I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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The headset spoke: "Hmm, very good! It seems you can solve the problem on your own without needing my guidance!"

Du Jue, however, sensed a hint of disappointment in the positive tone and immediately began to reflect. He then realized that being responsible for Angela didn't require ordinary achievements, since the current ministers wouldn't demote one of them to replace him. Therefore, he needed to attribute the credit to his superiors.

“I take the minister as my role model. Since you let Song Ya go in the meeting room, you must want to cultivate him with gentle methods. Otherwise, I think this kind of unqualified employee should be fired directly.”

In the minister's office, Ilya was somewhat skeptical. She remembered that she had actually intended to fire Song Ya from the beginning, but she quickly composed herself and said, "That's right! Although I don't know how difficult it is to advance to the second-tier finisher in a month, I think you do have extraordinary talent!"

"However, as my deputy, you will also be involved in the work on the anomalies. Do you have any questions? If you have any concerns, I will consider them carefully!"

Don't worry about dying. You're part of the plan now. If anything unexpected happens, I'll have my supervisor rewind time.

Angela really was watching him all the time, which made Du Jue wonder if he was also being monitored from all angles while he slept at night.

With the assurance from your real boss, never confidently reply, "Of course, Minister! I will carry out all your orders!"

However, Ilya, who was in the office, looked rather grim when she heard this. She couldn't believe that Du Jue, who was a new employee at Lobotomy Corporation and didn't even know what an Abnormality was, wouldn't ask her for guidance!

Even though he has done a good job so far, how could he possibly handle everything by himself? He needs guidance from others!

"Great mindset!"

Ilya's tone remained high-spirited, "However, abnormality work cannot be compared to outside commissions. I have already sent over the standards for the four types of work; please read them carefully!"

He took the folder from the office worker next to him and could only stand at the door and use it to pass the time.

To be honest, many things about the Abnormality are kept secret from employees for a variety of reasons—the experimental process is too cruel and ruthless, the Abnormality's own cognition is distorted, and the related information is too horrifying and terrifying.

Therefore, all the employees received were rigid operation manuals, which were less useful than eliminating game information from their minds. Of course, he didn't care about this at all, especially since the thoughtful Miss Angela would help him.

[0-03-03 One sin and a hundred virtues]

It feeds on the "sin" that emerges from words. Employees assigned to perform tasks must confess their sins to it and offer repentance.

Du Jie should not be holding the folder given by Ilya while actually browsing the information about the anomalies sent by Angela. These anomalies are all kinds of strange and have bizarre abilities that are like bugs in the world.

"Phew, thank you for still being here." Song Ya, who had finally emerged from the containment chamber, was drenched in sweat, but his spirits were noticeably better. He was clearly grateful to Du Jue, who was looking at documents at the door: "It seems that not all anomalies are dangerous. Maybe I really can survive."

"Extinguish yourself. The result of this work is good, but not enough! Now go in!"

Ilya commanded somewhat urgently, "If you feel you still need guidance, then someone else can take your place. For newcomers who haven't received complete training, the Control Department will also relax the standards as appropriate!"

With Angela backing him up, Du Jue remained completely calm. He had never felt so at ease in his job before; in most cases, rewinding time could save everything. "An order is an order! Minister, I won't make excuses for myself!"

After handing the data to Song Ya, Ilya entered the containment room without hesitation, ignoring the applications and reports sent by the other employees. She was puzzled as to how Angela had managed to recruit him.

Even though she grew up in the nest, she knew that a second-tier finisher was a big shot in the industry, and the fact that the resume was not exaggerated indicated that the other party had something that she did not have—outstanding talent.

"Du Jue, your awareness is very high, keep up the good work!"

Despite offering verbal encouragement, Ilya couldn't help but doubt herself. If both of them put in the effort, would her ordinary talent, which she was so anxiously trying to hide, be exposed to others?

After all, Song Ya hadn't been following her orders; he had been refusing them, which Ilya couldn't forget.

After closing the outer door, Du Jue discovered that there was a small compartment inside the containment room, perhaps to avoid direct connection between the inside and outside. He then reached out and opened the inner door.

A massive skull crowned with thorns was attached to a cross, floating silently two meters above the ground. The empty eye sockets staring at him made Du Jue's heart sink, as if all the past had gained weight and materialized, pressing down on him.

Even if it doesn't say a word, the urge to confide in someone can't help but well up inside it.

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Chapter 184 Sin.

“Angela, I want to hear Du Jue’s work audio; this is to help him integrate into the control department more quickly!”

"It seems the head of the control department has forgotten the work process. The video and audio data of the containment units should be blurred, while the original samples need to be archived and kept confidential."

Ilya didn't give up; instead, she became serious: "Of course I know, but you recommended this employee! I have to find out his problems, uh, I mean, provide him with effective guidance!"

"For security reasons, even the minister cannot observe the anomaly without protection, so I can only provide you with the recordings that I have edited."

Containment unit.

Du Jue stood warily outside the black and red warning line, examining the enormous, stark white skull, recalling the information about the anomaly that Angela had just provided.

Based on the experiment, researchers categorized human sins into three levels: Level 1 consists of minor lies or mistakes in social situations; Level 2 consists of serious errors shared only with close friends; and Level 3 consists of serious crimes that must be kept secret forever.

Employees only need to confess to the first two levels of sin, because the third level of sin will cause the alien to erase all memories related to the penitent's sins.

Du Jue couldn't quite grasp the ambiguous level of sin, because the things he had experienced were too crazy to speak of casually. So he tentatively said, "Actually, I cheated on my wife. I had a wife but also had a lover."

The non-human objects in the containment chamber did not react.

Du Jue did not notice any external criticism or feel relieved.

Compared to living beings, anomalies seem to be like sculptures in an empty square. Apart from their existence, they never bring people endless peace of mind or comfort through any unexpected actions.

"Ahem, actually, I killed someone before I came to Lobotomy Corporation."

Du Jue didn't know how to repent; this was the first time he had ever done so.

It's not that I feel no remorse for all my wrongdoings, it's just that I'm too busy with work to think about these things.

The skull pierced by the giant cross gradually emitted a soft white light, and the silence in the containment chamber seemed to urge on the memory in Dujue's mind to become clear and vivid.

Even as he tried to stop himself from describing the flood of memories that were quietly washing over him, his entire body felt as if he were back in that battle.

A deserted town, next to a delicatessen.

"Why!"

Clutching her barbed pistol, Kikuyu charged forward in grief and rage, shouting, "You could have let everyone go, why did you have to kill me!"

"You're not special at all; you're no different from those cannibalistic, perverted chefs in the city!"

Stepping into the memories of sin, Du Jue felt as if the other party's words and actions possessed real power, but he merely stood there with a furrowed brow, carefully observing Ju Yu's face.

Du Jue's tense nerves relaxed when he realized there was no abnormality of his half-body descending. What was in front of him was just some illusory questioning, which he didn't care about at all.

"The Lead-Gray Symphony! Have you forgotten everyone else but me?"

Having calmly accepted the sudden stab of Chrysanthemum Rain, he immediately recalled the night when the death energy went out of control, and the words of certainty slipped out: "Of course I haven't forgotten."

However, Du Jue immediately realized what he had said, took a step back in shock, and even reflexively pulled out the spiral gun from his dimensional leather gloves, trying to see the cross-shaped skull in front of him clearly.

The skull, faintly visible after the tide of memory, was completely obscured by the soft white light it emitted.

The dazzling lights of the Golden Auction House were blinding, a stark contrast to the carnage outside. Dark red scabs covered the drain covers, and the wailing that filled the sky made the terrified Du Jue deaf.

"Wait, that's not it! That's not what I wanted to talk about!"

"Stop it!"

The pile of corpses surrounding the city prevented him from being completely lost, but this was the only thing he was ashamed to mention, and he didn't want to mention it at all.

The various corpses dressed in different clothes did not rush forward in anger, but merely overlapped each other and stared at Du Jue. Their eyes swayed like a swarm of fireflies gathered in a wilderness, but conveyed a darkness even deeper than the stars in the sky.

Du Jue suddenly lowered his head, an unusual surge of overwhelming fear washing over him. He didn't even dare to look at the details of the corpse. He quickly reassured Du Jue, "Don't worry, don't worry! This is just a memory, it'll be over soon!"

However, Du Jue, who had just come to his senses, immediately noticed that the woman with the single ponytail at his feet was staring straight at him. The hand with three rings pinched the face of the noblewoman's corpse next to her and said mockingly, "Are you really alright?"

"They're just here from inside the nest to attend the Ring Auction. The peripheral support staff are just doing their jobs for money. Not to mention the back alley residents mixed in. There must be innocent people among them. There must be at least one, right?"

"Shut up!"

Du Jue, whose heart was weighed down by the suffocating sins of the past, suddenly remembered the information he had just read. Once a Level 3 sin was confessed, the anomaly would devour it along with the related memories. Without a doubt, this Night of Roar was a Level 3 sin for him!

There are too many memories related to the Wailing Incident; I'm afraid I'll lose most of my memories from then until now.

More importantly, the tattoo of death was given to him by Kaji. How could he possibly forget that? This is something that time rewinding can't fix!

No matter how heavy and painful the past may be, even if it is all sins he himself committed, it can never hinder his progress in the slightest!

"Do these things really prevent you from deceiving yourself with a clear conscience?"

Bang!

Du Jue wanted to stomp on the head of that idiot Ring Finger, and anxiously stepped over the countless corpses staring at him, rushed into the only lit auction hall, his eyes wide open as he stared at the only magnificent chandelier above.

Sure enough, he saw the outline of a cross-shaped skull in the soft white light. Countless corpses turned from solid to ethereal and were absorbed into it. Perhaps this was what the alien intelligence described as the so-called consumption of sins.

Even when trapped in the recurrence of strange memories, and his senses of time and space become disordered, his excessively high resistance to cognitive distortion still prevents him from seeing the anomaly.

The anger at the impending plunder overwhelmed his remorse and fear. Du Jue gritted his teeth and raised the spiral gun, his forehead veins bulging with rage, and the dragon scales involuntarily appeared all over his body.

Red dragon scales, reveal yourself!

Dangdang Dangdang!

The golden coins belonging exclusively to the dragon instantly submerged the blood-stained corpse, each coin engraved with a different story and legend about the dragon's prototype.

The dragon's insatiable greed for possession forbade any plundering; its golden chains instantly entangled the white chandelier, brutally pulling out countless corpses once more.

"These are all mine!"

"Get out of here! Leave behind all my sins and memories!"

Boom! ! !

The massive, heavy workshop, carrying flames that filled the sky, struck the chandelier directly. The terrifying force instantly caused it to shake violently, and the orange-red flames suddenly surged, engulfing everything in sight.

The tide of memories evaporated completely in an instant.

His five senses also quickly returned to normal.

"Hoohoo!"

Gasping for breath, Du Jue gripped the spiral gun tightly. His rapid breathing even made him feel dizzy and short of breath. He felt completely exhausted, but he forced himself to stay alert and looked around.

The once tidy containment room was burned to a crisp, and the ash on the floor made it impossible to see any trace of its original state.

"Hey, Du Jue, can you hear me? Get back behind the cordon immediately!"

Ilya's anxious voice came through the earpiece, which made Du Jue realize that he was out of danger and that the scales on his body had actually fallen off on their own.

"Of course, Minister. Avoid weak responses followed by a struggle to stay clear-headed and back down."

Still shaken, Du Jue looked up and was shocked to find that his spiral gun had pierced through the eye socket of his skull, causing cracks to appear in the once smooth, white bone.

Du Jue hurriedly pulled out the spiral gun and retreated to the doorway, quietly watching the dark red thorn crown slowly tighten, fixing the cross and bones back in place, and closing all the cracks one by one.

If it weren't for the surrounding environment, one might even feel as if nothing had happened.

"Absolutely not! Is that your weapon? The file says it's a spiral gun from the Giant Object Workshop, but EGO production has been detected here. Please evacuate the containment chamber immediately and report to the control department!"

Hearing Ilya's urging, Du Jue finally noticed the abnormality of the spiral gun.

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Chapter 185 EGO.

"Guns and blades cannot harm the Abnormalities, so we try to shape the cores extracted from the Abnormalities into weapons and armor, collectively known as EGO."

Ilya's expression turned unusually serious.

Ilya didn't even bother to write down Du Jue's reply in her memo, because the new employee's actions were simply too shocking. "That gun isn't in the company's EGO research database. Even the branch's EGO should have a record of it!"

Du Jue looked at the spiral gun on the desk with some strangeness. At this moment, three long cracks appeared from the gun head. However, thorns, just like those on the skull, wrapped around the spiral lines and bound it tightly.

The feeling of self-expression in the containment chamber was strange. Although using skills in the past only required a thought, it still required active activation. But this power felt like it was actively using him.

At this moment, Du Jue could only vaguely recall the prototypes of countless evil dragons that flew out from the distant sea. Perhaps he would have to be wary of this in the future, since those prototypes brought not only power but also extremely strong emotions.

However, dealing with his immediate supervisor is more important right now, so he quickly composed himself and said, "No, this is my weapon. I don't know the specifics, after all, I'm just a newcomer to Lobotomy Corporation."

Ilya's countless doubts crumbled before those words. Looking at the calm-faced Du Jue, she realized he was indeed a newcomer, and her face regained its vibrant smile: "Of course! As the minister, I will guide you well!"

"I've registered this weapon; you can put it away now. But do you know how long you've been in the containment chamber?"

How long can this last?

To be honest, Du Jue felt that it had only been a dozen minutes at most, but the anger that had just subsided was now rising again. This anomaly called "One Sin and a Hundred Virtues" was really rude!

He's killed so many people, and he can just forget about it like that? Wouldn't that make him an idiot like Ring Finger?!

Ilya picked up the memo with a slight headache and said, "Four hours, thirty-seven minutes, and eight seconds. The supervisor said that today's energy production target has been exceeded. Headquarters operates on a results-oriented work system, so we can consider it time to go home."

Upon hearing this, Du Jue quickly replied, "Minister, even after get off work, I want to learn from you. For me, time is divided into work and preparation."

"Well, anomalies are hard to figure out, and I can't answer your question right away."

Ilya seemed quite pleased with Du's refusal, "However, I can help you integrate here quickly."

Ilya left the control department, where only a few people were still working overtime, with Du Jue in tow.