I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Just as Du Jue was about to take a step, he suddenly found roots sprouting from the ground and wrapping around his legs. The seed of self-doubt took root and sprouted, and even the goal of reaching the top of the city became an insurmountable mountain.

Tear!

With the Blood-Nourishing Sword severing the vines, Du Jue cast aside all distractions and gritted his teeth as he charged toward Ilya; he had to finish this quickly.

"To retrieve the anomaly, you need a bucket, and to make the bucket, you need volunteers."

Ilya looked up at the dangerous needle above her head and instead raised her hand. "Perhaps, rather than research and management, proving oneself through sacrifice is a quicker way to avoid needing talent."

Whoohoo!

Du Jue, who was running, noticed the sudden rain of needles falling from above and immediately swung his sword in alarm to block them. Who knew what problems would arise if these things got stuck in his body?

However, when he looked up again after dodging, Ilya was completely open.

Ilya's appearance was stretched open by a large number of black vines, which were like a thin plastic shell. Each thick vine was wrapped with fragments of the shell and the memo she always carried in her hand.

"But what was the result?! I injected the drug, and when I cried for help on the verge of death, all I saw was Ein recording data!"

Ilya's vines nearly destroyed all the syringes. "Now I understand that I can look down on everyone just like him, and I don't need to care about approval at all."

Just as Du Jue, who was watching with trepidation, was about to speak, he realized that he had subconsciously blinked.

Du Jue wanted to raise his hand to cut off the attacking vines, but he was shocked and took a deep breath. An indescribable sensory and physical dislocation made him very uncomfortable.

Even after hearing the sound of his finger bones breaking as the vines snapped, Du Jue acted as if he were having an epileptic seizure, trying to walk on the spot using his ears.

No?! The nodes of the Seed of Light are far too powerful!

"Why? I've filled notebook after notebook with notes, but I can never predict what will happen next!"

thump!

The wildly dancing vines were far more resilient than steel, whipping Du Jue, who hadn't even drawn his weapon, all the way to the wall of the control department.

Being away from Ilya greatly reduced the instances of sensory disorientation.

"Perhaps what you said is right. No matter who it is, their ego is meaningless. Those with high value are exploited, and those with low value are discarded. I should do what I like."

Who the hell said that?!

Du Jue staggered to his feet, barely managing to adapt to the bizarre combat environment, only to suddenly see an unexpected worm undulating among Ilya's spreading roots.

That was... a previous test?

“You’re right. Ein doesn’t care about me at all. My joining the research institute and this company was all wishful thinking on my part. I was just putting on a clown show for others.”

and many more!

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Du Jue tentatively shouted at the strange worm.

Seeing the worm wriggle and climb up the roots with even more excitement, Du Jue immediately gritted his teeth and was certain that it was the other half of him who was up to something, since this guy also happened to have the other half of his memories related to Ein.

He dared not approach the wall too closely lest he make another mistake, but he also couldn't just stare at the thing and say something pointless. So he immediately picked up the Thorn Spear and hurled it at it with all his might.

Only a few worms died, but Ilya, who was pinned down, cried out in terror, "I'm in control of this situation! I can handle everything!"

Wow!

Numerous blank memo sheets fluttered about, their interlacing like a curtain obscuring Du Jue's view.

"Of course! Absolutely not, I don't need you!"

Instantly, vines from all directions wrapped around him, as if countless giant hands were relentlessly stripping his clothes off, even the dimensional leather gloves containing his equipment were pulled loose.

The hidden dragon should not be used!

With quick reflexes, Du Jue hurriedly retrieved the Crusher and Violent Knuckle Duster in the gradually slowing world. His powerful resilience allowed him to sweep away all the obstacles around him, even with the vines binding his limbs!

Even though time slows down, the effects of sensory confusion remain, and the initial excitement quickly dissipates just as one begins to adapt.

"Minister Ilya!"

It was difficult to say those words, and Du Jue couldn't help but blink again. Forcibly changing a habit he had maintained for over twenty years was a huge challenge.

Upon hearing the rustling of the vines crawling towards him again, Du Jue could only grip his brass knuckles tightly and immediately enter a state of self-expression.

"Du Jue, now do you understand the despair of incompetence?"

The large net woven from vines completely trapped Du Jue, with the vines around his neck tightening continuously.

The sardines in the illusory ocean of consciousness rushed in quickly, allowing Du Jue, who was about to fall, to firmly stand up.

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Chapter 199 The Prototype of The Lord of the Rings.

The violent brass knuckles have quietly transformed into a magic ring, studded with gorgeous gems and engraved with intricate patterns. It no longer looks like something to be worn on a finger, but rather the hand is used as a display tray.

An unimaginable arrogance, coupled with violence, arose from the depths of his heart. He no longer felt the powerful force brought by the prototype of the Lord of the Rings, and had an experience completely different from his previous self-presentation.

If those prototypes were all resisted and avoided using them, then this was his understanding of how to use them, and the power that emerged not only became easier to handle, but even more powerful.

[I call, but you will not listen; I stretch out my hand, but no one pays attention; you despise all my admonitions and refuse to accept my rebuke.]

The emotional resonance evoked by the prototype immediately made Du Jue hold his head high.

"I command you, release them!"

Du Jue didn't look at Ilya or Tengman, but stared straight at the dazzling magic ring and spoke coldly.

Then the vines struggled and slowly retreated from Du Jue's body. This scene made Ilya furious and shocked, and she raised the white sheet of memo paper again, which was full of employees' files.

The moment the paper hit the ground, it was enveloped by vines that sprouted from the earth, their artery-like black roots curling it into a white heart.

A large number of Black Vine Man people rose from the ground and surged towards Du Jue as if the Control Department had been reorganized.

Ilya, still out of control, roared, "I don't need anyone! I can handle everything myself!"

【When disaster befalls you, I will laugh; when terror comes upon you, I will scoff. Terror comes upon you like a raging storm; disaster comes like a violent tempest. Suffering and pain will come upon you.】

Finally raising his head, Du glanced at Ilya with disdain. "Without a doubt, here, in the city, the only special one is me."

"Incompetent? I don't understand."

The confusion that had been inflicted upon him was instantly dispelled, and Du Jue calmly raised his right hand, adorned with the ring, above his head, then marched unstoppably toward Ilya.

Numerous vine-wielding employees attempted to approach, but were forced to bow their heads and retreat by the light emanating from the One Ring, as if even mindless humanoids were unworthy to raise their heads before the One Ring's prototype, which exuded an authority that even inanimate objects had to obey.

Ilya threw everything around her more and more urgently toward Dujue, but it was as if there was an invisible force field around him that repelled everything, making it impossible for him to stop even for a moment.

She recalled her helplessness in refusing help from other departments to suppress the ordeal alone, and it immediately overlapped with the desperate, near-death feeling she had experienced when injected with the drug. "I wanted to help, that's all!"

[Only those who obey me will dwell in peace and tranquility, and will fear no evil.]

Du Jue, holding the Ring aloft, looked somewhat conflicted, but still arrogantly approached Ilya, who was wrapped in vines.

The wildly dancing black vines grabbed the familiar girl's face and shook it incessantly, as if the ceramic shell of the Ilya was being shattered from the inside, perhaps corresponding to her self-doubt in her heart.

The prototype of the One Ring above his head filled Du Jue's eyes and heart with utter contempt. "Hmph! Just as you said, your help was completely meaningless... Ugh!"

"You don't even have the right to compare yourself to me... ugh!"

He suppressed the urge to boast, and the strong sense of incongruity made him realize something was wrong.

Du Jue, who had been forcibly stopping himself from speaking, desperately urged his other hand to move. His trembling left hand then grasped his right arm and slowly pulled it down. His arrogance, however, would not allow him to yield, and the scene immediately became tense.

Sweating profusely, Du Jue forced himself to cast aside his haughty demeanor and asked, "Ilya! Help me!"

Upon hearing this, the light of the Ring diminished considerably, and Du Jue, gritting his teeth, finally pulled it down. Ilya, under the pressure of the Ring's light, also helped him completely pin down his right arm.

Ilya was overjoyed again. "I can do better! I need to check my notes!"

call!

He pulled his right arm out of the black vines and hurriedly threw a punch forward.

Rumble!

The unimaginable force of the impact penetrated the entire control center; the violence, synonymous with arrogance, nearly destroyed everything in its path and even stirred up a violent tornado.

"Holy crap! What the hell are these prototypes for?!"

By focusing all his energy on forcibly removing the One Ring prototype, his increasingly rampant arrogance finally dissipated; otherwise, he would have forced Elijah to submit.

thump!

The weakened Du Jue couldn't even stand steadily when he withdrew from his self-presentation state, stumbling backward and falling directly onto the office chair that had been pushed towards him.

After breathing heavily for half a minute, Du Jue finally came to his senses and slowly opened his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the normal desks, chairs and walls of the control department.

"Du Jue, are you alright? Let's get back to work!"

The energetic tone was familiar to Du Jue, but these words made him frown.

Du Jue turned around with difficulty and saw Ilya's cheerful smile. "I think I need to ask for leave, and I should be the one asking you if you're okay."

Holding the memo, Ilya laughed even harder upon hearing this. "Of course I'm fine. You did an excellent job eliminating my problems!"

She thought for a moment and continued, "I'll treat you to dinner after get off work. Now you should go back to the training department to report for duty."

"Is it really okay?"

Du Jue struggled to sit up and carefully examined Ilya, not understanding the principle behind the so-called Seed of Light node, which had been destroyed by the Fist of the Ring just now but immediately returned to its original state.

Ilya immediately patted the memo with confidence, "Of course! At least now I'm moving forward based on my own inner beliefs, rather than just hoping for the approval of others! Also, I'm afraid I'll have to rewrite the memo."

"I think the most important thing to record in the new memo is to embrace yourself."

Du Jue never expected that this form of psychotherapy would be so effective. Perhaps Carmen's original intention was to transform elusive psychological problems into simple and brutal physical repression.

Du Jue rubbed his face, preparing to return to the training department, when he suddenly noticed Ilya warmly approaching and supporting him. "Uh, I'm not so weak that I can't even walk."

"Really? But I think you need it!"

Ilya immediately half-pushed, half-supported Du Jue as she left the control room, saying, "But I don't have the patience to watch you stroll leisurely down the corridor, hurry up and get going!"

However, as soon as the door opened, a large group of employees and clerical staff returned to the department.

Before Du Jue could tell Ilya to stop seeing him off, she pulled him back to the control department.

"Why don't you rest here for a while before leaving? I think your supervisor will understand. Besides, I manage employee transfers between departments, so consider this a leave request for you."

Ilya looked at the puzzled Du Jue, tilted her head and smiled, "Don't worry, this is just to give you a little break from your busy schedule. Don't be afraid I'll suddenly punch you."

"Fu Feng, quickly gather the important documents! Yu Wen, lead the team to suppress the escaped anomaly; it's approaching the control center! And Song Ya, the supervisor has given us new orders regarding the anomaly!"

"No matter what, the work must continue!"

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Chapter 200 Assistance.

Whether as a partner or a subordinate, you are exceptionally talented; this is unacceptable.

After that, I no longer need to emphasize your abilities to other ministers, including the ministers of the difficult disciplinary and research and development departments.

I must remind you that Gabriel originally wanted to rescind your punishment, but the Minister of Disciplinary Affairs rejected it, and you still need to go there.

As an aside, while artificial intelligence doesn't have the concept of fatigue or rest, as Miss Angela, I'm glad to hear your concern; in a mutually beneficial relationship, this is an important means of maintaining trust.

After drinking a cup of hot coffee, Du Jue, sitting in the minister's office, slowly exhaled a breath of hot air. Although the process was a bit difficult, the result was excellent.

However, the instigation of the half-body just now also cast a shadow over Du Jue's heart. It seems that the Seed of Light of Company L has some kind of enhancement for the half-body, allowing it to influence others in a physical way.

After all, it can be said to be energy extracted from the heart and emotions, and perhaps it is a guiding light for the stars in the sky in a dark city.

“Minister, this is the memorandum you left behind.”

With her head down, Fu Feng gathered the tattered stack of papers and placed them on her desk. She didn't even look at Du Jue, who was sitting there, or the minister who was talking to the supervisor, before turning and leaving.

Looking at the employee's listless back, I felt it was necessary to go back to the training department and talk to Michelle. It was fine for her to run a psychological clinic, but simply providing people with endorphins was like drinking poison to quench thirst.

As Du Jue got up to leave, he glanced at the memo on the table.

[Make a good impression on the supervisor's special envoy (smiley face line drawing)]

[Apologize to Gabriel (crying line drawing)]

Please refrain from eating after get off work (simple dumpling drawing)

I can single-handedly overcome any departmental challenges!!!