"Sister Yu, but..."
"No buts! Exercise isn't something you can do on a whim; it requires consistency! Keep going!"
Sister Fish gave him no chance to argue, pointing her spear at him and making him continue doing push-ups.
Ekalen was on the verge of tears, and could only look at Hera with deep regret.
"Sorry, boss, I need to keep training. I hope you'll forgive my poor training."
As he spoke, he lay down on the ground again and began doing push-ups, his hands trembling.
"It's okay, more exercise is good."
Hera sat down on the sofa with her coffee, watched Ekaren exercise, and then took a sip of her coffee.
"I don't like to drink it."
Hera then placed the coffee on the table.
Hera took out her phone and glanced at Diana's contact information. Her eyes slowly became vacant, and she began to stare blankly.
More accurately, it is about mobilizing mental energy to control one's clone.
Inside the ventilation duct of Godkiller Technology Company.
A piece of flesh the size of half a fist was moving at an incredible speed inside the ventilation duct wall.
This is already the second day that this lump of flesh and blood has been in the company.
In two days, Hera explored almost the entire ventilation duct of the Godkiller Technology Company.
Although many ventilation openings are not connected, there are still many places she cannot go.
However, it's not a big deal, at least Hera already fully understands most of the company's internal structure.
However, this only provides an understanding of the earth's structure, and only a partial one at that.
Hera doesn't know about places like the storage locations for the armor or other highly confidential locations.
The flesh and blood slowly crawled to a vent, and an eye grew out from it, looking down.
In the brightly lit corridor, several people in suits walked by from time to time.
Each of them also had a different colored name tag hanging on their body.
According to Hera's analysis, the colors of these name tags should be based on the employee's rank.
Like the [Armor] pilot Diana we met before, her name tag in her pocket was black.
Hera estimated that it must be the highest-level work badge.
These work badges are most likely used to enter certain specific areas, just like access cards.
Hera then ran along the ventilation duct to other ventilation openings to observe.
She noticed that the further inside the company she went, and the more important the place, the darker the color of the employees' name tags became.
People with lighter-colored name tags are often blocked by certain doors.
Hera understood: the darker the nameplate, the higher the status it represented.
[War Armor] The pilot's status is undoubtedly the highest in this company, which is why it is black.
Of the cards discovered so far, the colors, from darkest to lightest, are:
Black, purple, red, orange, green, and white.
White is mostly used for things like sweepers; it makes little difference whether it's there or not.
Of those, only the black one is known to be able to enter the armored form, but it's unknown whether the purple one can enter.
Hera carefully observed from the ventilation duct. She decided to first assassinate an employee silently, then impersonate him and infiltrate the company.
Every now and then, one or two people would walk past under the ventilation shaft in the corridor, but Hera did not rush to make a move.
Because their work badges are of such a low level, Hera would need at least a purple or red badge.
After Hera waited for nearly three hours, an employee with a red name tag around his neck finally appeared in her sight.
The employee looked quite young, but his full beard made him appear more mature.
He was looking down at the documents, completely unaware of the impending danger.
As he passed under the ventilation duct, a drop of something fell from above and landed on his neck.
The strange sensation made the employee shudder.
But when he touched his neck, he couldn't feel anything behind it.
He simply assumed it was his imagination, shrugged, and continued with his work.
Back in his office, the man drank a cup of coffee and began his busy work.
He worked until it started to get dark before he yawned and stopped.
"So tired..." He stood up, stretched his limbs, and took a few steps to leave.
"Gurgle gurgle..."
As soon as I opened it, my stomach started growling, followed by a sharp pain.
The man screamed "Tear!" and ran towards the toilet, clutching his stomach.
However, just as he stepped into the bathroom and was about to turn on the toilet, a sudden, excruciating pain erupted in his abdomen.
"ah--!"
The man screamed in pain, clutching his stomach and collapsing to the ground.
The intense pain was so severe that he couldn't even struggle to move.
It feels like a ferocious beast is gnawing at your internal organs inside your stomach.
"Help...help me! Help me..."
The man, sweating profusely, pounded on the toilet door with all his might and cried for help.
The banging grew weaker and weaker, and the man's cries for help became almost inaudible.
"save……"
The last sound escaped from his throat, and then there was no more sound.
The instant he died, a fleshy tentacle emerged from his mouth.
Then the tentacles slowly transformed into a giant mouth that swallowed the man whole.
The man's corpse was swallowed and then quickly digested, turning into nutrients.
A large mass of flesh and blood inside the toilet slowly wriggled into the shape of a person, and then it actually turned into the appearance of that man.
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