Walking alongside Angela, Zhou Zhuang kept digging into what she'd mentioned earlier.
"So what's the point of that Abnormality dossier archive? Who even needs that kind of thing?"
Angela didn't answer directly. Instead, she tossed him a question:
"Manager—do you still remember the Abnormalities' exact details from the game?"
"…Uh…"
Zhou Zhuang's mind went blank—like a toilet bowl that had just been flushed clean.
"That," Angela said calmly, "is precisely why the dossier archive exists. You can't skip recordkeeping just because you feel like you don't need it."
And then she added the key point:
"It is also, most importantly, training material for employees."
"Manager… you wouldn't want your new employees to enter an Abnormality containment unit, clueless—just like their seniors did, would you?"
Zhou Zhuang immediately surrendered.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Stop talking like a Japanese netizen."
He nodded so fast it was like someone installed an electric motor in his neck. And honestly, she was right: knowing what you're about to face is far better than walking in blind.
But then his curiosity flared up again.
What if Data Deletion appears later?
In the game, he never truly understood what it "looked like." In reality, maybe he could actually see it—
…Then he forcefully killed that thought.
No. Bad idea.
In the game, even level-5 employees got chunked for half their health at the start. Zhou Zhuang definitely wasn't as "tank" as a maxed-out employee.
He pulled himself back from the cliff and asked:
"So where does this dossier file go?"
"To the Information Team. However, since the Information Department is not yet open, it will be temporarily kept by Hod, the Training Team's head."
Zhou Zhuang nodded.
"Perfect. I was going to find Hod anyway."
Angela asked, almost lazily, "May I ask what for, Manager?"
"It's nothing major… I just remembered there's an Abnormality that can generate energy extremely fast. So I want Hod to prepare a few candidates for future recruitment—people who are absolutely guilty, totally beyond saving."
He said it awkwardly, because even if he framed it as "only the worst criminals," what he was really doing was planning to use people as fuel.
He added quickly:
"If you think it's not okay, forget it. Treat it like a dark joke."
Angela's face didn't change.
"No, Manager. I have no objections."
Then, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world:
"Let's take the elevator, Manager."
Zhou Zhuang was still fighting his conscience internally, so the sudden elevator suggestion threw him.
"Wait—when we came here, didn't we walk for twenty minutes? How can we take an elevator back?"
"This is a newly unlocked function after the first workday ended," Angela explained. "All elevator exits inside the facility have now been linked together."
"That's… convenient as hell," Zhou Zhuang muttered as he stepped in, genuinely shocked. "What kind of Singularity tech is that?"
Angela looked like she was about to explain.
Zhou Zhuang immediately flailed his hands.
"No no no—don't. I'm just saying it out loud. That level of knowledge should be saved for Faust. I feel like she could listen all night."
Angela obediently shut her mouth.
Zhou Zhuang exhaled in relief, even wiping imaginary sweat off his forehead.
Then he looked out the elevator window.
And his stomach dropped.
In a normal elevator, the scenery should be continuous—just vertical movement through a stable space.
But after the "upgrade," the outside view looked like different photos from different locations, brutally stitched into a video that somehow didn't "drop frames."
His senses screamed lag, but his brain insisted everything was smooth.
That contradiction made him feel sick for the first time.
"It's alright, Manager," Angela said softly, reaching out to massage his back. "Most people feel dizzy the first time they witness this paradoxical scenery."
"Ghk… I'm fine," Zhou Zhuang swallowed the urge to vomit.
Soon, the scenery stabilized again, becoming continuous.
"Yeah… I feel better now."
A moment later—ding.
The elevator arrived.
Zhou Zhuang and Angela stepped out and saw, not far away:
Malkuth doing the post-work summary for today's employees, and Hod standing nearby like a background prop.
They walked over.
Malkuth's voice was already in full "drill instructor" mode:
"And that concludes today's evaluation. Honestly—only Anna and Faust completed today's tasks properly according to standard."
"Lain, even if you finally stabilized toward the end, your first session—"
She glared.
"—you threw the method Hod and I taught you onto the floor and stepped on it."
"The most perfect work is flawless from start to finish. All of you still need more training!"
Then her gaze snapped to Sif, and her expression turned genuinely terrifying… before she smiled.
"And you, Sif. Today, the Manager did not even assign you work."
"That alone proves you slacked off in yesterday's training."
"I designed a plan with no flaws. So where would the problem be…?"
The pressure from above crushed Sif's face to paper-white.
He trembled and forced the words out:
"I-it's… my problem, Minister."
Malkuth's smile sharpened.
"Oh? Then why was it your problem? If you knew you weren't doing well, why didn't you train seriously yesterday?"
"Or did you think being recruited by the Manager meant you deserved it automatically?"
Sif's face turned corpse-pale.
Anna tried to speak up for him—but Faust and Lain tugged her sleeve, stopping her.
Malkuth hummed, pleased with herself.
"However… this kind Minister will give you one more chance."
"I will design for you a special additional training."
"Tomorrow, you won't need to work… until you complete it."
At that exact moment, Zhou Zhuang finally arrived close enough to catch only the end.
"Huh? What training? Who's not working tomorrow—are we granting someone leave?"
He'd misunderstood and assumed Malkuth was just doing her usual "perfect training plan" routine.
Meanwhile, Angela quietly walked over to Hod and began speaking to her privately.
Before Malkuth could answer Zhou Zhuang, Sif panicked and blurted everything out:
"No, Manager. I want Minister Malkuth to train me. I was too embarrassing today."
Zhou Zhuang looked at Sif—whose complexion still hadn't recovered—and sized him up.
"Yeah. True. Sif, you do need to train."
"You're too fragile."
Then he turned and gave Malkuth an actual directive:
"Malkuth, focus on training Sif's Courage. His other three attributes are basically up to standard."
Malkuth's eye twitched.
"Manager—how many times do I have to tell you? Either call me Malkuth or Ilya. What kind of nickname is 'Makuku'?"
She raised her hand like she was about to smack him.
Zhou Zhuang instantly went full gremlin.
"Hey, 'Makuku' sounds great—bonus points because it's reduplication!"
He covered his head and sprinted toward Angela's direction to escape the incoming hit.
And over on the side—
Angela and Hod's conversation had just ended.
Hod stared at Angela, looking like she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.
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