The surrounding supervisors stood there frozen like cracked old pines, the wind whistling past their faces. If they could actually crack apart, they would already be covered in fissures by now.
Then, under their hollow stares, one of the Plague Doctor squad leaders let out a loud shout, waved his hand dramatically, and barked sternly:
"Brothers! Why aren't you going back to haul more?! If you can't even tell 1 and 2 apart, don't you feel any sha?! If you can't pull out a 3, I'll turn you into a 1!"
"Yes, sir!" The Plague Doctors all wept with sha, their eyes brimming with tears.
So shaful!
So incredibly shaful!
And then, under the stunned gazes of the supervisors, they turned around one by one and charged back toward the warehouses in a mighty, unstoppable tide.
"(ΩДΩ) What the hell?! No way! Those were clearly 1 and 5—how the hell did they beco 2 and 6?!"
"You can't move that! You can't move that!! Oh, my gods!"
The supervisors were practically weeping blood, on the verge of shattering, but it was utterly useless.
This corruption had already reached the level of calling a deer a horse—this was outright robbery!
Sure, they were corrupt too, but it wasn't fair for these guys to steal everything they had stolen!
At least leave them so scraps!
Stop squeezing them dry!
But nothing worked. Soon, massive quantities of supplies arrived once again, carried by the vast army of movers. Their work enthusiasm was so intense that Lynn felt they could rival even the chanical Units.
"Report, Executive! All supplies are in position! Awaiting your orders!"
"Take them back!"
"Yes, sir!"
Finally, surrounded by a full load of satisfied subordinates, Lynn gracefully closed the System Space, with his left arm around one and his right arm around another, and under the tearful, despairing gazes of the supervisors, he strolled out of the factory.
Of course, this wasn't because Lynn didn't want to take all their stock.
It was because the System Space was full.
Otherwise, he might have even dismantled the Flesh and Blood machinery from this factory and taken it with him.
But no sooner had he stepped outside than Lynn suddenly stopped, as if sothing very important had just occurred to him. The Plague Doctors behind him, loaded down with bags and bundles, also halted, looking at their Executive with confusion.
"Executive, what's wrong?"
Lynn pondered. "Hmm... it feels like sothing's still off. I don't think I was seeing things... that 2 really did look like a 1, and that 6... really did look like a 5. Maybe I wasn't seeing things; maybe I just mixed them up."
All the Plague Doctors around him were (꒪Д꒪)!!
"Then... then what do we do, Executive? Do we take it all back?"
Lynn glanced at the subordinates around him, then looked up (O_O)? and countered:
"Take it back? Why would we take it back? Didn't we just move everything exactly according to the list, in black and white? 100 tons of Screar, 500 tons of Spider Exoskeleton—perfectly normal!"
The Plague Doctors around him stood dumbfounded.
They couldn't say a word.
Lynn asked, puzzled, "So, did we actually move 200 tons and 600 tons?!"
"..."
A brief silence.
One of the Plague Doctor squad leaders next to Lynn suddenly widened his eyes, snapping back to reality. Staring blankly, he spread his hands and said, "No, we didn't! Did we? Did anyone see that?"
He turned to look at the Plague Doctors behind him, wearing an expression of complete ignorance.
Those Plague Doctors also snapped back in an instant, their eyes popping open, shaking their heads like rattles as they looked around in shock:
"No way! It was 1 and 5! What 2 and 6?! We moved it exactly right!"
"Yeah! Nothing wrong! Totally strict!"
All the Plague Doctors wore utterly blank expressions, spreading their hands to show they knew nothing.
Lynn sighed deeply and said earnestly, "See? That's exactly it. Since no one saw things, then we moved exactly the right amount. As for those tiny little extra bits we might have accidentally moved... well... I'm sure the Doctor won't mind."
"So, with that in mind, let speak for the Doctor: that tiny little extra is my gift to all of you. Any objections?"
[Ding! Reputation with the Plague Doctor Action Departnt 30!]
[Ding! Reputation with the Plague Doctor Action Departnt 50!]
[Ding! Your reputation with the Plague Doctor Action Departnt has reached "Revered." All Plague Doctor squads' Affinity and Obedience toward you 20!]
As the System notifications rang in his ears, the surrounding Plague Doctors were utterly stunned, then overjoyed. They dropped to their knees before Lynn with a loud thud, trembling with excitent:
"Thank you for your generosity, Executive!"
Lynn sighed, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down with pity and compassion. "No need to thank . Just rember this: as long as you stick with , Losh, I'll make sure you eat well and drink well. When I eat at, I'll leave you a bowl of thick soup. Got it?"
The Plague Doctors sobbed with emotion, tears streaming: "Yes, sir, Executive!"
[Ding! Squad Leader's Reverence toward you 30!]
This was too insane!
Too insane!!
In the past, the Executives they had served under were all stingy bastards. They only took care of themselves, and just giving them a scrap to eat was already the height of generosity!
But who knew this newly appointed Executive would treat them so... so...
He really...
They were moved to tears!
Wah!
Seriously, with a boss like this, with a leader like this, they wouldn't hesitate to walk through fire or cross a sea of blades—they'd even offer up their own mothers if they had to!
At that mont,
staring at his towering figure, they wept with emotion, wishing they were virginal maidens so they could offer themselves up, letting their beloved Executive ravage them thoroughly, just to repay his boundless kindness.
Executive! I love you!
Co take !
"Get up." Lynn sighed, looking upward. "Lift your spirits. We've got a tough battle ahead, so don't let down at the critical mont!"
The Plague Doctors, moved nearly to tears, rose to their feet and cupped their fists: "Never! Rest assured, Executive!! From now on, you are our father! If you say go east, we won't go west! Even if you tell us to jump into a boiling oil cauldron, we'll charge in with our eyes closed!"
Around them, the sound of °(°ˊДˋ°) ° crying filled the air.
Loyalty!!
They knew—buried in those cries was nothing but these two words: loyalty. Nothing else.
And then, the System notification chid in Lynn's ear.
[Ding! Congratulations on triggering a special achievent: Using Other People's at to Feed Your Own Dog. You have earned 200 Base EXP.]
[Using Other People's at to Feed Your Own Dog] Special Achievent: Obtained after generously using things that aren't yours to win people over. This indicates that the Host has thoroughly mastered the various operations of Chaotic Alignnt and is swimming like a fish in water, running further and further down the path of not being human, charging headlong into madness. Congratulations! You have earned the permanent buff: Intelligence 5, Morality -1, Personal Charisma 3, Happiness 5.
...
anwhile, in the First Chamber, which monitored all regions of the Leviathan.
The staff watched the absurd scene unfolding in the corridor, their toes curling in fury, as if they could dig out a three-room apartnt with their feet.
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! This is outright, blatant corruption!"
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