I'm a pirate in Tokyo

On weekday afternoons, after taking a nap, the programmers entered the real working state, wearing headphones and leaning in front of the computer, typing code non-stop.

The marketing department that Robin belongs to is even more busy. Some people are chatting, while others are eating snacks and browsing the online store. Anyway, no one is doing anything serious.

This is of course because their boss is on a business trip and will not come back until today.

Neon's work contracts are basically lifelong, which makes the strong stronger and the weak weaker.

The strong hope to get promoted and get a raise through their own efforts, while the weak hope to just hang out day in and day out. Work is not considered life anyway, but isn’t it also a very fulfilling thing to make work a life?

Robin sighed, she didn't want to work either.

But if she doesn't work, no one in this department will actually do anything.

She first made up for the things she left behind when she asked for leave yesterday, and then rearranged her work plan for this week. Although her world has completely changed, her daily life still needs to continue.

This is needed for survival.

While she was thinking about how she could awaken and obtain extraordinary power, she was also thinking about what she should do after obtaining it.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing special that can be done.

As Takeda-kun said, it is reality that affects the criminal world. Things done in the criminal world are actually very difficult to affect the real world. This is a relationship of tolerance and being tolerated.

She was in a trance, and suddenly a loud shout woke her up: "Nicole! Nicole!"

She subconsciously stood up and turned around to see that her immediate boss had returned from a business trip.

He was a man wearing a well-fitted suit, and his skin was well maintained like that of a teenager, but after all, his age was betrayed by his round bald head and puffy face.

His fierce eyes and manic speaking speed instantly made the entire marketing department and even the entire floor stand upright like puppets on strings.

"What's the matter with you! You didn't reply to my message the day before yesterday! You asked for leave again yesterday! Don't you want to do it anymore?! If you don't want to do it, just say so! There are still a lot of people waiting outside who can't find jobs.

Where’s this job!”

Robin subconsciously prepared to show off his usual cold and indifferent smile.

But I don't know why, she didn't apologize as usual.

Because she didn't do anything wrong.

Why do I need to reply to your messages after get off work hours? What things cannot be explained clearly at one time during work hours?

Can’t I take sick leave? Do I have to work for you despite being sick?

She didn't speak.

But the bald head didn't stop because she didn't speak. As he walked back to his office, he continued to curse at the top of his lungs: "I know that women are unreliable after all. No matter how hard they worked in the past, when they reach a certain

You will slack off at the node! But let me tell you, if you are like this, even if you get married, you will be disliked by your husband's family!"

Robin, or perhaps the entire marketing department, had very numb expressions. No one even showed dissatisfaction or anger over such obvious discriminatory remarks.

We are all used to it. We only work for food. There are such guys everywhere in the world anyway. Just bear with it, otherwise you can still resign?

The bald man walked back to his seat and put away his things, but he still didn't hear the apology he wanted to hear. He stared at Robin and asked, "Why don't you say anything?"

Robin nodded: "What did you say?"

The bald man couldn't take a breath, he was almost angry to death, and wanted to yell, but he saw other salty fish in the marketing department lying on their desks paddling in secret.

The bald man finally endured this breath: "Have you checked Chengshu Pharmaceutical's plan with the product company? What do they think and have they followed up? Also, I negotiated with two food companies during this business trip.

Yes, the information will be sent to you, you can make a plan, as well as the plan for Japanese Real Estate’s web page update iteration and APP production that we talked about last time, you can also follow it!”

Robin finally showed off his fake smile: "Isn't Japanese Real Estate followed up by Ms. Ono? I am following Nariki Pharmaceuticals and I don't have time to make a new plan for the time being. How about leaving it to Kawamura and Nagamoto?"

While she was talking, the salted fish near her workstation were shocked when she read her name. They waved their hands to her frantically, signaling her to stop talking, as they still wanted to paddle!

What's wrong with Nico-san today? No matter what kind of work she does, she usually does it with a smile!

Did he change after getting sick? Ono stood up in a panic when Robin read his name: "That one I can't do, the last Japanese room real estate project was actually done with the help of Nico-san. If you want me to take it, I will

Maybe if you don’t do it well, it will be bad if you mess it up!”

"Yes, yes, so are we. Compared with Nico-san's, the plan we made is far behind! We'd better help you sort out the information." Kawamura and Nagamoto also stood up.

The bald head also knew that among the few people in his department, Robin was the only one who could do things, so he continued loudly: "Look, your colleagues trust you so much. You can't betray everyone's trust. I leave it all to you before Friday."

See the progress.”

"This..." Robin lost his voice. He turned around and looked at the three of them with their hands clasped together. They kept bending down and nodding to her with a pleading look on their faces. Finally, they responded: "Okay."

"Yes." The bald head saw her answer and nodded with satisfaction: "In the future, messages will still have to be responded to at any time and at any time, you know? I am very busy and delayed things, are you responsible?"

Robin opened his mouth and finally responded: "Yes."

She sat down in a daze, why had she changed back again? She still wanted to fight...

Xiao Ye and two other salted fish next to her ran over with flattering expressions on their faces, handing out snacks and complimenting her, wanting to leave all the work to her.

Robin smiled reluctantly, feeling that life was probably irresistible.

The slightest spark of fire in my heart was immediately extinguished by reality.

Wu Sheng thought her inconvenience was due to her boss's unilateral workplace PUA, but she didn't know that her colleagues were also accomplices.

If her colleagues were more upbeat and serious, maybe this job wouldn't be so difficult.

It was precisely because all her colleagues had given up that she, who was really doing the work, was crazily squeezed. She was unable to communicate with her colleagues, unable to assist her peers, and did not even have time to breathe for 24 hours. In such a depressing atmosphere, who could

Can you bear it?

"Even if you get a ticket to the new world, do people like me really have hope?" Robin stood up weakly, preparing to go out and take a breather.

When she walked out of the office, those few salty fishes began to discuss in a sly manner: "What's wrong with Nicole-san? She seems to be out of shape."

"She is indeed my goddess. She can take on no matter how much work she does. She is so strong."

"Yes, the minister's position should be given to her! That bald head is nothing! It's all up to her to secure this position."

"Haha, Chang Ben, what's the use of all this? Why didn't you help me when I really wanted your help?"

"Isn't this scary? I shudder when I think of that bald-headed voice. Only a strong person like Nico-san can withstand communicating with him, right?"

"Yeah... He talks like he's swearing, and swearing is like stabbing someone with a knife. I can't stand it..."

"Seconded."

"You... are right."

...

Not to mention the discussion among Robin's colleagues, Robin walked out of the office and went to a small terrace in the middle of the office building.

The weather is hot now, and the sun is scorching the whole city.

There was no one on the terrace.

In the dull and hot air, Robin raised her hands to block the sun. The fresh air outside was not fresh at all. She even felt like she was suffocating.

The feeling I had on the subway platform the day before yesterday came back to me.

She looked at the vast city.

When she graduated from college, she had just joined this company. Every evening at dusk, she would come to this terrace, overlooking the city, and dream about her future life, until the shadows of the moon and stars appeared on the horizon.

The sunset, the moon, the stars, and the shining lights in the buildings, all the lights are intertwined. Under the boundless universe, the power of life rushes towards her face, and the dream life seems to be waving to her.

But at this moment, she took out her mobile phone and looked at the Sin World APP. She felt so disappointed. Even if she got the opportunity to change her life, could she still not change her life?

What is the meaning of survival? How can I resist such a life?

Maybe we can follow what Takeda said and eliminate the evil thoughts among the company colleagues in the world of crime?

But they were just forced to have no choice, right? How could they have evil thoughts?

What about the minister? Does he have evil thoughts? Should I eliminate his evil thoughts?

But I haven’t awakened yet, how should I eliminate it?

Suddenly, a message popped up in the APP: [Give up]

Robin was startled. He lost his grip on the phone and dropped it on the grass.

A few seconds later, she picked up the phone again and clicked on the message.

Still those three words: [Give up]

What to give up? Robin thought strangely and replied: [Who are you?]

【give up】

It’s still the same three words.

Robin asked again: [Who are you?]

【give up】

The other person seemed unwilling to answer Robin's question.

Robin thought for a while and asked again: [What to give up?]

This time the person on the other side finally had new information: [Give up trying to control everything]

Before Robin understood this sentence, there was new news: [You should abandon everything]

Robin couldn't laugh or cry. Are you trying to persuade me to commit suicide? I'm not even welcome in another world?

Before she could think clearly, messages came out one after another:

【In your world, you are always restricted unconsciously】

[Your clothes are limited by so-called fashion]

[Your efforts are limited by your boss in the company]

[Your essence is limited by the mediocrity of the world]

[Your thoughts are limited by the information you receive]

[You are limited by all definitions of the material world]

[Happiness? Sadness? Value? Meaning? These are the limitations imposed by the world in order to control you and penetrate you]

[You forgot your own talents in order to survive]

[Look, look at the densely packed ants in this city in front of you]

Robin raised his head and looked at the pedestrians the size of sesame seeds and the vehicles the size of bugs on the street.

[You who are already at a high place, why are you bound by this unobstructed world? 】

...

Robin trembled and asked again: "Who are you?"

Is this what Takeda calls the will to resist?

Under the indifferent command of this inexplicable will, Robin felt an unfathomable sense of guilt, a deep hatred of his own powerlessness, and an inexplicable sense of relief.

Finally, am I going to truly enter this world?

【I am you】

【come in】

[Maybe we should have a good chat]

[Let’s talk about how to resist this damn world]