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In a certain horrible world, in a certain hidden source.
The elevator opened and the man in white robes stepped into the dark corridor.
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...This is the corridor on the top floor inside the Eternal Life Society.
The walls of the corridor were filled with thick darkness. It would be more accurate to say that it was like walking down a pitch-black well rather than a corridor - this corridor gave people an extremely cramped and depressing feeling.
But the man in white robe walked neither fast nor slow.
...Of course, he is undead.
The undead are not afraid of the dark, nor of deep wells.
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Deep well... At the end of the corridor, there is a set of very ancient carved wooden doors.
Compared with the bottomless dark corridor, its appearance here is a bit abrupt. The door knocker is even painted with gold paint, and a pair of slightly tacky red double happiness characters are pasted on the peony pattern on the door.
The man in white robe looked at the door and stretched out his hand.
"Putting a door like this at the entrance to the Eternal Life Society's highest-level meeting room—I really don't know what the president is thinking all day long, right?"
The white-robed man paused his outstretched hand.
He turned around and the man put his arm around his shoulders carelessly.
-4-
"Hey, long time no see."
—In the System World, Mr. 886, who works in the Purchasing Department, patted the white-robed figure on the shoulder with familiarity. "It's so rare to see you in the Eternal Life Society. Aren't you always running around, negotiating business with the bosses of various terrifying small worlds?"
The man in white robe: “…”
The man in the white robe said: "...Everything you say always sounds low-class."
I was inducing and using those low-level evil spirits to destroy the world they existed in, killing and devouring more undead with their healthy memories, and incidentally helping the Eternal Life Society expand its influence... Can all these things be summed up with just a casual phrase like "talking business"?
If you don’t know me, you might think I’m selling insurance.
Mr. 886 laughed “hahahaha” very heartily.
"Don't be so serious. The Eternal Life Association, the Purchasing Department, the System World's Energy Exchange—no matter which organization or institution, everything they do is just business. Why bother with so much and make such clear distinctions?"
So noisy.
The man in white robes slapped away the hand on his shoulder.
"That's you. A guy who'll get involved with any organization if it means gaining power... Don't try to get involved with me."
Mr. 886 shrugged.
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"You can't do this."
Mr. 886 folded his hands behind his head and swaggered open the door. "He got really angry over a few teasings. His personality is far worse than P's. Speaking of which, did you know? P recently took a few days off and invited me to go fishing with him at the lake—"
This guy.
The white-robed man's face darkened as he quickly walked into the conference room. At the same time, his hands hidden under his robes quickly attacked.
Mr. 886 turned quickly and gripped his wrist tightly.
-6-
"That won't do. Just a few words will break your defense."
Mr. 886's cheerful eyes gradually deepened. "Doesn't the Eternal Life Society have a rule? Can the top leaders who co-founded the organization attack one another at will? I'm not a civilian in the system world, nor am I an evil spirit you can devour at will, little guy."
The man in white robes swung his other hand violently: "I am not someone you can offend with words so casually."
——There was a "bang" sound, and it was a very strong fist.
"This fist can't devour you, so it's not a violation."
He pulled his fist back, his blond hair swaying beneath his white hood. "But it hurts. It's enough to knock out two teeth of that fence-sitter, right?"
Mr. 886 covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth.
This kind of wound is just a minor pain for an evil spirit of his level.
but……
He wiggled his loose teeth. "Yeah. Getting punched in the face like that is really a surprise to me. After all, P always smiles in front of me—after all, I'm his 'friend'."
-7-
The man in white robe suddenly grabbed his collar, clawed his fingers, and went straight to his chest.
"Ah, man."
There was movement at the door of the conference room again, and this time, it was a very pleasant female voice.
"They said it was an important meeting, the top leaders of the Eternal Life Society were all gathered, and we had to attend..."
The beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes pushed open the carved wooden door. "But, before the meeting even started, two men were already fighting at the door... Why is it that in every world, every source, whether alive or dead, stupid men always get together and have stupid fights..."
"ah."
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The man in white robe, whose hood had fallen off during the scuffle, stared at the woman with black hair and black eyes at the door.
The man in white robe: “…”
Ms. W: “…”
What's going on.
-9-
At that moment, both parties thought in their hearts at the same time:
This face looks like it needs to be torn apart no matter how you look at it.
Tsk.
-10-
Ms. W silently turned her head and raised her hand expressionlessly at Mr. 886. "Um... this unknown senior member of the Eternal Life Society... there's a dog among your Eternal Life Society's leaders, right? It's not rabies, is it? I was only notified to attend the meeting, and I'm not prepared to get a rabies shot."
The white-robed figure released his grip on Mr. 886's collar and cast a look of both disgust and pity at Miss W. "I had no idea the Eternal Life Society had developed to this point. Doesn't the president constantly talk about 'how to kill the Banshee'? Has years of accumulated hatred crippled his brain, twisting it into a fake to vent his emotions?"
Ms. W: "Who are you calling a fake, sir? What have you been barking about since the beginning? I don't understand dog barking, especially when it comes from a face like this with blond hair and blue eyes."
The man in the white robe said: "Haha. As expected, women with this face always have some serious problems. It's really pitiful. Dog barking? No, don't confuse me with that stupid dog, crazy woman."
Ms. W: "Hahahaha, what do you mean by a woman with that face? What makes you pity her? Sorry, sorry, it's not a dog barking, it turns out that this golden guy is a pig barking... As expected, blondes are no good. Blondes deserve to die. Let me help you pull them out? One by one, all of them."
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Mr. 886: Hiss.
It seemed as if something quite sharp collided in the air in front of me, and then bit each other with a scream and a roar.
"No, both of you."
Mr. 886 shrank back painfully, avoiding the air currents from the almost visible collision of auras. "Haven't we met each other before... are we both high-ranking members of the Eternal Life Society?"
The man in white robe looked at Miss W with disgust, who was smiling gently, and walked to the other corner of the meeting room, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Not really," he said. "I've been traveling around the world. Besides, the Guild Master only recently invented this thing... that weapon, rumor has it, that can be used to kill the Banshee?"
Ms. W: Ah. Things.
——It turns out that there are other guys with the same face who can make me feel even more disgusted.
"How rude."
She also chose a seat far away, pulled out the chair and sat down. "I'm nothing... The so-called president you're talking about had to beg and cajole me to attend this meeting."
These lunatics are trying to resurrect me for no apparent reason and kill my sister.
…If it weren't for the desire to gain more intelligence, who would condescend to come to this Eternal Life Society, where the air is filled with the stench of decay, and tolerate the title of "Eternal Life Society High-ranking Official" given to her by the president she absolutely disliked?
"Then I'll trouble you to do some further research on the organization that's trying to revive you. It just so happens that you've been revived by them now, allowing you to move semi-freely within their territory, right? Don't worry, I'll also conduct a thorough investigation."
...If not, we would have reached a cooperation with that vicious dog.
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Miss W looked again at the man in white robe sitting at the other end of the conference table.
The guy opposite has the exact same face as the vicious dog, so he must be closely related to him.
The being with the same appearance is a high-ranking member of the Eternal Life Society... Haha, she was not mistaken, it was indeed a vicious dog.
There is so much information hidden that I don’t know.
...I really want to tear that face apart. It's so unpleasant.
How about contacting him again in my dream tonight and tearing it apart with my fingernails? Anyway, that guy won't dare to fight back because of her status.
Blond guys, really, none of them are good.
-13-
snort.
Black-haired women...are all crazy, pathetic, and inferior creatures.
She looks really unhappy. I really want to tear her apart... Anyway, this fake doesn't have a sickle in his hand, right?
The man in white robe narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed her movements after she sat down. He noticed that she did not cross her legs and even tucked up the hem of her skirt like a lady.
Unlike M, this woman had a very gentle and harmless demeanor.
...It was just an illusion. He knew just by looking at that face that this person was definitely not a good person.
Disgusting woman.
... He couldn't stand it any longer, even a minute, a second... He was actually staying in the same place with this face, in the same organization... He might as well take action... Devour this disgusting face... After all, he was much stronger than his stupid dog brother after devouring countless undead souls... Besides, this fake was definitely not as powerful and terrifying as M...
Take action.
Tear her apart.
-14-
"Calm down."
Mr. 886, sitting next to him, suddenly reached out, placed his hand over his, and said, "That woman is the key to our plan. She's also the Guild Master's most prized tool. You haven't been in the Eternal Life Society recently, so you don't know... The Guild Master has ordered that she be treated as an equal to the higher-ups in the Eternal Life Society... If you dare to tear her apart, you'll be the one to disappear."
The man in white robe glanced at him coldly.
"I'm not afraid of the president. I gave management rights to that lunatic because I'm too lazy to deal with trivial matters."
"Really? Then, wouldn't it be better to use another excuse?" Mr. 886's eyes grew colder. "If you dare to tear her apart, I'll make you disappear."
“…”
The man in white robe frowned.
"You want to protect her? You and M... No, that's not right. Do you know this thing? When she was alive... did you... have any interactions?"
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"Things, things, you keep saying that. How rude."
Miss W stroked her cheek and sighed, "Kids these days really deserve a slap in the face."
Mr. 886 released the hand that was pressing on the back of his hand and turned to give a flattering smile to the sighing Miss W.
"Yes, ma'am, children nowadays are so ignorant."
...Alas, that's why she said it was bad luck.
The Eternal Life Society was a place she couldn't stand, filled with a foul odor.
If it weren't for her beloved sister, she would never appear in this place, acting as a high-ranking official, and dealing with these stupid men who were annoying just by looking at them...
"What are you talking about?"
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Miss W stroked her cheek and smiled a very touching and gentle smile. "How long ago was it that I married you? You died of tuberculosis shortly after our marriage. Our love was so shallow that we shouldn't continue to call each other that way after we die."
Mr. 886 nodded. "Of course it's shallow. If my wife hadn't stood by my sickbed, fanning herself and gnawing on some spareribs, saying, 'Go die!' I wouldn't be a ghost, still wandering the world."
Miss W had a gloomy expression on her face. "You're a money-grubbing businessman, and you're acting as if I've betrayed you. During the time we were married, you took on several concubines. You were so sick you couldn't even get out of bed, and you still asked me to hire prostitutes for your entertainment. How could that be sincere?"
Mr. 886 waved his hand. "Of course I'm not talking to you about my true feelings. When my wife and I agreed to marry, we already agreed that it would be all about money, not love. My wife is a renowned and peerless beauty, and she has brought a lot of glory to my business. I'm very grateful to you... But, after a lifetime of earning gold bars, I didn't expect you to die young. It's all up to your wife to enjoy the blessings I left behind..."
Miss W sighed sincerely, "I haven't forgotten you either. Every year since you died, I've burned carts of beautiful women and luxury cars for you to enjoy in the afterlife. Who could have known that, just because I spent a few gold bars, you'd haunt me for so long, so long, so long... The strong smell of money is fine, but you're so petty..."
Mr. 886: “Hahaha.”
Ms. W: “Hehehe.”
-17-
The man in white robe: “…”
The man in white robe: "You two know each other." And it seems that you have a special relationship.
Miss W sighed and shook her head. "I don't know them. I'm just a resurrected, half-finished prop. That one over there is just a profit-seeking evil spirit."
Mr. 886 did not speak to her again. He just turned around and placed his hand solemnly on the back of the white-robed man's hand again.
"As someone who's been there," he said cheerfully, "don't marry a woman with that face. And if you do, don't tell her where you keep your gold bars. Absolutely. Don't."
The man in white robe: “…”
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Don't want to bother with it.
He didn't want to bother with either of these two senior executives.
...What happened to the Eternal Life Society now? He was just traveling around the world and hadn't come back for a while. Why are the top leaders now more outrageous than each other?
"Even though everyone hasn't arrived yet, they called us in for a meeting early..."
The white-robed man turned to look at the chief: "Where's the president?"
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"Who knows? Did he go to see his little lover?"
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——At the same time, in another world.
Still struggling to figure out how to use his flip phone and concentrating on typing on the keyboard, Mr. P heard the announcement of the subway arriving at the station.
He lowered his head and pressed his cell phone while standing up and walking towards the car door.
This stop was a popular tourist attraction, and it was rush hour, so he barely had to look at the road and could just squeeze out by following the flow of people.
However, the moment he stepped out of the car, someone in the crowd deliberately touched his arm, and a voice rang in his ear -
"Long time no see... This is something you left with me before."
"Consider it a gift. Happy fiftieth anniversary, dear puppy."
-twenty one-
……who?
Mr. P turned his head sharply, but the car door had already closed slowly.
The crowd surged like a vast ocean.
-twenty two-
Mr. P stood there in a daze. After a moment, his usual gentle smile disappeared. He frowned deeply and covered his arms.
"...It's so dirty. So disgusting."
【Dear puppy】?
That was clearly a strange male voice.
The words were so cheesy and intimate... Moreover, he could hear the hidden meaning in the seemingly intimate words...
It was almost overflowing with malice.
-twenty three-
"...did you give me something when we passed each other..."
Mr. P felt in his pocket and indeed felt something.
...Wait, this shape, this size...
-twenty four-
As if he had thought of something, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately took out from his pocket -
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"Xiao P? Xiao P Xiao P, where are you~"
Standing in the crowded subway passage, Ms. M, wearing a baseball cap, stood on tiptoe, raised her hands to form a scaffold, and looked around.
She still held the flip phone in her hand, and the main system's weak voice came from it:
"Please be kind and keep a low profile... You kept making a fuss and insisted on going after your subordinates, and finally lost your patience and dragged me out of the system world without thinking... Do you know how difficult it is to help you locate someone's coordinates while scrambling through the worlds? And do you know how serious it would be if you made a mistake..."
"Shut up. You've used up all your energy just traveling through time. You can only possess a cell phone and talk like that."
Ms. M snapped her flip phone shut and jumped for joy: "I found it, Little P is there~"
Not far away, a figure with a backpack was standing next to the glass door of the subway train.
He seemed to have just gotten off the bus, but also seemed to be waiting for another one. He was looking down at something, seemingly very focused.
Miss M squeezed her baseball cap tighter, waved at him, and shouted happily:
"Little P, Little P! The boss is here. Look, look, the boss is here to play with you. Let's go on vacation together~"
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He raised his head, looking over here with some confusion and some surprise.
"Little P..."
"Sorry, have you been waiting long?"
——In the crowd, a girl swiftly stepped past Miss M and came to his side skipping and jumping.
"I didn't expect that the queue for just one drink at that milk tea shop would be three hours... Hehe, I'm late, sorry."
The blond man shook his head, then very gently took the milk tea bag from her hand and held her hand with his other hand.
"It's okay. I didn't wait long. I was just a little worried while I waited for you."
"That's great~ Let's go? I'm really looking forward to it, this is——"
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The black-haired, black-eyed girl excitedly raised their clasped hands, raised them out of the crowded crowd and waved them into the air as if cheering.
Miss M, who was not far away, was stunned where she was. Her excellent eyesight allowed her to see the girl's face and her hand, which she deliberately raised and shook ostentatiously, at a glance.
-28-
"First honeymoon after marriage!"
-29-
——In another world, Mr. P looked at the wedding ring he took out of his pocket and remained silent for a long time.
The subway was packed with people, almost swallowing him up in the tiny "m" on the inside of his wedding ring.
"...Is it something important that I left with someone before I died...?"
-30-
If I put it on someone's ring finger, will it be the perfect size?
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