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Even if you try not to listen carefully, you can only hear a vague outline of the speech, but the other person listens with great interest.
"Sigh... Can't you just shut up for a bit?"
Giovanni emptied the endorphin box, then slumped to the ground in despair. "I've told you so many times, I don't care."
pat.
A petite blonde girl appeared on the floor-to-ceiling screen next to the office door, speaking without any restraint.
"Giovanni! Where's the security department's new test response plan? It's been so many days!"
She scolded him rudely, "Are you on drugs again? I really don't want to talk to you!"
This was the first time Du Jue had ever seen such a strange core suppression. He could see with his own eyes the depressive aura emanating from Giovanni, and the reality distortion he brought about had not interrupted communication with the outside world.
Faced with this situation, Du couldn't help but feel too lazy to move, thinking that perhaps he could suppress the drug once the effects wore off.
Moreover, fighting such a demoralized guy is not difficult at all, so there's no need to rush.
It wasn't until Du Jue saw the thorn wound on his palm that he suddenly realized that such a small wound caused by the thorn spear should have healed quickly, after all, he had functional tattoos in his body that he couldn't even remember.
"...I said! What are you guys doing?! Why aren't you answering? A piece of trash like you who does nothing should be replaced!"
The little girl felt even angrier and more agitated at being ignored.
Blood pump!
Resisting the negative thought of waiting a little longer, Du gritted his teeth and stood up again. He finally understood that Minister Giovanni had brought on a strong sense of lethargy and had also prevented his wounds from healing.
"Minister, this is a matter for the Security Department. Let's talk about it later."
He struggled to resist the temptation to lie down; he had never found this thing so appealing.
You don't need to think about anything; you can just stand there in a daze, wasting time without worrying about passing the time or being urged by others, because you don't care about the meaning that others impose on you.
So how should I define myself?
"What?! You're Du Jue, aren't you? Can't you see this guy's slacking off?! Don't tell me you're all lazybones!"
Boom!
The communication screen was shattered by Du Jue raising his spear; he was too lazy to waste any more words with this guy.
Tread.
Du Jue could barely walk a few steps, as if he were using all his strength. He stared intently at Giovanni on the ground, trying to raise the thorn spear in his hand.
“Du Jue, do you know? All employees at headquarters receive small doses of endorphins, but many don’t have enough. They’re not living for a goal, they’re just struggling not to die.”
He took another step, determined not to throw the thorn spear, which he simply couldn't muster any strength for. The weight of the thing was secondary; the main problem was that he was too lazy to put any effort into it.
It would be easier to walk over and pierce it with the Blood-Nourishing Sword.
Giovanni pulled out a can of endorphins from somewhere, tilted his head back and drank it down, and even found the motivation to continue talking, "I know what the other ministers think of me, a good-for-nothing who does nothing."
"But since you've worked in so many departments, you should know that nobody cares. Not only do I not care, but others don't care about me either, and they don't care about their employees at all. Everything is just about continuing the so-called work, as if we are all spare parts."
"What do you mean by a noble death? Do you really think they'd willingly die for something like that? If that were the case, there wouldn't be so many Devas. Hey, Angela, can't you just replace everyone with machines?!"
Du Jue finally stood in front of Giovanni, gritted his teeth, and drew the Blood-Nourishing Sword.
puff.
However, it was not flesh that was pierced, but the decaying green leaves covering his body.
Giovanni pushed over the endorphin box beside him and burst into laughter. "Idiot Angela! Idiot company! We might as well have a wild party now and then die sometime during a hallucination!"
"Anyway, nobody cares about anyone here!"
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Chapter 221 Complaint.
A piercing alarm blared from outside into the minister's office.
[With the threat completely eliminated, the security department staff have lost their fighting spirit, and two aberrations have already escaped from the department.]
Hey!
This bad news startled Du Jue, but he quickly calmed down.
Anyway, headquarters can go back in time, and he can also demonstrate his abilities, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't handle things well.
Hearing the indistinct noise of the speech, Du Jue hurriedly took out the smoke lantern while he still had the energy to think.
Suddenly, a cloud of white smoke spread from Du Jue's body.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
To avoid coughing from the increasingly thick smoke, I remained calm and simply waited.
"What is this smoke? It's blocking my view."
Giovanni, who had been lying there for a long time, suddenly spoke, staring intently at the speaker's back, which was obscured by smoke, and frowned deeply.
I didn't hear the warning clearly because I was coughing incessantly. At that moment, I was too lazy to even detonate the softening gas until I accidentally bit my tongue and my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
We can't wait any longer! If the concentration rises any further, it could even blow us up!
A surge of survival instinct made Du Jue grab the small lantern at his waist.
Rumble!
Du Jue felt as if there were unprecedentedly violent explosions all around him, and even his senses went blank for a few seconds, followed by excruciating pain all over his body.
"Holy shit! Giovanni, you better not die!"
The excruciating pain caused Du Jue to roll over three times before he couldn't help but pound the ground, his bloodied body instantly staining the ground red.
shhhhh!
Just as Du Jue was about to unleash the Death Aura Healing, three physical healing projectiles struck, instantly restoring his body to full health.
"Du Jue... are you alright?"
"What the hell is it?!"
Du Jue angrily jumped up and kicked the approaching Giovanni, sending him slamming his back against the wall.
As a user of softened smoke, I am fully aware of its power. If the concentration of this stuff is high enough to accumulate dust on clothes, it can even blow up a corpse to pieces.
Moreover, that kind of despondency that showed no regard for the lives of anyone else really made Du Jue, who had just come to his senses, feel a surge of anger.
Swish!
The Blood-Nourishing Sword plunged directly into Giovanni's right arm, and the blade immediately and greedily tore out several blood vessels.
Giovanni let out a painful groan before managing to speak through trembling sobs, “You’re the second person I’ve ever seen who is so colorful… I simply can’t understand why you’re so energetic.”
"Shut up! Now I'm asking you what the meaning of life is? If you answer wrong, I'll chop off your head!"
Du Jue gritted his teeth and pressed the blade of the Blood-Nourishing Sword against Giovanni's neck.
“I apologize for what happened before... I also understand why your supervisor transferred you to various departments.”
"Believe it or not, I'll chop you to pieces, you idiot! Don't think I won't dare to do it just because you're a minister!"
Tear!
The Blood-Nourishing Sword immediately severed Giovanni's right ear, causing him to wince in pain and force him to reply to Du Jue: "It is the truth! This kind of thing doesn't need a reason... I think only the loss of someone else's life can make someone waver."
Sheathed the sword.
Du Jue immediately strode out of the office and yelled at Giovanni, who had only one ear, without any politeness: "Immediately order the suppression of the anomalies!"
"I see."
The security department immediately broadcast the minister's announcement, instantly mobilizing the employees who were lying on the ground.
When Du Jue was about to rush to suppress the anomaly, he was shocked to find Carrie, the head of the disciplinary department, arranging for people to re-infect it.
"Hurry up and lock all these unkillable scum back up!"
Carly, her face grim, caught sight of Du Jue and immediately looked surprised. "Du Jue, you haven't been corrupted by Giovanni, have you? Why are you only acting now?"
"I just heard that the central headquarters has filed a complaint against you."
Carly swung her greatsword, leaving a trail of blood on the wall.
Du Jue was immediately baffled by this, "Why?"
"She said you were disrespectful to your superiors and dared to interrupt the communication between ministers. Such an unstable factor must be sent to the disciplinary department to be locked up."
When the topic of communications came up, Du Jue immediately remembered that he had apparently smashed the communication screen with a single call, and felt a little guilty. "That was an accident."
"Yes, Angela replied in the same way. Even though Lisa was very dissatisfied, her proposed punishment was not approved by the supervisor."
Suddenly Carly laughed, “That’s perfect. You’ve already visited all the upper departments, so you only need to come to me for the middle departments. I have plenty of suppression missions to do.”
You've done a great job. All the upper-level nodes have been liberated, the Seed of Light is being perfected, and its impact on reality will become even stronger.
Please pay attention to the upcoming central headquarters, welfare department, and disciplinary department. I believe you can earn Carly's approval through your abilities.
"Uh, thank you for your consideration, Minister, but it seems like it's time to leave work now."
"You haven't become a lazy bum after spending a day in the security department, have you? And Giovanni actually took the initiative to command the suppression of the anomalies. Could it be that you guys have been corrupted by the anomalies?"
At this point, Carly was filled with murderous intent, as if the Abnormality was not an immortal monster, but her mortal enemy.
"No, that's not it. The matter has already been resolved."
The meeting room after get off work.
"In other words, the core suppression may become more difficult, and there is a minister you may need to pay extra attention to."
Angela faced the large screen in the conference room, making sure that Du Jue could only see a shimmering reflection on the black screen.
"You mean Minister Lisa from Central Headquarters?"
"No, I've already explained the origin of the Starlight Protocol to you before. I hope you remember the part about using the personality chip to rescue the corpses. At that time, the corpses in the research institute included not only the ministers' corpses, but also the tuner who attacked."
Angela turned around, her face expressionless, but her direct gaze at Du Jue carried a silent solemnity.
“Galion, the head of the lower-level research and development department, was once a member of the city’s leadership. I think she is different from the other heads and will remember you clearly.”
Du was not surprised but delighted. He really wanted to ask Gallion how to become a leader. This thing was much more promising than L Company and was a shortcut to becoming the top in the city.
"Isn't this great? Isn't she still alive thanks to the personality chip technology? In a way, I'm her savior."
Angela simply shook her head slowly upon hearing this.
"...Judging from her style of doing things, I don't think this will affect her much, and I have something else to say."
According to Galion, she received a tip-off and was tasked with cleaning up the lab, and also cleaning up your research institute, because someone had reported you for patent infringement.
"You recruited a lot of people through the Utopia Literary Society, which attracted the attention of the World Wings. Perhaps this is a secret business war."
These words stunned Du Jue; he hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
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Chapter 222 Galion.
Just as Du Jue was about to return to the lounge after discussing the follow-up plan, he saw a familiar figure coming towards him.
That wasn't someone I'd actually met, but a tuner appearing in the illusion of the Impression Hall.
"It really is you, Du Jue. To be honest, I thought it was just a coincidence of names."
Garion, draped in a pure black fur coat, resembles a shop window doll, while the gold fluorescent hexagonal patterns on its surface indicate that it has been moved to the non-sale section.
Du Jue stared at the minister who had suddenly arrived, somewhat bewildered, and couldn't help but feel nervous. "Garion...Minister?"
"I never expected to run into acquaintances while imprisoned here. It's all thanks to the personality chip that I can remember things from so far ago."
Galion scrutinized Du Jue very carefully. "A power completely different from the Abnormality... have you succeeded?"
"What?! Can you explain yourself more clearly?!"
As Galion stepped closer, Du Jue had the illusion that he was approaching the other person to pay homage.
"I remember locking up all those troubles back in the blind society. Sometimes I quite like the cat-and-mouse game, like pouring molten iron into an anthill. It's meaningless, just fun."
Cold sweat beaded on Du Jue's forehead, but in a slight panic, he immediately realized that the other person was no longer the tuner, but only the head of the research department. "Are you here to apologize?"