I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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She held her cigarette butt and said with slight displeasure, "Daniel, you always like to act on your own. I saw you doing the same thing before, running off alone into the back alley from the prestigious Nest."

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

After a series of metallic clanging sounds, Du Jue finally put on his new bullet vest. His familiar powerful resilience was back, which made him feel at ease.

However, after smelling the cigarette that Carly offered him again, Du Jue, though finding the idea of ​​sharing cigarettes difficult to describe, still took it and took a small puff.

"Well, I've actually conducted several investigations into the back alleys, making me one of the odd ones in the hive who cares about that place. But the last investigation wasn't my fault. Didn't you kidnap me, Carly, thinking I was a fraudster impersonating Carmen?"

Daniel spread his hands, somewhat helplessly. "But it's not necessarily a bad thing. I know Carly, you weren't acting impulsively; you just had bad eyesight."

Carly immediately turned her head away, slightly embarrassed by these words. She took the nearly burnt-out cigarette from Du Jue's mouth, put it in her mouth, and walked out. "Heh, I don't have time to chat with you, you blue-haired bastard. I still need to prepare for the final work."

“You’re right, we should stop this. I won’t disturb your rest any longer. After all… everything we have, including Lobotomy Corporation, will come to a complete end tomorrow, while your journey is probably just beginning.”

Daniel politely nodded goodbye to Du Jue.

"Humph!"

Lisa watched the two figures leave with displeasure, thinking, "Two boring guys."

She turned to Du Jue, her hands clasped behind her orange shirt dress like an elderly gentleman giving instructions, "Du Jue, how was the position shield I gave you before? Did it get damaged in the battle?"

"It's alright, but it's too crispy."

Du Jue didn't pay much attention to this, since the enemies they were facing could easily break through the maximum absorption value of the field shield.

Lisa, however, was not discouraged at all. "That's what it does! It means it absorbed the damage for you, so don't be alarmed!"

"Isn't the purpose of a brooch simply to be an ornament?"

Gallion, who walked in calmly, made a blunt assessment, which made Lisa angrily turn and leave.

This is Angela. I'm glad our plan has reached the penultimate stage. Once we overcome tomorrow's obstacles, the Seed of Light will be fully formed.

Furthermore, the system protects employee privacy; at least the surveillance footage of your dormitory is only used for health checks and will not be accessed or viewed by others.

You must be hungry. If you need, you can come to the conference room. I think this will be the last dinner at headquarters.

This is very memorable.

Just as Du Jue was getting hungry and was about to leave, he heard Galion's invitation.

Would you like some black tea?

Du looked at Galion in a black dress with puzzlement. The only thing that was visible on the inside of her long hair was pure gold, making her the most aristocratic among the ministers.

"Black tea? No need, I just want to have a good meal right now."

Du Jue shook his head; he just wanted to replenish his energy.

Garion didn't insist, turning to look at the security camera in the corner of the infirmary. "What a pity."

She continued, "However, you'll have to retrieve the spear from the Construction Department yourself, because no one else can lift it. It's a truly special EGO, capable of turning illusory sins into real weight."

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Chapter 268 Job Hopping.

When Du Jue retrieved the Thorn Spear, he discovered that it was mixed with a lot of charred fragments. He shook it, but it only moved these fragments slightly.

"Looks like I need to get Angela to clean the weapons, otherwise my hands will be as black as if I've been mining just from touching them."

I decided not to put it back into the dimensional glove. Only then did I notice that the glove had quite a few charred spots, but as a high-end product from the Giant Item Workshop, it was still quite sturdy.

Standing at the entrance of the construction department, Galion stared at Du Jue's right hand, which was gripping the spear. "What a pity. Although I am responsible for extracting EGO, it is strictly forbidden to possess it. Otherwise, I would like to give it a try."

"If I could do it all over again, I would definitely do anything to get them."

Gallion followed Du Jue toward the elevator, saying, "But that's probably impossible here."

Listening to Galion's lament, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, because she knew the problem all too well.

Galion only cooperated with headquarters because her personality chip access was controlled and because of her curiosity about the Seed of Light project. Given the perfect opportunity of core suppression, she would act without restraint.

It's important to understand that the management here are basically her mortal enemies; forcing them to work together doesn't mean they've put aside all their grudges.

Benjamin didn't die in the disaster of the raid on the research institute by the leaders. He was captured and forcibly rebuilt by Angela and stuffed into headquarters. In other words, the lower level of headquarters before that only had one minister, Gallion.

"You know it's impossible, yet you still talk so much nonsense."

Standing in the elevator, Du Jue looked at Gallion, who was stopped outside, and said, "Wait, you don't mean to touch my Thorn Spear, do you?"

During the previous work on the Abnormalities, eliminating these two Giant Workshop weapons did feel like using Abnormality fragments as enhancement orbs.

If the workshops outside discover this, they might hire someone to kill him.

After all, back then, Arno of the Giant Workshop was willing to pay people to steal goods from the Alliance Company in order to obtain scarce and limited forging materials, and some firms even dared to explore the singularity technology of the Worldwing for huge rewards.

In the city, perhaps only the leader can truly inspire awe and fear in urban dwellers from the bottom of their hearts.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Gallion calmly reached out and pressed a button to reopen them. "I did have that idea, after all, your weapon isn't exactly an EGO, I can tell."

"However, Angela still put it on the list of things that should not be touched. My personality chip is probably the most mechanical among the ministers, and I cannot disobey the headquarters' management system."

Seeing Galion looking at him with a probing gaze, Du Jue said warily, "Then that settles it. Even if I give it to you, you can't touch it."

"uncertain."

Garion spoke with great certainty, “I think it’s not just me who finds you special, but also the AI ​​named Angela. Otherwise, why would you have such high authority, practically a minister without employees or an independent department?”

"If you're willing to eliminate it, then Angela will be willing too."

The elevator doors closed undisturbed this time.

Gallion tried pressing the elevator button again, but the two doors continued to close. She immediately realized that this was Angela's forced operation. "No way, I'm sure you're not in this script now, right?"

[This is Angela. It seems you've encountered some unwanted attention. Next time, just call me. Until Plan A ends, you can always trust me.]

Looking at Galion through the crack in the door in surprise, Du Jue hadn't expected this man to be so perceptive, but he wasn't nervous. After all, the work at headquarters would end tomorrow, and saying these things now wouldn't have any impact.

He spoke before the door closed: "We have plenty of time. Come to my company later and you can have as much fun as you want."

"The city is truly... ever-changing, like a kaleidoscope that captivates the mind."

Galion showed no impatience or disappointment, but simply nodded in agreement with Du Jue's suggestion, "Then I will await good news."

Ding!

Du Jue, who was at the top, rarely saw any joy on the faces of the employees. After all, even they knew that the headquarters project was about to end, and whether they were given a holiday or transferred to another position afterward, it wouldn't be worse than it was now.

"Stop it! It feels like I haven't seen you for days. Have you been staying on the lower level the whole time?"

Song Yachong, who was running over excitedly, refused to share the good news, saying, "I didn't expect to finish work so quickly, and two of my classmates are still alive!"

"To be honest, if it weren't for you, I probably would have been dead by now if I hadn't offended the supervisor. If I could, I wouldn't want to pursue any glamorous job in World Wings. I'd rather open a restaurant; it's better than living on the edge every day."

Du Jue simply chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "No one can save someone who truly wants to die. You wanted to live, which is why all of this happened."

"No!"

"Who here doesn't want to survive?"

Song Ya's excited expression melted away, replaced by loneliness and sorrow in the face of elimination. "But the high-risk work with no hope day after day is enough to wear down anyone's enthusiasm and patience."

“I once saw Daniel, the head of the middle welfare department. His despondency was not due to a voluntary loss of faith, but rather to being crushed by the omnipresent cruelty.”

At this point, Song Ya quickly explained, "Of course, I'm not saying that Minister Daniel is like me, after all, our statuses are worlds apart."

“Every day I wake up to see missing colleagues, while everyone at headquarters goes about their work as if those people never existed.”

Song Ya became agitated again, saying, "They are ignoring our lives and disregarding our deaths here."

Du Jue was surprised by Song Ya's bloodshot eyes and quickly raised his hand to pat her back, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, everything will pass tomorrow."

As Song Ya gradually relaxed, she paused and spoke in a hoarse voice: "No matter how high-sounding those ministers and supervisors' words were, without you, my fate would have been death. After all, even the most lenient Minister Michelle used drugs to kill her employees."

"In hell, everything you do is an act of evil; the only salvation is to destroy hell."

Hearing Song Ya's slanderous words against the company, Du Jue would normally be marked as mentally abnormal by the system, but at this moment there was no need to worry about whether he would be fired because of these comments, because the headquarters would indeed be destroyed.

Du Jue, who was determined to find a job, willingly stopped and waited for Song Ya to finish speaking.

"Even now, I still remember that bottle of milk that was specially reserved for me at the restaurant many years ago. I will never forget you now, never forget you."

Having regained her composure, Song Ya turned away embarrassedly to wipe her tears.

"I've watched a lot of live streams, and I heard that your company wants to bring happiness to the city. It sounds pretty good. Maybe I can join them?"

Oh, I see. So you want to change jobs.

"Of course, Song Ya, there will be no obstacle to this as long as you and I want to."

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Chapter 269 Smile.

After calming down, Song Ya still choked up a little as she spoke, "By the way, Du Jue, why didn't you reply to the other colleagues? Yu Wen really wanted to invite you to dinner."

"Many employees wanted to express their gratitude, after all, it was thanks to you that they were not ambushed and killed by those disguised monsters when the headquarters was out of control. And the office staff also wanted to ask if there was a priority purchase link for the urban girl doll."

"Actually, everyone likes stickers, pendants and other merchandise. After all, no one can dislike cute things like urban girls. Maybe you could develop a product line other than dolls and drinks."

"Yu Wen? Why is she inviting me to dinner?"

As Du walked toward the conference room, he remembered his colleague from the control department. When they encountered the giant robot's wheel during the test, the colleague had told him to evacuate first.

"Oh, she's still holding a grudge about leaving you alone in the hallway as a senior colleague."

As Song Ya passed by the control department's rest area, he quickly ran to a clerical workstation and took out two bottles of milk from an insulated box.

He eagerly handed one of the bottles to the bewildered Du Jue, "He probably felt a little embarrassed. In the past, no one would care about this kind of thing, after all, one's own life is the most important, and one must obey orders during work."

"But, you're definitely different from the others. She was a little embarrassed being alone, so she called me. How about we go to the rest area now? Are you busy right now?"

Puzzled, he pulled out his communicator and swiped down the screen, only to discover that besides his minister and acquaintances outside the company, many employees were also sending him messages.

With so much unknown information, Du Jue thought the number was being targeted by a fraud organization, but this was unlikely, as this was the headquarters of Company L.

Instead of making up an excuse about being busy with work, he said goodbye to Song Ya, who looked disappointed and regretful, and turned the doorknob to enter the brightly lit conference room.

However, this time Angela did not sit behind the conference table with her back to Du Jue. Instead, she had long, ethereal blue hair and casually put her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

She didn't seem like the rigid, well-mannered machine secretary she always was; instead, she was like a lively, rebellious young girl, possessing the freedom and unrestrained nature of a wildcat unleashed from its cage.

boom.

The door closed automatically.

"Miss Angela."

Upon entering, Du Jue sensed that the other person was acting strangely and didn't pull out a chair to sit down as usual.

Angela nodded lightly in response, “No, your sandwich is on the table. I put it in the box because I knew you'd be delayed on the way.”

Upon glancing at the box at the head of the long table, Du Jue immediately recognized it as a current state preservation box. Opening it revealed neatly stacked sandwiches.

He secretly resolved that his company must eventually become a chain of urban restaurants; otherwise, after working hard for a while, he would feel like the sky was falling when all he could find at a restaurant was sandwiches.

He casually opened the milk bottle and, ravenously hungry, began to devour the milk without any restraint.

Angela simply watched quietly from the side, her pale golden eyes revealing no emotion. Even though she could mimic human behavior, her mechanical body remained accustomed to maintaining a fixed posture, like a lifelike wax figure in a wax museum.

"Frankenstein, have you ever heard this story?"

"After creating a monster, Victor abandoned it because of its ugly appearance, which led to the monster being ostracized and abused by society. Ultimately, because Victor failed to keep his promise to create a mate for it, the monster took revenge, resulting in the tragic deaths of both of them."

After swallowing the strawberry cream sandwich, Du Jue, still wanting more, picked up the fried pork cutlet sandwich, but upon hearing Angela's story, he looked up in surprise, "Now I've heard it."

In fact, Du Jue had seen this classic story of artificial beings before, but when faced with Angela, an artificial intelligence created under the leadership of Ein, he didn't know how to respond.

After all, with the workday coming to an end, it's essential to pay even closer attention to your boss's mood. Otherwise, who will compensate him for his work bonus? A qualified employee must be good at managing upwards!

After carefully scanning Du Jue's troubled expression, Angela calmly took out her right hand and handed him the extra-thick taro and pork floss sandwich from the box. "Don't worry, Du Jue, I won't hold a grudge against this story at all."

"Because I am very beautiful, the only people who would abandon me are either blind or blind in heart. I don't need anyone to create a partner for me. As an independent individual, I will pursue what I want myself."

After experiencing the soft and chewy texture of the sweet taro paste and savory pork floss, I found that this stuff was actually quite delicious, which greatly reduced my prejudice against sandwiches.

It seems he got tired of the sandwiches simply because there weren't enough flavors available as fast food. When he was doing finishing-up jobs before, the sandwiches he bought all tasted the same, no matter where he bought them.

Given Angela's confident demeanor, Du Jue naturally went along with her; he couldn't very well undermine his boss. "Just as you said, Miss Angela, I believe that someone who can endure long hours at headquarters for their goals can definitely achieve them."

“I don’t think anyone can abandon you, Miss Angela. On the contrary, it’s others who should be worried about being abandoned by you.”