Chapter 1165

NO. 69: Sigh, overtime work.

People often say life is the best teacher, and when one looks back on the past, they can often gain some special insights.

Aomo Lindun recently realized that most of his overtime stems from his own unrestrained wandering.

Before graduation, his life as a student and as a work-study participant was almost a fixed three-point routine, with his activity zones and daily routes being quite stable.

The number of times he encountered special events could be counted on one's fingers.

But after graduation, he began frequently running around everywhere.

From Tianmen City to Jiemen District, then to internal activities within Jiemen District and even cross-district activities.

Trouble arises in this way.

Those matters simply exist there, neither sad nor joyful, yet they have collided with him.

This is well worth reflecting on, so Aomo decided to first pay tribute to the legendary shut-in Bi Ze.

As everyone knows, Bi Ze's daily routine is very simple: either going to school or returning home, then attending the Magic Staff Club, sticking to his own small plot of land, and never opening new maps.

Occasionally, he sends Aomo a message asking about his recent situation, as if pointing to his brother's experience while eating.

This is the choice made upon realizing the enjoyment of life, absolutely unwilling to take risks, the choice of a wise person.

Aomo often feels this choice is overly rational, not something an alien would do.

But upon reflection, the concept of 'alien' is also relative; compared to most classmates, Bi Ze's choice cannot be said not to be extreme.

Moreover, this guy's online statements remain as shamelessly divine as ever; surely, finding an opportunity to drag him out would still allow him to serve as raw observational material for appreciation.

But that obviously won't happen on Monday.

Whether you are a student, office worker, employee, or PVP god, Monday remains an unchanging source of pain.

On this Monday, all you can do is sneak phone/tablet/terminal/computer scrolling during work breaks, then, after dragging your exhausted steps, ponder what to eat tonight.

Of course, today is relatively special.

Because today he has to work overtime.

It is not the training of Uma Musume, nor some forced participation in a Tressen Halloween event, but rather the 'short-term part-time job' he initially set for himself in Rhodes Island.

Yes, Rhodes Island.

This is the tribute route he has chosen: school—Tressen, home—office, Magic Staff Club—Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.

After painful reflection, Aomo decided to temporarily stick to a three-point routine in these three places.

And now is the time to go to Rhodes Island.

Consultant.

Still consultant.

By now, even Bi Ze would inevitably complain like a normal person about whether he's just hanging onto the 'consultant' job content, but he must clarify one thing: the vast majority of mercenaries start from being consultants.

This counts as industry common knowledge.

It can provide professional consultation for enterprises or individuals, and also includes participating in early-stage project work—this 'consultant' work content sounds vague and actually is vague, just like early Dongyan web novels that couldn't be classified could all be dumped into the sci-fi section; it belongs to the universal trash heap.

When drafting a commission contract, if you don't know how to categorize the commission content, just label it as consultant and be done with it.

Although it may not improve your rating in the mercenary station, ratings slowly come and don't matter much; Aomo never hoped to speedrun mercenary ranks from the start.

But in reality, he has indeed speedrun his own mercenary rank and office rank.

Suddenly pulling his office to C-rank, permissions were indeed opened up significantly, but they also started demanding employee ranks.

Nowadays, except for a certain Gui She who failed the C-rank exam and ended up as a D-rank employee, Hei, Chen, and Shi Jia have steadily reached C-rank, and through free exploration, each has taken on work.

Whenever seeing the team's work progress in the 【Commission Progress】 section of the office system, Aomo feels quite like assigning characters to work or expeditions in an idle game.

But reality is still not as simple as a game; he occasionally still needs to pay attention to the office chat room dynamics.

The time since a few monster controllers arrived in this world is still short; adapting to life here takes time, and mercenary work is all-encompassing, likewise requiring support and guidance.

Conversely, this also counts as a means to accelerate the cognition and world familiarity of these few transmigrant employees.

However, the risk is also quite high.

During commission completion, Jurong mercenaries violating laws and endangering others' personal safety—such situations are commonplace in mercenary circles, and for the few monster controllers whose original monster models crafted by Xin Tiaoqi are still in hand, once they grow tired of red tape, it could lead to large-scale destruction, casualties, and economic losses.

So someone still needs to be assigned to watch over them.

The office's honorary customer/employee, the super agent Jie Si Ti Si, is precisely such an excellent inspector.

Although he has constantly complained that work is boring, he still hasn't refused.

Everyone knows the usefulness of insurance is still rather low; Jie Si Ti Si's work usually just follows the few monster controllers around aimlessly, with no real waves, but everyone also knows that once insurance is needed, if absent, the outcome would be hard to recover from.

Thus, that position-holding-no-employee-contract-but-enjoying-employee-salary 'free mercenary' Jie Si Ti Si is today cruising excellently in the communication networks used by the few monster controllers.

Aomo confirmed the team's status through that, then redirected his gaze back to the present—

Zhong Yue, Mi Er Sai Si, Luo Xia, Lapland.

?

Lapland?

"Why is she here?"

Aomo raised his hand, openly displaying a look of disdain.

At first glance, this is highly inappropriate.

Because as early as several days ago, Aomo's handling of Lapland in the 'game' of Rhein Life was quite problematic, leaving her stuffed in an iron coffin for so long that it truly warrants an apology.

In fact, he did apologize, although Lapland still feels the sincerity is insufficient and wants to push further.

And yesterday, Qielienina was dragged out to play by this guy's penguin logistics staff companions, and this silly dog occasionally sent over photos showing off.

When Qielienina returned home after running around all day, Aomo gave her a massage and foot soak, and he also heard her sigh about Lapland's side not being peaceful.

Then this side's attitude is obviously not much better.

"What do you mean why am I here! I'm crucial, okay!"

"Oh? How crucial is it?"

Aomo asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and the result was that he saw her stomp the ground:

"Zhalo, come out!"

Black mist rose and gathered from the shadows, the black wolf with red light flickering in both eyes emerged, but instead, it first slightly bowed its head to Aomo.

"?"

Isn't that losing momentum?

"Zhalo, what are you doing?"

He directly stabbed a knife beside the Wolf Lord's black mist body, Lappland leaned in to ask, asking casually, asking nonchalantly, yet there was a sense of madness not often seen before Aomo.

Making even the Wolf Lord hesitate involuntarily.

"I..."

A madness born of the unknown, born of not knowing when she might suddenly erupt, not knowing when that seemingly gentle face might bring you torment and pain.

Even if not facing this side, one could still sense from observation a hint of boundless ferocity and cruelty.

This must be part of her true nature... Aomo, though he called her a stupid dog in his heart, also knew Lappland had always been very clever.

Her cleverness lay in never attempting to intimidate or threaten herself in a self-degrading way.

Even when that rather fragile friendly relationship was about to break, she likewise did not pull out her usual way of interacting within her circle.

This woman's ability to adapt to her environment is quite outstanding, outstanding to the point of being somewhat extreme.

Being able to suppress oneself to blend into the present is itself not without a kind of madness.

And such madness, once it finds an outlet, becomes even more unrestrained, yet thus also reveals a hint of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Rather, it's not very pleasant to look at.

"I suggest you still don't make things difficult for Him." In front of several onlookers, Aomo had no choice but to speak helplessly.

"The more violence is inflicted, the more likely one is to submit to greater violence—this saying applies not only to Him, but also to you; in the end, you must make appropriate changes."

"Hmph," after shifting his gaze, then looking again at the black wolf crouched before him, Lappland coldly snorted and retracted his blade, "Did you also say this to Texas?"

"It's different, after all, she has been trying to change."

"Cough, cough," seeing the atmosphere slightly ease, Dr. Rhodes gave two fake coughs, interrupting this conversation that might otherwise rekindle a tense atmosphere, "In fact, Lappland came as the master of the Wolf Lord."

"And the Wolf Lord came as the representative among beast masters who has relatively ample time and is willing to come offer assistance."

"Which means quite idle, after noticing the doctor's little trick just now, Lappland gave this hooded person an annoyed glance, "But don't expect this guy to have much knowledge."

"As for knowledge reserves, I actually initially tried to invite the Sheep Lord." Bringing up this topic, Dr. Rhodes continued, letting Aomo's silent gaze shift upward.

Only the small sheep clone visible to oneself feels more secretive than any Guardian Sweetheart.

"But He accompanied Eyala Law to the outer region for inspection," Dr. Rhodes, still unaware that Aomo here has a small sheep, continued speaking, "However, good thing I here also have a clone of His small sheep, which was once granted certain knowledge, perhaps able to complement what the Wolf Lord knows."

Hmm? Is there such special treatment?

Aomo wordlessly glanced at the air he pointed to, his view shifting through dark red, then dark red plus black fissures, seeing nothing else, he inevitably turned his gaze toward the silent Zhong Yue and Muerseus nearby.

One side calmly met eyes, the other side playfully blinked, but in terms of information exchange, it was utterly useless.

If one were to say cute, that person feels less lively than Ji Ling and Xi.

"But aren't people still missing one?" Aomo asked, turning his gaze back.

This time, as a consultant, his actual work was simply bringing Grizia's monster cards.

And as insurance, not needing much mention, is supervising these people as they analyze information from the Grizia cards, so that improper operation doesn't cause major disasters.

In other words, these people coming to greet me are mostly going to participate in card analysis later.

Although I don't understand why Zhong Yue, who in my impression is just an 'ultimate sports prodigy,' is also here, but considering the earlier hint from Wang (the second son of the Su family), Aomo tentatively guesses Zhong Yue, as the most special among the Su fragments, can be seen as the dark side of Su's true nature.

In terms of experience, perhaps he is not bound by that one set of martial arts.

But even so.

Even if Muerseus can represent their homeland's scientific side, Zhong Yue can represent giant beasts, Zhalo can represent beast masters, and the doctor can represent remnants of the prior civilization, then here we clearly still lack an actual representative.

Of course, it's not the newly born Ishmaela of the Faction, as a tool remnant of the prior civilization, she just returned two days ago, obviously won't be called back so soon.

But—what about Sakota?

Aomo recalled having briefly met Mr. Federico before.

I heard Sakota's hometown also has a prior civilization relic; this group of angels' background in my impression is also quite special, so they should have inherited something helpful for analyzing technology.

But it seems, my judgment is not accurate, yet somehow hit the mark.

Because after hearing that, the other party did show some surprise, then nodded: "I didn't expect you to realize this point."

"There is another representative coming along the way, because they were originally staying in the Demon Realm zone, so they will arrive comparatively late."

Demon Realm zone? What angel stays in the Demon Realm zone, Mosstima?

"No, not even that late."

It seems the doctor noticed something and shifted tone; in Aomo's eyes, he roughly appears to have equipped a terminal or similar device.

"He has already arrived, just wait a few minutes, by the way, I heard Mr. Aomo once came from the Berde Demon Realm zone, don't know if you've paid attention to some developments in your hometown?"

He?

"This question should be related to the absent one, right?" Aomo countered.

Although angels and demons indeed often have connections, but isn't that detour somewhat unnecessary?

Nowadays, the possibility of an angel is decreasing, so he has no choice but to reconsider the premise.

"Yes, the group he represents in the complex camp of Rhodes Island Company is also quite a special unit, so please don't take offense."

"I think, as an outsider, I don't need to pay too much attention to your customs."

"Haha, that's naturally fine, then let me introduce."

The perfectly timed opening of the door also made the doctor raise his hand, making an introducing gesture toward the doorway.

The chairman of the Kazdriel National Defense Committee, Treysis, is the last representative for this session.