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Chapter 489, Section 489: The Past of a Late Journey (3)

After officially joining the company, we were assigned accommodation and received daily training.

Chi Piao was assigned to the thug building, which was full of combat-capable individuals.

Her colleagues who joined at the same time as her quickly threw themselves into their tasks after joining the company, and they were rarely seen in the building. On a daily basis, she could only see a large number of her old colleagues.

These long-time employees have served Black Eye Pharmaceuticals for at least five or six years and can be considered the backbone of the company.

Every time Chi Piao accidentally brushed past them, an indescribable sense of unease would rise from the bottom of her heart.

Their eyes were unfocused and unfocused, as if a thick fog that could not be dispelled always shrouded the depths of their minds.

Unless they are in a state of combat, at all other times, whether walking, fetching water, or even having a simple conversation, their reactions are sluggish.

Chi Piao tried to smile and nod at them, but the responses she received were mostly vague and dreamlike, their eyes sweeping over her blankly as if they hadn't even seen who she was.

The stairwell is perpetually filled with a deathly silence; footsteps and breathing are swallowed up by the heavy stillness, and there is rarely any conversation or laughter.

The entire building is less like an office building for living and more like a meticulously maintained living tomb, and Chi Piao has no choice but to live in this oppressive tomb, surrounded by a suffocatingly low pressure.

Besides the strange living conditions, her superiors were also taking much longer to hand over duties than those in the normal operations department.

Her neighbor across the hall was a powerful wind controller; his boss was blind, but on his second day at the company, he took her on a mission.

Chi Piao didn't know whether being dispatched quickly was a good thing or a bad thing. All she knew was that after her boss finished processing her onboarding, he remained silent as if he were dead until one day he suddenly called her to his office.

The office of the strategist department was excessively spacious, with two walls almost entirely occupied by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, densely packed with books and files piled up like mountains.

Xu Huan buried himself in this fortress made of paper and ink. His black uniform made his figure stand out, yet it also gave him a distant and cold feeling.

Chi Piao stood awkwardly in the shadow cast by the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over a slowly rotating globe on his desk and a dynamic wind image next to it that kept flashing with light. His fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of his clothes.

"Um... sir."

She mustered her courage, her voice sounding somewhat weak in the empty room:
"When are we going on a mission in the field? I can pack my things anytime."

Xu Huan was busy reviewing the documents handed to her by her subordinates when she heard this. She glanced at her and said indifferently:
"You're from the strategist department, so you won't be assigned any missions here. Just do the things I give you."

Chi Piao asked in surprise:
“I noticed that my colleagues who came in with me all went outside…”

The strategist in black said nothing, only calmly stating:
"Going on missions outside is not a good thing. Seeing too many things that challenge your worldview can cause mental confusion."

Chi Piao thought of her old colleagues in the building, whose eyes seemed to be wandering as if they were living in a dream, and couldn't help but ask:
Are there... many mentally unstable people here?

The refined strategist tapped the table and said:
“Our company is a pharmaceutical company, and we provide sedatives and tranquilizers to our employees free of charge. You can get them if you need them, but I don’t want you to be like them, telling me first if you feel mentally unwell.”

“Talking to me is more useful than going to the hypnosis clinic to see those pathological doctors.”

The door to the strategist's office was open, and a young hypnotherapist happened to pass by. He peeked out with a grin and looked at the strategist in the office, saying, "Good evening, sir. Why are you secretly talking badly about us behind our backs?"

The young doctor had a baby face and looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He had an exceptionally well-behaved and kind appearance.

But Xu Huan frowned as soon as he saw him:
"Good evening, Dr. Qiao. What brings you to the Strategist Building?"

Qiao Zhan chuckled and said:
"Your advisor and subordinate insist that I lured the thug to jump off the building during the last battle. That's a bit absurd. I've been working normally all along."

Xu Huan's brows furrowed even more deeply, and he gave the order directly:
"I'm very busy right now. Why don't you go ask next door? — Chi Piao is closed."

Chi Piao stretched out a hand and gently waved it, and the door was automatically pulled and closed by an invisible force.

Relieved that he no longer needed to communicate with mentally unstable people, Xu Huan pulled out a thick book and said:

"Come here, I'll teach you to recognize characters first, and then I'll teach you some common sense."

Chi Piao walked over, and Xu Huan found her a chair and placed it next to her. Then, he patiently began to teach her, word by word.

The literacy stage went relatively smoothly, but teaching general knowledge was not so easy.

Xu Huan pointed to the illustrations in the book and read aloud:
"If you get lost in the wild, you can observe the stars in the sky. The direction in which the handle of the Big Dipper extends is north."

Chi Piao tilted her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes:
"Why rely on stars to distinguish them? Isn't the air filled with magnetic fields? The vibrations in each direction are different, so why not just sense them directly?"

Xu Huan paused for a moment, her hand holding the pen twitching slightly.

"...This doesn't apply to you. Let's move on to the next chapter."

He quickly turned the page:
"If you encounter an elevator malfunctioning and plummeting rapidly indoors, you should bend your knees to cushion the impact and protect your head..."

"Why not just levitate the elevator, or apply gravity in the opposite direction to pull it up?"

Chi Piao responded with a puzzled look, even adding:
"I think it's easier to pull upwards."

Xu Huan took a deep breath, turned a few more pages, and pointed to another passage:
"If you encounter a mudslide or landslide in the wild, you should run to higher ground in a direction perpendicular to the direction of the mudslide..."

"Then...why not just stop the mudslide and let the rocks go back directly?"

In just fifteen minutes, Xu Huan flipped through dozens of pages of the manual. He finally realized an extremely serious problem—

The person in front of me certainly lacks the common sense of ordinary people, but her terrifying gravitational ability perfectly and brutally makes up for all her shortcomings.

In this world, when faced with a massive war, the so-called rules of danger and survival skills seem to have lost all meaning.

All obstacles in this world seem to be merely objects waiting to be distorted or moved by her abilities.

(End of this chapter)