I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Seeing this, Galion took a step back. "You and Carly were fighting to the death, yet you were able to put aside your differences. Why can't you be a little more polite in front of me? This isn't the attitude you're looking for."

Du Jue glanced at the guy before opening the door and going in. "If I were rude, I would have already made a move. Why would I listen to your nonsense?"

"Okay, but you're kind of cute like this."

boom.

Once the iron gate closed, Galion and her teasing voice remained outside.

Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling screen with her back to Du Jue, Angela's calm voice was like a gentle breeze through a flowerbed, "Du Jue, don't you think Minister Galion is a bit of a nuisance? Anyway, the core suppression of the R&D department has been completed, so do we need to shut her down?"

As I got closer, all I could see from the side was a red high heel peeking out from behind the chair, and a strange thought popped into my head—do robots cross their legs?

And Galion isn't really a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong; even in this situation, he still recklessly seeks amusement at headquarters, which is simply his nature.

"Hmm... Since the Seed of Light project is almost complete, there's no need to create unnecessary complications."

Du Jue didn't bother with Galion, but given his personality, he wouldn't stop the seed of light from being emitted; he would even watch with surprise.

Angela stood up from her chair, took a few steps and turned to face Du Jue. "Then let's just put her aside, she's not important anyway."

"Next, let me explain the Construction Department to you, Du Jue. This headquarters, which has a complex structure and can restrain the Abnormalities, is actually the same as the Abnormalities themselves; it was retrieved from a well."

"As the core of the Seed of Light, the Construction Department is the most unstable area and can blur the lines between mind and reality. It can even change the environment due to changes in Ain's mind."

Du Jue, who had habitually sat down, looked at Angela standing by the table and said, "So, just as Galion said, that place has now become Ain's past memories?"

Opening her eyes and looking down at the curious Du Jue, Angela sat down opposite him. "As I said before, Ein transferred some of his memories to become the director X in the plan, but making X face and accept everything is also part of the plan."

"Therefore, the Construction Department will showcase the mind of Ain at different times. I will then have the department heads cooperate with you. Due to the headquarters anomaly caused by Galion, the Seed of Light is unusually abundant at the moment, so the Construction Department has deviated from the original plan."

"In other words, I'm not entirely clear on the specifics of the Construction Department, and we also need to be mindful of Minister Benjamin, who is currently under core suppression."

After hearing the explanation, Du Jue waved his hand casually and said confidently, "It can't be more troublesome than the big mess at headquarters before, can it?"

"Of course, I certainly believe you, Du Jue. You have already demonstrated the unbreakable alliance between us through your actions, but I still need to ask you at this moment."

"Perhaps using hypothetical questions next would be more acceptable to you. I mean, imagine a scenario for question-and-answer communication so that I can better understand your position and attitude, and thus be able to treat my partner appropriately and smoothly advance the project that is about to be completed."

"Assuming the real plan is to launch the Seed of Light, and I want to obtain it, will you still continue to cooperate with me?"

The long and complicated sentences almost left Du Jue completely bewildered, but he understood the simple and easy-to-understand sentence at the end. He leaned back in his chair and nodded firmly to Angela, "Of course, Miss Angela."

“In any case, according to my employment contract, Ms. Angela, you are my direct supervisor, and I am only responsible to you.”

"A contract?"

Angela closed her eyes. "It seems that the relationship of mutual exploitation far outweighs those false feelings. I will also keep my promise and will not let you down. I will eliminate it."

Just as Du Jue got up to go check on the construction department, he heard Angela's sudden suggestion.

"In business etiquette, it seems that a hug conveys a closer and more intimate partnership than a handshake?"

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Chapter 252 Benjamin.

"Embrace?"

Looking at Angela with a puzzled expression, I didn't expect that she cared so much about so-called business etiquette. Isn't this just a pure waste of time?

Angela nodded calmly in confirmation and walked casually to the stunned Du Jue's side. "I'm glad you stuck to Plan A. I was worried you might be angry because I kept it from you."

"Don't you think this is something to celebrate? You and I don't need to care about other people's interference, and we can truly and consistently trust each other face to face."

No? This is an employment contract. Don't you know it's some kind of spiritual contract?

Angela's hesitant and ambiguous stance makes it seem like she has a strange understanding of her partners. If this were in a back alley business environment, that cunning guy, Weiban, would have taken advantage of her.

However, there's no need to go against your boss on such matters; it's important to maintain professional ethics when working.

Du Jue, with his arms outstretched, didn't feel anything special. At most, Angela's body was slightly cool, but after a while, he got used to the comfortable touch, like the perfect temperature of a blanket with his feet out.

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to give up, he awkwardly discovered that Angela seemed to be still engrossed in it. He couldn't quite understand why the artificial intelligence was interested in this; why not just use the sensors to play around with it?

Angela whispered in his ear, "So this is what it feels like? I think some things can't be explained in words, you can only experience them yourself. What do you think?"

"Okay."

Du Jue pondered the future of Lobotomy Corporation. If everything went smoothly, he would try to make his company the Wings of the World, perhaps by cleverly acquiring the various branches of Lobotomy Corporation through Ookuma.

Suddenly, Du Jue realized he was acting like a corporate spy. However, once he became the Wings of the World, he would not only be able to establish laws for his own backyard and alley, but he might also be able to find a way to join Company A.

Du Jue believes that apart from the leader, there is almost no identity in the city more valuable than the founder of World Wings. When the time comes, becoming the top of the city through working will be a piece of cake.

As he continued to dream about the future, he realized that Angela had turned and was looking at him.

Although Angela's face was so close, Du Jue felt as if they were on two buses traveling in opposite directions, and their eyes just happened to meet when they passed each other.

Angela lowered her arms and nodded with satisfaction. "It seems you also like this etiquette. I think when people's emotions guide their actions, their actions also deepen those emotions, until it becomes a cycle."

In front of the elevator on the middle floor.

After resting for half an hour, Du Jue was about to go down to the lower level to find out what was going on when he unexpectedly met Gallion, who had been waiting there since early morning.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

Do not carelessly throw empty milk cartons into the trash can.

"I'm here to do something important, to assist you in carrying out special repression."

Garion's gaze fell on Du Jue's slightly oversized shirt. "All the ministers are currently extremely busy containing the anomalies, and only I have some free time."

Listening to Supervisor X's practiced commands over the corridor loudspeaker, Du Jue remembered that many anomalous entities were still in the process of escaping, but with the restarted suppressor and a new batch of rabbit squads, the situation was already under control.

However, Du Jue still felt that it was illogical for Gallion to come and help. "This isn't your company, why are you being so diligent? Besides, this place is full of your enemies."

"Yes, that was a really interesting experience."

Galion extended his now-intact right hand and pressed the elevator button. "The previous grudges were caused by the tuner. What does it have to do with me, Galion? Anyway, I don't mind. Are you not happy that someone is helping you?"

Seeing the elevator doors open, I immediately refrained from stepping inside.

Do you think you give the impression of being helpful? And didn't you say before that you weren't interested in the things below?

The two stood side by side inside the elevator, with dried bloodstains still visible on the metal walls and floor.

Galion bent down and crushed a scab the size of a fingernail with his toe. "I'm not the kind of person who would slack off just because I'm bored. Let's go down and have some fun, and stop this."

"Also, don't call people 'old woman' next time, it's too vulgar."

Galion, having retracted his right foot, left only dark red powder on the ground.

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a gray-haired man wearing a monocle.

Du Jue, who was the first to step out, looked around and saw only a huge, crooked gray castle. Numerous stone clocks hung on the walls, their ticking hands echoing in the empty world.

Standing with his arms crossed at the elevator entrance, Galion asked curiously, "Benjamin, are you going to be the gatekeeper of the Construction Department? You're the only one among these ministers who follows Ein and not Carmen, firmly believing that Ein's goal is correct and will surely be achieved."

"This chain of pursuit is truly interconnected, with one link leading to another, until it repeats itself endlessly."

In response to such mockery, Benjamin simply turned his head to stare at the constantly ticking clock beside him. "Do we... really need to make a change...?"

He sighed, "Maybe we should ask Supervisor X whether we should continue... or just stop here, so things won't get better, but they won't get worse either."

Benjamin's voice gradually lengthened.

"Uh."

Just as Du Jue was about to speak, he realized that his voice was coming out. He raised his hands and looked at them, only to realize that time seemed to have slowed down. This familiar change almost instantly confirmed that his guess was correct.

Galion also noticed the anomaly, but took no action. "Oh, so your way of breaking the cycle is to bury your head in the sand? Very creative, don't you think? To eliminate it?"

The Flame of Branding!

A dense array of fire-shaped branding marks instantly appeared on Benjamin's side, followed by a raging inferno that engulfed his entire body, causing the air to crackle and pop.

"You even have to regurgitate your dreams, huh? It's hard to understand what you're actually supporting."

Avoid maintaining a calm demeanor while harboring anger. "Angela, you heard that too. Let Supervisor X tell this person the answer."

The next moment, the broadcast that had survived in the corner broadcasted the calm words of Supervisor X: "A true leader is one who dares to make judgments. Now, Minister Benjamin, you are an obstacle to our work."

The branding fire shattered Benjamin's appearance, revealing his clock head, his entire body made up of hands and clocks of all sizes, like a work of art in an exhibition hall.

He responded with a hint of sadness: "My life has been dedicated to fulfilling the wishes of only one person, but you are still incomplete, boss... I think the time is not yet right, and you will have to make many more sacrifices next."

Seeing Benjamin's only concern for Ein, Du Jue couldn't help but laugh in exasperation; Ein wasn't the only one here.

Then came Supervisor X's order: "Suppress it! Cure it!"

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Chapter 253 Time.

The gray castle exuded an air of antiquity and decay, and even the branded flames burning on Benjamin's body had solidified—a strange defense resulting from the slowing of time.

No matter how fiercely the flames burn, it still takes time for the fire to spread, but this process is greatly prolonged by Benjamin, who has become the Clock Man. "Perhaps the most important thing is not when to start... but when to stop. I must stop you this time."

Galion sensed the slowing of time, a disintegrating, dim light gathering in his palm. "Benjamin, just like Ein, you neglected yourself, placing all your hopes on others. But compared to Ein, your aesthetic is a bit monotonous."

Snapped!

She simply snapped her fingers, and the sluggishness returned to normal. "The Seed of Light is truly a wondrous thing. It allows me to use Singularity Technology again, although the underlying principles are completely different."

As the head of Company A, it manages the patents of all companies in the city, which means that it controls the vast majority of the singularity technology.

F Company's spirits can open anything that has a locking function. When Galion caused the major anomaly at headquarters, it was by using this ability to release all the abnormalities in the containment chambers and prevent the supervisor from stopping time.

Looking at Galion with a hint of surprise, Du Jue hadn't expected this guy to be so useful, and her opinion of him improved considerably. "Well done! Break through it in one go!"

Red Dragon Scales!

He picked up the thorn spear, avoided lunging forward, and his raised right arm was instantly covered with a layer of fine, crimson scales.

call out!

The immense wind pressure generated by the gun barrel even blew away the orange-red flames, revealing a small portion of Benjamin's charred clock face, where the hands of the clock had begun to soften and deform.

Buzz!

An illusory clock suddenly appeared on the gun barrel, greatly slowing its speed, preventing it from accelerating even slightly no matter how hard it tried.

Or rather, even if he wielded the spear with lightning speed, he still couldn't skip the process of stabbing his opponent.

"Don't let time slip away in vain..."

Benjamin spoke sadly, and the stone clocks hanging on the surrounding castle began to run at different speeds, making the entire Records Department look very strange and distorted.

Looking up at this spectacle, Gallion remarked with some emotion, "If we had known about its power earlier, the leaders probably would have been able to utilize it."

Her words had already been shortened twice and lengthened once by the time they reached Du Jue's ears, and the strange tone made it impossible for Du Jue to clearly understand what she meant.

It seems that the flow of time in different areas of this place has been randomly slowed down. He can't delay any longer, otherwise he will be exhausted just from adapting to the varying speed of time.

Du Jue gripped the thorn-covered gun tightly, but even with sweat pouring down his face, he couldn't move the gun forward an inch. He couldn't even pull back or retreat, as the illusory clock tightly enveloped the tip of the spear, leaving him unable to move forward or backward.

"Gariom! Give me a hand!"

Swish!

He decisively released the thorn spear, abruptly retreated two steps, and instantly exhaled a puff of smoke that transformed into a white mask. The surging smoke emanating from his body spiraled around his thighs, unleashing temporary power.

Blood pump!

The triple working props made Du Jue's heart almost jump out of his chest, and his whole body felt like a pressure cooker heated to its limit, eager to release its energy.

"Next time, I hope you will use honorifics."

Upon hearing Du Jue's ambiguous words, Galion calmly raised her hand, and a huge pillar-shaped key appeared in front of her, then passed straight through the thorn spear suspended in the air and the illusory clock.

boom!

The spear cracked again, and the illusory clock attached to it shattered with a crash.

Benjamin looked down at the shattered spear about to fall. "Continuing will only lead to endless arrogance and the evils of desire... It's pointless. Let's just stop here... At least we will all gain eternal peace."

call!

Du Jue, who flew out from the smoke, suddenly kicked the thorny spear in mid-air, causing the thorns to tighten and reassemble the spear. The violent force caused the spearhead to violently shatter the clock on Benjamin's chest before he could react.

"Then get out of the way! Don't block my way!"