Chapter 215

Linton: The company feels like a school; the staff are a bit hormonally overcharged.

Emperor: Do you always have to be so diplomatic with your comments?

Linton: If we're too blunt, how do we handle wage deductions?

Emperor: Who knows, it might actually earn a bonus—let me verify my idea is right and then use your phrasing to convince them.

Linton: Logistics workers aren't hard to find; company culture matters more than raw ability. Were you just trying to take in anyone at the start?

Emperor: Does your transmigrator memory cover this as well?

Linton: No, I just happen to know a firm whose atmosphere is similar to yours.

——

Penguin Logistics' situation is easy to infer.

Just as Trisen attracts many transmigrants eager to join, the tough trainer exam screens most of them out, leaving few transmigrant trainers in the central branch.

That's only the case in the central branch; elsewhere, Trisen Academy's trainer exams are comparatively easier, letting many horse‑girl‑obsessed transmigrants realize their dreams—and some even choose to stay on the periphery.

The goal is to nurture a 'Little Red Riding Hood'‑type horse girl discovered in the regions, who can then compete at the central track.

Regarding the youths' hormone problem, any romance between trainers and horse girls is treated as an improper student‑teacher relationship and referred straight to the central student council.

Exactly—Rudolf, the air tank, and Narita Shiratori can even deal with these local‑school matters.

The central Trisen Student Council wields such extreme authority that it even explains why Rudolf's desk paper tower is so high.

—This is the state of Trisen Academy, where fan creations based on Uma Musume exist in another world.

So!

And what about the situation of Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical and related firms like Penguin Logistics, where Arknights‑related creations exist in another world?

—Of course, it will likewise attract a swarm of transmigrants.

And likewise, most of them are young.

It has nothing to do with experience; it's simply that young people are more inclined to enjoy this kind of creation.

However, Central Tressen at least has a particularly high threshold for screening, whereas companies like Penguin Logistics and Rhodes Island do not.

Indeed, such transmigrator companies inevitably encounter some military conflicts in this world; the threshold for armed staff is indeed quite high, but company operations have never relied solely on armed personnel.

There will always be some clerical positions.

It is precisely these positions that those transmigrator fans chase after, causing game cooks and role-play cooks to gather.

This is the current state of clerical recruitment at Penguin Logistics.

Even if there is a boss with a free-spirited, whimsical style who randomly sets questions in recruitment, there can still be employees who break through the layers of screening to get hired, even armed staff.

There are always transmigrators who quickly adapt to this world and even begin cultivating some achievements.

After all, there are people like Bi Ze who, after loafing around for half a year, start considering the embarrassing automatic staff.

Naturally, there will also be those who, upon arrival, are enthusiastic about embarking on source energy cultivation, full of yearning for the power of Ascendants.

The ratio between the two is hard to say, but among the latter, successful ones are indeed few.

Among Penguin Logistics' newly hired staff, only three can serve as escorts; the rest are clerical or simply drivers.

Given the diversity of contemporary vehicles, being able to obtain a B-class driver's license counts as very hard work; at least one has grasped the basics of ground vehicles.

Even among the core layer, Texas, originally skilled in vehicle driving, only has an A-class license.

【To be honest, I've been using the HuanYuan app to read and follow updates; the app allows switching sources, multiple read-aloud voices,. huanyuanapp works on Android and iOS.】

Someone like Aomo with an S1 license is heading toward the trend of amphibious transport; the final assessment even involves driving a single-person spaceship, belonging to off-wheel.

Unless one already has some foundation, it's hard for a transmigrator to obtain an S1 license within a few years.

However, Aomo does not feel that the Emperor's favor toward him is due to his excellent driving skills.

After all, the content of this logistics first order—just a damn person!

It doesn't seem to value driving skills; rather, it seems to value combat ability.

Cover, support, etc… but would that penguin know so much? Clearly, he rarely displays such abilities.

Thinking of the Emperor's character in the reference memory, Aomo feels it's more like a kind of spontaneity.

A high-ranking, influential figure, with an occasional whim, can make those below speculate.

How could speed as a symbol be any different?

Her attention to Aomo could even let Aomo and Zhouri Ningjing make a bet on the 'Symbolist trend'.

The bet is for a free assistance.

In a few more days, the bet's result should appear, Aomo thought.

He actually doesn't care about winning or losing.

The essence of that bet was him taking a shortcut, luring Zhouri Ningjing to closely watch the Symbolist trend, but to say it was purely tricking Zhouri Ningjing into spying would not be accurate.

It's not worth the trouble; he still put considerable trust in his guess, which is why this bet exists.

However, if we're to talk about the result, let's wait a few more days.

Now he gazes at the two time-related staffs, namely the 'Black Lock' and 'White Key' carried by Mosstima, his fingers resting on the card case in his pocket.

This sudden reunion, what he recalls is not their past supermarket trips, but the vitality he felt from those two staffs when he confronted the negative-energy monster as the 'Thunder Slayer'.

This is the second realization after that 'Otherworld Reference Memory', a feeling of a fact far clearer than the words written in the setting:

What kind of vitality sealed within Mosstima's two staffs is extraordinarily strong, to the point that it overflows the staff and is sensed by his monster senses at that time.

Likewise, it is some kind of monster, and not a low level.

He can assert that!

After the formal battle began, he had another clear feeling——

——feeling the murderous intent nurtured by that vitality.

But he never had the leisure to look back.

After that, right up to now, he has had no chance to feel or witness again the power of that thing in the staff.

Although he's a bit curious, it seems such an existence must involve extremely deep secrets; it's better not to pry.

Thinking back to the 'mistake' he made at the office, Aomo also withdrew his gaze and greeted: 'Miss Mostima, were you also arranged to come here by the Emperor?'

No, on the contrary, I proactively reported to the boss and came to find you.

The fallen angel walking ahead turned back, smiled, and said: 'I noticed the content in the chat channel; seeing that they really can't free up their hands, I have no choice but to come myself.'

You can't count on Lappland to bring you.

Can Miss Lappland really be regarded as a member of Penguin Logistics?

Aomo heard her words and felt she meant she could even help Penguin Logistics bring in newcomers, sighing once again that his reference memory version was too low.

In that memory, the white‑haired wolf girl was still an ambiguous‑alignment dangerous figure.

Aomo was still thinking when the other party added: 'But since you've already signed on as a colleague, there's no need to deliberately keep that distance, right? Linton.'

"……" Aomo redirected his attention to the blue‑haired, green‑eyed fallen angel, somewhat surprised by her frankness this time.

"Can a sense of distance be expressed in a way that isn't merely superficial?" the fallen angel smiled and said.

"Indeed." Aomo nodded.

In this regard alone, both are experts; even just the way they maintain distance through aloof address can be considered superficial.

"So, Mostima, what are the specific details of the mission?"

"Come with me," Mostima said, pointing to the distant van painted with the Penguin Logistics logo, then asked, "Do you have your own transport or did you take a taxi?"

Aomo pointed to the nearby parked Beta motorcycle: "That's my transport."

"... Not bad; Rhodes Island Company will have many Sarkaz employees who appreciate your taste."

"Sarkaz are equivalent to demons in the usual sense; since Aomo once openly said he counts as half a transmigrator and has memories of knowing them, she also skipped the explanation."

"I didn't expect you to have your own transport; I originally thought of letting you drive."

Although she said that, Mostima's smile showed no sign of trouble.

"It's fine to stop here; it has an automatic driving system, and I can summon it over anytime if needed."

Aomo didn't think Mostima couldn't drive, but he also remembered that last time Penguin Logistics' vehicles had shown hover modifications, and this one…

At a glance, there indeed were some distinctive components exuding a sense of presence.

Do all Penguin Logistics vehicles undergo various types of modifications?

Aomo only hopes this modification is legal.

"That's great; mainly this mission is better discussed in the car, because…" Having reached the van, Mostima flung open the rear door, and Aomo, bending slightly, saw inside a white‑haired wolf girl grinning at him, and likewise a white‑haired horned woman waving at him.

"Nian and Lappland?"

"What kind of combination is this?"

He stared, then looked at the front seat, where there was even a white‑haired, aloof man with a halo above his head.

"Codename Undertaker, of the same race as the Angel and Mostima."

This surprised him even more.

"You see, this mission is rather complex; we need to discuss it slowly in the car," Mostima said helplessly.

"I think it's simple, Mostima," the codename Lappland, whose Penguin Logistics file lists her as Lappland Saluso — that is, the white‑haired wolf girl — said with a grin, "Reaching the destination and taking action — that's all there is to it."

"We still need to investigate, investigate," objected the silver‑haired red‑horned Miss Nian, who resembled a Dongyan dragon in human form, brandishing a vividly colored long iron slab like a fan, saying, "This isn't simple; the Doctor also said we need to plot it slowly."

Upon hearing that, Aomo didn't wait for the Undertaker to voice an opinion, but immediately turned his head to look at Mostima beside him.

"What's wrong, Linton?" Mostima still wore her usual nonchalant smile.

"Is this a task a newcomer can take?"

Aomo only wanted to ask that question.

Or is it that Penguin Logistics indeed discriminates against temporary workers? I got ruthlessly 80'd!