Chapter 524: NO.107: Penguin Logistics Is Actually Doing Logistics

NO. 107: Penguin Logistics Is Actually Doing Logistics

am9:50, Penguin Logistics.

Aomo was still yawning.

But this yawn had a hint of falseness, after all a talkative penguin stood before him.

"How dare you yawn while the boss is lecturing! Kid, I'm going to heavily deduct your wages!"

"Do I even have wages to deduct?"

Although it sounded like the Scarlet Devil Mansion's gatekeeper, Aomo's situation was clearly different.

Penguin Logistics pays its transport staff based on performance, and Aomo, a formal temporary worker with zero performance, can only enjoy the company's access rights and the use of certain equipment.

There was also a custom-made uniform.

Uniform black and white base, with a personally chosen third color as accent—Texas red, Croissant cyan, Angel purple, Mostima blue… but frankly, Mostima often wears her Lahontan messenger outfit rather than the Penguin Logistics uniform.

So theoretically, Aomo could also start work in a casual T-shirt and pants.

But if he did that… the talkative penguin might turn into an angry penguin.

The penguin boss called Dadi, like bosses in the eyes of office workers everywhere, was fickle and even somewhat double‑standard—not caring about Mostima and Miss Kong's work status, yet constantly nagging Aomo.

Croissant had told him that it was just the boss's freshness toward new recruits wearing off; after a while it would be fine.

Texas also gave Aomo similar comfort, except in her mouth Dadi was bored because Penguin Logistics hadn't been able to get involved in any dangerous work lately.

Once there was work to do, things would get much better.

Aomo combined their views of the boss and imagined an elementary‑schooler who treats the valued newcomer as a playmate.

He would flare up when the new playmate got busy and neglected him, then lose interest as time passed—'Where did you come from, you brat?!' emperor!

Although the boss is a brat, changing into the work uniform at the work station is always expected.

Positions like the central trainer, where just wearing a badge counts as clothing, are extremely rare, so Aomo still put on that black‑white functional‑style uniform.

It's worth noting that functional style is a branch of cyberpunk fashion.

Lots of modular pocket designs, plus various seemingly useless ribbons, are the main features of this style.

It is also the main uniform style of Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Company and its affiliated enterprises.

Although Aomo's uniform was also custom‑made, the dark gold ribbons and dark red Penguin Logistics logo set him apart from his coworkers, but the style and details were not his choice.

Everyone in the group asked him what features he wanted in his work clothes; he gave a casual reply, when asked what colors besides black and white he liked, he filled in two color codes, when asked his exact height and measurements, he just reported an XL…

This attitude was hardly different from that of his agency's model who handles horse‑girl online shopping everyday wear; it's hard to say who is imitating whom.

But there are clearly experts in Penguin Logistics!

Just a day later, Aomo received a parcel.

New uniform, fits perfectly.

And it was sent by a coworker!

Even the uncommon Angel‑Croissant duo hoped he would unpack and put it on for everyone to see.

Perhaps the fact that the work group was circulating that photo that very night proves it more than personal expectation—it shows a collective will's hope, or just someone's personal amusement.

But since everything circulating in the group is all‑positive bots, it doesn't really matter.

As long as that photo doesn't end up uploaded alongside some voting contest, it's fine.

Yesterday, while browsing the champion photo collection on the villain voting site, he saw many familiar backgrounds and scenes.

And among the countless low‑quality photos marred by 'video screenshots', 'long‑distance shots', 'poor angles', etc., there is always a row of 'ethereal and refined' ultra‑clear photos.

Angle, distance, and Aomo's own easily recalled crystal core will make these photos 'speak', directly 'telling' him the photographer's identity.

This left him feeling deeply fatigued.

Physical fatigue can be slept away, but mental fatigue lingers in the body.

Even shouldering a long‑term commission failed to stir the demon's usual vigorous drive.

He now stands idle in the Penguin Logistics lobby, listening to the monster in the chair ahead spout nutriment‑less, nonsensical taunts, responding in a weak, listless voice until he is freed.

"You're so tired, just go back to sleep—coming here you've even bored me!"

He wrapped up the lecture with a tough‑talk‑soft‑heart tone, and without waiting for Aomo's reply he jumped off the chair, hands behind his back, heading toward his even more 'affectionate' punishment target.

The punishment target is named: Yins.

Amid Penguin Logistics' member expansion and scale‑up, he has already become the head of the technical department, yet he remains a violet‑industry pioneer seemingly glued to his chair.

While astonishing how many livers he must have, he is also Dadi's favorite target for 'pranks'.

That is, the brat's approved old friend… watching the penguin go off to bother the bird‑haired one fade away, Aomo turned back, gave another yawn, and walked toward the logistics center amid the surrounding complex, subtle gazes.

Penguin Logistics' logistics center looks no different from that of any modern logistics firm—it uses electronic processors to confirm cargo codes, with source‑energy inscriptions handling cross‑space reception and transfer.

Moreover, eye‑catching half‑air projection lines display the fixed flight routes designed for drones.

This logistics center is an extraordinarily vast plaza, with towering pipes and complex inscriptions at each corner, while countless items and parcels travel on conveyors and are pulled by drones for scanning and verification.

Drones and cargo robots have lightened much of the labor load, but some special shipments still can't be handled by machines, hence the transport staff waiting at the outbound dock for cargo allocation.

"You're here, Linton."

The girl stationed at the outer edge of the transport crew greeted him—she was different from her initial appearance in the case file, where she wore a suit and fur coat, blades bared; now she had changed back into the Penguin Logistics uniform, her blades sheathed.

Qilinina Texas, clad in black and white with red accents, her uniform seemed to streamline even her curvaceous figure, creating a striking visual illusion.

As a result, the gazes directed at her from around were far less enthusiastic than before.

Or perhaps the quality of this batch of new hires has improved?

He withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and let it fall on her casually dangling orange‑yellow source‑energy sword, and Aomo sensed a third possibility: pure temperamental intimidation.

Holding her sword at the outermost edge of the crowd, Texas seemed to be on guard duty, and indeed she was the order keeper here.

When she brandishes a blade, her usual cold aloof expression makes it easy to get the impression that 'one wrong word and you'll get a stab.'

But she actually wasn't thinking about anything.

Nowadays Dekesisi can make Aomo think of Chazuo.

Silent and reticent, with a deep gaze, as long as he doesn't speak, he will be mistaken for gloomy and aloof, difficult to approach.

Because people are always visual creatures, if something looks dangerous, it is absolutely dangerous.

Even Aomo's demonization, if he just stands there dazed, can still scare people into scattering and fleeing; this is the confidence brought by his scaled armor, demonic face, and fiery eyes.

Of course, Aomo still looks human now; he thinks his appearance isn't bad, yet it still doesn't stop the mixed glances from those around him.

Those gazes linger on his posture, and also on his uniform that is considered part of the core, stylistically consistent.

"Come on, if you don't come now you'll really be kicked out." Aomo walked over helplessly.

It's really uncommon, you staying on duty at the company.

"Random shift, I just happened to draw today." Dekesisi said while still keeping an eye on the queuing staff not far away.

It's clear she is indeed earnestly upholding order, avoiding the typical disorder of cargo and transport personnel that logistics firms often have.

"Besides, there really is a batch of new hires officially on duty today, which even the Angel watching feels uneasy about."

"That's also true," Aomo had to admit this argument was really convincing, "but new hires... indeed feel different from before."

Hearing this, Dekesisi's wolf ears atop his head twitched slightly; looking back at Aomo, he even felt a bit torn between laughter and tears.

"Maybe you've changed."

"Huh?" Upon hearing it, Aomo blinked slightly; after locking eyes with the other's blue‑gold shifting, gemstone‑like gaze for a few seconds, he then reacted, somewhat embarrassedly rubbing his fingers together.

"Indeed, I should thank you for reminding me."

With millions of fans, and three subordinates who are dark‑style trainers of the villainous horse girls, this title the media gave him is known not just online.

Aomo can avoid normal outings to dodge being sought out, yet he forgets that the staff at this work station are no different from the passersby he tries to guard against.

Aren't they also potential citizens of Boundary Gate District who might know of his glorious exploits?

Frequent mental use keeps the mind agile; excessive use makes it slow and forgetful—he truly felt this.

He also belatedly realized why the employees' gazes at the company today differed so much from before.

"No need to thank me; rather, it's that you didn't notice that surprised me…" Dekesisi gave a faint smile.

Having freed herself from that laughing‑and‑crying state, she reverted to her former aloof reserve, again focusing some attention on the dwindling line.

Penguin Logistics' workforce is still far from enough to enable smooth, uninterrupted coverage.

"Your state isn't good enough; do you need me to assign you some lighter tasks?" the girl looked at him, "the kind that doesn't easily cause conflict."

In other words, low‑risk tasks that won't immediately lead to combat.

Penguin Logistics has many extremely valuable item commissions; this is a privilege reserved for the foremost logistics firms in Boundary Gate District.

Such commissions and work also carry extremely high risk, comparable to the dart‑carriers of ancient East Flame history, who faced the danger of being robbed.

Penguin Logistics' core members all have metrics for handling such business, and even a demon who has covertly been given core‑member benefits need not worry about failing in this regard.

But Dekesisi clearly does not think so.

Condition is also important.

Regarding this, Aomo obviously shares the same view.

"Then it'll be troublesome." He gave a slight nod.

Watching the other pull out a phone and operate it quickly, after a dozen seconds Aomo's light screen lit up, displaying a notification about logistics drop‑off points.

"…" Aomo stared at the recipient's name above, stunned.

"Maybe it's someone you know," Dekesisi also said, "I have some impression of this name; it should be a certain horse girl."

"It's hard not to be, unless someone is impersonating." Looking at that name, Aomo felt somewhat helpless.

【Recipient：zennorobroy

Address: Grand Hero District, Lundun City, xx Street, No. xxx

This address……is probably not forged.