a few minutes.
...This is why the Horror Maintenance Department has a separate office building and needs a separate elevator.
After all, Xiao P can wait quietly for resurrection, but his colleagues who have to wait for the elevator downstairs cannot do that.
It is not easy to accept that you can see a large mosaic when you open the elevator every day when you go to work.
But there are always large mosaics in the scary maintenance department's office building. So, the best solution is to isolate M to work alone, and then put P in as a placebo (toy) to keep him company.
...The effect is quite good.
Over the past 49 years, except for Mr. P, the psychological evaluation results of all system employees (including robots) have improved.
-5-
Oh, this doesn't mean that Mr. P's psychological evaluation results have been declining. His psychological evaluation has always been very good - very positive and energetic -
But the problem is that this positive, bright, omnipotent and reliable angel with positive energy that shines among the dead is the only employee responsible for regular maintenance of the psychological assessment system.
...He personally compiled and adjusted the evaluation system, so the credibility of his personal evaluation results is somewhat subtle.
-6-
Ten minutes later.
The elevator rose again, and Mr. P, who was safe and sound, was finally able to walk out of the elevator door.
He coughed for a while to adjust to his lungs without the hole, then went to the locker room as usual to make sure there was no blood on his body.
Ms. M has already found the lotus leaf beggar chicken that Mr. P brought back in the office. It was easy to find, right on her desk.
She poked the slightly cool lotus leaves, thought for a moment, and picked up the thin rope used to tie the beggar's chicken.
"Xiao P Xiao P~ Help me heat it up. I want to eat it hot and fresh from the oven."
Mr. P has become accustomed to his superiors barging into his dressing room.
He wiped his face and said, "Okay, wait a minute."
So Miss M held the thin rope that tied the lotus leaves in both hands and waited at the door, standing on tiptoe from time to time, then putting her feet down and swinging back and forth boredly.
Today she was wearing a white shirt, over-the-knee socks, patent leather shoes and a brown pleated skirt. The hem of the skirt was a few centimeters above the knees. The pleats were finely crafted and the curve when it swayed looked very beautiful.
The way she swayed back and forth with her head down looked like a schoolgirl holding a schoolbag in both hands, waiting for the bus on the street, and swaying the bag with a beautiful little pendant on it.
She looked so obedient while waiting, you couldn't tell at all that she had created a mosaic of all sorts of things in the elevator ten minutes ago.
It also seemed that Mr. P, who was cleaning himself in front of the mirror, was particularly cold and heartless.
-7-
"Xiao P Xiao P~ Are you still not done~ I'm hungry~"
"Hold on. Okay."
After confirming that there was no blood residue on the nails, Mr. P turned around and went out to help her heat up the beggar's chicken.
Miss M blinked.
There is no microwave in the office, so every time Mr. P heats something up, he simply pulls out the light screen and inputs instructions on the spot from the dimensional level.
This caused his skin, which had just been washed with clean water and was already too white, to appear inhumanly crystal-clear when reflected on the light screen.
Miss M actually likes to observe her subordinates from the side, not just the changes in their expressions. Xiao P changes his earrings every day, all kinds of weird earrings.
He has fair skin and shiny hair, and his earrings are not covered at all, which is very eye-catching.
Mr. P rarely comments or makes any comments on her outfit of the day, but Ms. M likes to comment on her subordinates' earrings and make all kinds of complaints and ridicules.
After all, mocking Xiao P is addictive and you can't stop.
This time she leaned in to take a closer look, wanting to mock his new earrings with cat paw pad patterns as being girly.
But then he realized, "Xiao P, why is one of your earrings missing?"
-8-
Mr. P said "hmm".
"It probably fell between the cracks of the elevator emergency button. I just couldn't find it."
"oh……"
"Next time you get angry, don't use my earring as a secondary weapon, Ms. M, or don't throw it away after you use it. The earring is very small and it will be difficult to find it after it is lost in the mosaic."
"oh……"
Miss M stretched out her fingers and fiddled with his cat earrings.
"How about I help you get rid of a few more? For example, this steel earring below is so cheap and the material is too old. You must be allergic to it often."
"…This is a relic, Ms. M."
"So what if it's a relic? As a soul entering the system world and leaving behind all your memories, you should throw away everything you had in life."
With one hand she fiddled with her subordinate's earrings, and with the other she put her arm around his neck.
They were now within a short distance of each other, so they could turn their heads and exchange a kiss in the next second.
Miss M, however, chuckled in his ear, "Or, was this earring given to Little P by some very important person? Some lover who's always thinking about him? Tell me, I'm really curious."
Mr. P: “…”
Death threats again, eh.
I just played with her in the elevator ten minutes ago.
-9-
"I have no memory. No matter how you ask, my answer is I don't know."
“Hmm…”
"Besides, it would be a waste to just throw it away. If you're willing to buy me a new earring, it's okay to throw this one away."
"...Oh? Are you serious?"
Mr. P put away the screen, put the heated beggar's chicken on a plate, and untied the string.
Miss M continued to play with her earrings with one hand and held onto his shoulders with the other, moving with him as he walked.
The boss really likes to cling to his back and act like a ghost. His head, hair, and fingers are all pressed against him, as if he is very attached to him.
But it’s probably just because this position makes it easier to break his neck... As a subordinate, self-knowledge is the most basic quality.
Well, don’t be easily fooled by appearances, always stay sober.
"Of course I'm serious. When I talk to you, I'm not serious, and I've never lied."
Mr. P opened the lotus leaf, tore off the fattest chicken leg, wrapped it in a wet tissue and handed it to her.
"Buy me a new one and I'll throw away this old one."
"...You really know how to throw? Is it a deal?"
"Um."
Ms. M rolled her eyes. "I don't have any money. Can you use your salary card to buy it?"
Mr. P curled his lips and said, "Yes. Whatever you give will be fine."
-10-
...Hmm.
It turns out that even when my subordinates curl their lips, they feel sweet. I thought that having a sweet smile was a privilege for me, the cutest person in the world.
No, no, it's not really sweet. She always thought Xiao P's smile was fake, but this smile... the corners of his mouth... hmm...
I feel a little hungry suddenly. What's going on?
Miss M stared at the corner of her subordinate's mouth and thought for a while.
After a while, she said in a deep voice: "Xiao P, I kind of want to chew it."
-11-
"oh."
Mr. P raised his head and handed it over.
Miss M... Miss M took the chicken leg handed to her by her subordinate thoughtfully.
He took a big bite.
...It smells so good. Hmm, I’m really hungry.
-12-
Well... let's not think about the chicken leg for now... She had just casually tested the waters before, thinking that she could dig out some secrets from his life, but unexpectedly, Xiao P really agreed to let her throw away the earring he had been wearing.
As long as it’s a gift from her… well.
"Xiao P really likes me."
"Of course. Because you're cute."
"Oh, Xiao P has good judgment. You're worthy of being my subordinate." Miss M waved a drumstick and instructed, "Keep it up, Xiao P! You can never have too many kind words. A happy boss will give you a raise! More and more! Go ahead, Xiao P!"
"...Well, thank you for your encouragement."
-13-
After receiving a positive response, Miss M finally released the ghost mode. She jumped off her subordinate and began to gnaw on the chicken leg in an immersed manner.
Mr. P turned around and opened the program he used for work.
"...It's lunch break, Xiao P. I'll do the work in the afternoon."
"I have a meeting with the purchasing department this afternoon, so I need to take care of this first."
"Ah? You're going there this afternoon? Isn't it closed?"
"No. I came back during the meeting to bring you the beggar's chicken."
-14-
Miss M swallowed the chicken in her mouth, stared at her subordinate's reliable back, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Little P is such a fool. If you could treat those female colleagues the same way you treat your boss, you wouldn't have been fired by them. You would have found a partner long ago, hahahaha - as expected, kids are just kids! And they're really dumb kids at that~"
Mr. P: “…Oh.”
Go eat your chicken drumstick.
-15-
"Xiao P, Xiao P, so where's your partner? Where's your partner? You haven't seen one in decades. Xiao P really has zero luck with the opposite sex. How stupid..."
Mr. P: "Ms. M, actually, you have a maintenance task today, and I came back during the break in the meeting just to inform you about it. As it happens, you can go on the task after dinner."
Ms. M, who was chewing a chicken leg, asked: "Yeah?"
"World 199. Last night, there was a disturbance in World 198, which spawned another terrifying world. The system currently gives it an A-level danger rating. Many indigenous people are already involved. If it's convenient, you'd better resolve it now. I have a meeting this afternoon, so I've set the coordinates for the launch space in advance. You can go directly to the launch room in five minutes."
"Oh, wait, I'll go after I finish eating the chicken legs..."
"The Aboriginal people are in imminent danger, Miss M."
"But my chicken drumstick is still..."
-16-
Mr. P turned his head expressionlessly. "This time, the situation is somewhat special. I intercepted some background information about this world during the meeting. You'd better take a look at these documents immediately, and then go..."
Miss M was holding a half-eaten chicken leg in one hand and the yogurt she had just unscrewed in the other. She looked at him and then at the thick book.
"Now? Really now?"
The look in his eyes was very innocent. Innocent and pitiful.
Mr. P: “…”
never mind.
"After lunch break, go whenever it's convenient for you. I'll change the delivery settings. Eat your food."
"That's great..."
“But it’s better to look at the information first.”
“…”
Miss M, holding a chicken leg in one hand and yogurt in the other, cast another pitiful look.
Mr. P...Mr. P had no choice but to hold up the document and slowly open it in front of her.
-17-
Abandoned school buildings, cemeteries, and...
Miss M couldn't help but whistle.
"A+ rated female ghost? Originally from another world...with space-time abilities that can cause a certain amount of interference to the system world...so rare, haven't seen one in a while."
"Yes, Ms. M, as you can see. The boss of this world is very troublesome. It was her sudden appearance in World 198 that caused World 199 to appear. She herself is a bug and should not be in that time and space."
"interesting……"
"Of course, I believe she's not a big deal to you. What you need to pay particular attention to is that the trapped natives of World 199 are all students and faculty members, and they still have vital signs... According to employee regulations, the maintenance process must minimize the use of force and prioritize the protection of the natives... The most important thing is to send the natives away before formal maintenance can begin. Furthermore, this world is also experiencing abnormal fluctuations, and even I can't guarantee that you will arrive at the exact time..."
"I understand, Xiao P. I can't just draw my sword this time. I have to act like a schoolgirl first, blend in with the crowd. Oh, there's no need to act in the first place, I'm so pure and cute!"
“…Yeah, that’s right.”
About the same.
-18-
Mr. P turned around, officially opened the data stream about World 199, and carefully confirmed the delivery procedure.
As mentioned before, the system world and the myriad worlds actually communicate on an equal footing; it is simply a trading platform where all kinds of things flourish.
The Horror Maintenance Department is able to directly observe the horror world from a high-dimensional data level because there are bugs in these worlds themselves and because of Mr. P's outstanding personal work ability.
The entire Observation Department is a department specially set up by the main system to "observe the world". All the work they do is actually just a basic part of Mr. P's work.
——He said that the information was extracted from the world data, but in fact it was the result of his personal observation, input, compilation and translation.
It transforms the profound rules and internal dynamics of the world into convenient information, then uses it in a form that the system world can analyze, transforming it into points of light and transmitting it into mid-air. In reality, it is not a true program, nor does it have anything to do with computer data.
...Of course, the distorted horror world is too special, and this processing method was specially developed by Mr. P only for the horror world.
Mr. P never thought of himself as a god who could look down on others from a higher dimension. He was just an ordinary civil servant.
-19-
After crossing the last set of coordinates that could reach the 199th Origin Channel, Mr. P turned around and said, "Ms. M, it's all set..."
The next word suddenly died in my throat.
Mr. P slowly lowered his head and saw a hand passing through his throat.
-20-
The monster slid past his ear, stuck close to his ear, and crawled out of the passage and chuckled.
The ghost girl raised her hand suddenly—the nails that had grown completely tore him apart—and then pulled him completely into—the fragment—time and space—
The last thing Mr. P saw in his remaining consciousness was his boss suddenly jumping out of his chair and pulling out a sickle.
...chicken drumsticks, and yogurt.
Being thrown away... the boss's lunch...
-twenty one-
=199 World=
=199 Origin=
The female ghost threw the debris in her hand to the ground casually.
"...Okay. I guess this is what you want, the system employee?"
It turned its head to look at the guy behind it, curled up its long, pointed scarlet tongue, and complained hissingly: "The barrier of the system world. Even for me, it is difficult to break through..."
Behind him, the guy wrapped in a white robe twitched and suddenly threw out some piece of meat.
The female ghost immediately bit it and slowly rolled it into her stomach with her tongue.
What it swallowed seemed to be extraordinary, and it showed a very satisfied expression.
"Sure enough, it's still the Banshee's flesh..."
The man in white robe suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture.
"...Hmm? You're asking, which department, employee? I just arrested them randomly, it doesn't matter..."
The ghost girl's words were suddenly interrupted.
The entire world—the source of this entire terrifying world—began to rustle and shake, like a dilapidated house about to be destroyed by hail.
-twenty two-
It was like a natural disaster.
The source was broken.
No stopping, no reservations, no playing around.
A natural disaster—or perhaps, a divine punishment that descended upon all the horrifying worlds—was an unprecedented, all-encompassing, twisted black shadow, its length and width impossible to measure, its sharp shadow slicing through everything—
The female ghost screamed in terror, more terrified than the moment before her death and more resentful than the first sight after death - she turned her head to seek help from the man in white robe, but found that the latter had already disappeared in a hurry, leaving only a corner of white robe that had not had time to escape with its master.
In a flash.
It is left to face natural disasters.
-twenty three-
Only it was left, able to see what was revealed at the end where the source was torn open.
In the endless, endless shadows... a certain existence...
A certain existence that mortals must never look directly at.
-twenty four-
Give it back to me
This isn't fun.
-25-
The long-dead, extremely vicious, A-level terrifying undead couldn't help but scream in despair.
It had clearly bled dry long ago, but this thing that it could not look directly at still made its eyes bleed.
No, it's not just that.
Give it back to me
Give it back to me
The entire source, the entire space, the entire world... was tearing apart, screaming, bleeding... bleeding, bleeding, bleeding—
-26-
"Ms. M. This boss needs to be kept alive until I get a confession."
A hand gently covered the ghost girl's bleeding eyes and her ears that were gradually shrinking and rotting.
Even though this hand still has cracks that have not yet fully healed, like broken porcelain.
Angels can always protect everything, no matter how many terrible cracks the angel carries, or how terrible the things he protects are.
"So, please calm down... If this place is completely torn down, all the evidence will be gone..."
Behind the female ghost, the weak and powerless undead spirit that could be torn to pieces again in an instant coughed lightly.
He raised his head, coughed slightly, and looked at the object on the other side that he couldn't look at directly with a slightly helpless expression.
"I'll be with you soon... ahem... in fifteen minutes... we'll meet at..."
-27-
But the source shook violently again, and the world cracked open again.
"...Please don't be angry. It's not that I refuse to see you. It's just that I look terrible right now. Please give me fifteen minutes to tidy up."
-28-
The source became quiet.
The world is also at peace.
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