Chapter 40 On Reconstruction
Unlike the two who were given a day off by their supervisor and got the cushy job of delivering things, with the supervisor's return, all life forms in Lobotomy Corporation, including employees, anomalies, and robots, were plunged into a never-ending cycle of overtime hell.
As part of the deal, Cervantes was allowed to remain in the facility. He looked at the dark-haired youth who was completely different from the one in Spain. Before, he was just a somewhat silent young man whose emotional intelligence perhaps couldn't keep up with his intellectual intelligence.
But now...
The red-haired Beyonder sat quietly in the corner of the monitoring room. He was a guest and didn't have to do any work. He watched the cartoon figures dying one after another on the giant screen. He knew that each little figure represented a life.
The black-haired youth kept issuing various commands. Although he was only one person, it was as if he had several brains working together, directing the employees of nine departments to work in circles. The energy bar in the upper left corner of the screen was progressing in an orderly manner.
However, the aliens will not be quietly drained of their energy.
Seeing that the Abomination Queen's Reverse Kabbalah Counter, which had been transferred from the Central Headquarters to the Control Department by Byakuya, was down to only one, the cute magical girl was hanging her head and muttering something listlessly to herself, such as "too peaceful" and "you don't need me."
For some reason, X sent out Xiaotang on her first day of work. She was wearing EGO armor, the Sword of Tears, produced by the Despair Knight, who was also a member of the magical girl group.
The short-haired blond cartoon character was ordered to travel from the Central Headquarters to the Control Department. Logically, the highly self-disciplined Don Quixote should be able to successfully pull back the Queen of Hatred's counter...
After sending the staff out, the supervisor turned his attention elsewhere. There was more than one anomaly here; Bai Ye still needed a nanny to look after her. Only after sending another full-time nanny dressed in a Paradise Lost outfit did the supervisor have time to keep an eye on the situation there.
A look in her eyes confirmed it: the Queen of Abominations was about to emerge. Don Quixote's job was done, and a yellow emoji representing a good result was displayed on the containment chamber. It seemed she was not satisfied with Don Quixote's companionship service.
Cervantes noticed that he started to switch the surveillance to a global view, clearly looking for something. Before he could find anything unusual, the black-haired youth began to direct the employees.
Following the supervisor's instructions, Cervantes also spotted his target: a pink feathered serpent, a creature straight out of mythology. The black-haired youth, seemingly accustomed to this, dispatched employees from the same floor to seize the opportunity to steal a knife from behind while the serpent was firing its laser.
Just when Cervantes thought it was all over, he saw the feathered serpent move away. He thought the young man would go looking for its trail as before, but to his surprise, he suddenly slumped back in his chair, his usually expressionless face showing a look that could be described as despair.
Just now, the Queen of Abomination moved to the entrance of the White Night's containment chamber and bumped into the nanny who had just finished work. Before he could even put his black shield on this unlucky chosen one, Quetzalcoatl's laser shot towards him.
Originally, thanks to Paradise Lost's 0.2 resistance to all attributes, he could have survived until the supervisor gave him a shield and used healing bullets. However, Bai Ye was not in a good mood either. He had already lost a lot of health in the containment chamber, and after being hit by a laser, he was carried away on the spot.
Today, I wasted my time at class.
It's time to choose "start the day anew" for the nanny. The staff of Paradise Lost are more important than energy, especially since he also managed to steal wings from White Night.
At this moment, the curtain in the monitor closed and then slowly opened again, and enthusiastic applause came from the monitor. "Very good, you've worked even harder for nothing," the supervisor said, looking at the musician who had forced him to look over.
The supervisor, having lost his sense of urgency, started flipping through the work log. The last person to work with the Silent Orchestra was Algaria, and the result was excellent. Well, the Resonance Orchestra is an orchestra after all, so it's only natural that they would work well together, haha.
Please restart. Thank you for letting me enjoy the music before restarting.
After an unknown amount of time, the red-haired youth could no longer bear the constant restarting of the young man. After yet another "starting the day anew," he requested to go to the surface for some fresh air. He also carried the expectations of his country on his shoulders, and he had finally understood what endorphins were. However... only the most insane person would do something like extracting energy from a monster.
He was going to leave first; he'd had enough of the endless alarms and the screams of his employees. The red-haired youth was brought to the ground by an office worker who looked at him like he was a savior.
The vacant clerical position that he escaped was naturally filled by someone else. At least for today, he didn't need to die. The flow of time inside the underground facility was completely different from the outside world. Once he came out, he didn't need to go back.
Inside the house sat two other Beyonders. Camus remained in the position of looking at the clock in his hand. All the evidence indicated that this was forty years in the future, especially since there was an annoying Beyonder from England sitting in front of him.
In particular, he didn't come alone; he was accompanied by Agents One, Two, and Three, who were disguised as service personnel in the carriage. He had to be responsible for them.
"Albert".
The British man, unusually familiar with the situation, said, "Do you need me to take you back home? I'm about to head back myself."
He was eager to return home to tell jokes to his colleagues. He had already come up with the theme for the script: a story about a time manipulator being fooled by time itself. Why not make the most of the readily available material?
With a ding, the elevator made a sound. The two turned around and saw that it was Beyonder No. 3, whose face was extremely ugly.
"Little Miger, what's wrong?"
Cervantes, no longer caring about the annoying Shakespeare, plopped down next to him, took an unused teacup, and gulped down the black tea inside.
Then he asked the two, "Why are you still chatting here? Aren't you going back to your country?"
"I think we could take five minutes to have a cup of tea before we leave?"
Shakespeare looked at the red-haired youth with a puzzled expression. He wasn't usually this impatient. He had only been down there for five minutes before returning to the surface. It felt like he had been underground for a much longer time.
Five minutes?
Cervantes was completely bewildered; he had been underground for at least a dozen hours, or even longer!
Camus remained silent, his light blue eyes fixed on the two people conversing. After a long while:
“Miguel, the flow of time within you is wrong; you have a lot more time than us.”
“We only experienced five minutes, but you experienced at least several hours, or even longer... Was it that supervisor who did it?”
Upon hearing about X, Cervantes's expression, which had just begun to recover, began to darken again.
He really didn't want to recall the black-haired youth, who seemed to be playing a game with constant rewinds. He didn't care about the lives of his employees at all; all he had in his eyes was the desire for resources. When he came out, his golden eyes were incredibly bright, and he was still trying to find the best solution.
“I was underground for at least a dozen hours,” he affirmed Camus’s answer.
Because they were leaving, the signal jamming here was temporarily turned off. Shakespeare successfully received a greeting call from the relevant department, the Special Abilities Division.
He was teleported here via Angela's space without any entry or exit procedures. He originally planned to contact the embassy and return home directly, but he encountered such a big mess, pointing out that he was the one who brought undocumented people with him, but now he is the one who is undocumented.
For some unknown reason, the Special Abilities Division got the news from somewhere, and they were immediately in an uproar. Three Transcendents, a full three in their small town! Could they have come on a group tour?
Terrified, Taneda Yamato hurriedly extended his deepest greetings to Shakespeare, who was supposedly the most easy to talk to. They just wanted to take good care of these three people and send them far away from Japan; they were desperate too.
Their only potential transcendent being is still a child. If they were to face a seasoned, true transcendent being, they'd be nothing more than easy prey.
Fortunately, upon hearing that they were leaving, Taneda Yamato was already preparing to send a car over to ensure they were politely escorted out of the country, when he heard the British overlord interrupt him from the other side:
"We two will leave, but will Miguel stay here?"
Upon hearing this, the bald-headed officer's heart skipped a beat. A deadly weapon left in Japan? In Tokyo? Is it true?
"Does Mr. Cervantes have something to attend to?"
"Hmm... he's obsessed with (energy)."
Holding the receiver, Santouka Taneda suddenly realized he couldn't understand English. Was he mesmerized? Mesmerized by what? What could possibly fascinate him?
"In short, he will stay in Japan for a long time..."
As long as endorphins are present, the number of people gathering here might increase. However, not everyone will accept the evil fairy he remembers. He is only willing to approach those superpowered individuals whose abilities have suddenly mutated into human form.
Damn it, is this some kind of chosen one (energy)?
Honglu, disguised as Sinclair, sent his friends from this world to his destination: the Blood Demon Amusement Park, a place filled with gothic style.
"Mr. Hagiwara, this is La Mancha Paradise."
Watching Kenji Hagiwara walk into the amusement park, the blond boy decided to leave. He had a premonition that this was his last break. Mr. Kingsley had previously instructed them on how to deal with their amnesiac supervisor, telling them what to say and what not to say.
"England?"
The blond boy had no idea that he was being addressed, Honglu didn't know anything about the distillery, and Liangxiu and Sinclair hadn't mentioned it to him either. He ignored the voices of passersby, only wanting to find a place to relax one last time.
After all, he has to go to work tomorrow, and hell is beckoning him.
Bourbon's target for this transaction was this newly opened amusement park. The well-prepared intelligence agents hadn't even had a chance to scout the location beforehand and were waiting for their target.
He first met his "old boss," a not-so-tall, champagne-colored mushroom who was definitely England Whisky. However, something felt off. Bourbon called out to him, and he was sure England had heard him, but he pretended to be an ordinary passerby.
Anyway, it's still early, and he's the only other member of the organization nearby. It wouldn't hurt to make a little contact with this "former boss" who has clearly defected from the organization but is still swaggering around here, right?
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Author's note: Writing.
I turned on my computer, opened the game, and the game was so much fun.
No, I have to write. The game is so much fun.
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