Chapter 38: The Bottom Line Destined to be Broken (Please Follow!)

"Hawk, take a look at the data."

"One hundred and eight."

"Hawk, I'm going to the SL lab; please help me tidy up the documents on my desk."

"No problem."

"Haw..."

Today was the twentieth day since Hawk started his summer job at Oscorp Biological Industries.

But he still hadn't found an opportunity to go to Dr. Connors' lab.

Because for these past twenty days, let alone going to Dr. Connors' lab, he hadn't even stepped out of the main entrance of the Electrical Engineering Department.

From the moment he started work until he clocked out, he was either helping people check data or on his way to help people check data.

Or, like now, helping people tidy up the documents on their desks.

Hawk watched the engineer stand up and hurry away, then walked toward that engineer's desk.

Although he had been at Oscorp for twenty days without finding a chance to go to Dr. Connors' lab, he wasn't in a rush.

For one thing, good things are worth the wait.

For another, it was because...

Busy as it was here, the pay was genuinely high.

Eight hundred dollars a week, a cafeteria on the eighteenth floor, with buffets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Although Hawk had considered robbing a bank last month, he hadn't actually gone through with it.

The most important point.

Even though bottom lines are meant to be broken, before Hawk broke this one, he still hoped to avoid breaking it prematurely if possible.

Because he was afraid.

Hawk didn't know what he would eventually turn into after he broke his bottom line.

As everyone knows.

Transmigrators have always been creatures with particularly flexible moral bottom lines, and they carry an inherent indifference toward everything and everyone.

Hawk was no exception.

This was also why he never socialized; sometimes, when he looked at others, he always felt like he was looking at NPCs.

How to put it, it was that feeling of "everyone is drunk while I alone am sober."

The reason he was still willing to follow the rules after awakening his Small Universe was actually very simple.

The education he received in his past life told him to be a human being—not necessarily a good person, but don't be a villain.

This was why Hawk still lived a relatively frugal life after awakening his Small Universe.

If it were any other transmigrator, they would likely have awakened their Small Universe on the first day and declared to the world on the second: "Those who submit will prosper, those who resist will perish."

Of course.

The most important point might be that he was kind!

Unfortunately...

Hawk felt that no matter how unwilling he was to break this bottom line, he would have to break it before long.

But regardless, before that happened, he was still happy to abide by it.

Having worked for ten days and become familiar with the rhythm of the Biological Electrical Engineering Department, Hawk quickly organized the scattered documents on the engineer's desk, then carried them to the filing cabinet and put them away in an orderly fashion.

Just then, the office phone rang.

"Haw..."

"I'll get it."

Hawk answered ahead of time, walked over, and picked up the phone: "Electrical Engineering Department."

"Huh, Hawk?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the line.

Hawk raised an eyebrow: "Gwen?"

Ever since Gwen brought him to report to the Biological Electrical Engineering Department ten days ago, he hadn't seen her again.

After all, he was busy.

Gwen was even busier.

Even though Hawk was now in the Biological Electrical Engineering Department, he had heard rumors that Dr. Connors had been experimenting like a madman these past few days.

He wasn't counting lab mice by the unit anymore, but by the crate.

It was exaggerated.

Gwen on the other end of the phone gave a hum.

"It's me. By the way, the voltage in our lab has been unstable, and Dr. Connors wants you to send someone over to take a look."

"Alright, right away."

Hawk hung up the phone and reported the matter to the supervisor of the Engineering Department.

The fifty-year-old supervisor, who was completely bald and possessed a "nothing matters" attitude, looked around the empty office: "Every lab is reporting unstable voltage today. It's probably the resistors again; we just replaced them yesterday... Forget it, you there, take Hawk and go to Dr. Connors' lab to help them replace the resistors."

Hawk followed the supervisor's gaze toward a man not far away—the future Electro, who looked simple-minded, had dark skin, and looked like an honest man at first glance.

Yes.

An honest man.

Max Dillon was truly an honest man, without a hint of the slacking or trickery seen in others.

Hawk had seen it clearly over these twenty days; if the Biological Electrical Engineering Department had an "Old Ox" award, Max Dillon would deserve it without question.

If Max Dillon had even a shred of political savvy, he wouldn't just work blindly, only for his own supervisor to not even remember his name to this day.

However, Max himself didn't seem to care; perhaps he was already used to being called "you there," so after hearing the supervisor's order, he simply nodded and turned to go to the warehouse for parts.

A while later.

Standing at the entrance of the Biological Electrical Engineering Department waiting for the honest man Max, Hawk looked at Max as he walked over: "Mr. Dillon."