Sir! Don't close the net!

Sir! Don't close the net! (Author: Starry Night Fall)

Summary:

"Al-Jonor! Do you know what this means?!"

A man in a sharp suit lowered his head slightly, his face tense, his sharp eyes looking toward the source of the sound. Behind the desk, which had been carved by a master craftsman to highlight the branch leader's status, the man who always wore a confident and arrogant smile was now holding his hands together, his head bowed, his eyes darting around, his cheeks trembling slightly, looking incredibly shaken. He probably couldn't even speak properly, so naturally, it was impossible to harshly criticize him.

His eyes reflected the upright young man standing next to the branch secretary.

If he let down his slicked-back hair, he would most likely be a simple and sunny boy. Unfortunately, the young man's sharp voice, harsh tone, and attitude of wanting to push all the responsibility onto him ruined everything.

He is now...

Volume 1: Do Not Blaspheme the Gods

Chapter 1: Sorry, I'm an undercover agent

"Al-Jonor! Do you know what this means?!"

A man in a sharp suit lowered his head slightly, his face tense, his sharp eyes looking toward the source of the sound. Behind the desk, which had been carved by a master craftsman to highlight the branch leader's status, the man who always wore a confident and arrogant smile was now holding his hands together, his head bowed, his eyes darting around, his cheeks trembling slightly, looking incredibly shaken. He probably couldn't even speak properly, so naturally, it was impossible to harshly criticize him.

His eyes reflected the upright young man standing next to the branch secretary.

If he let down his slicked-back hair, he would most likely be a simple and sunny boy. Unfortunately, the young man's sharp voice, harsh tone, and attitude of wanting to push all the responsibility onto him ruined everything.

He is now...

"El-Jonor! What's with that defiant look on your face? Things turned out this way because of your mistake!"

"Our plans, which we've been preparing for so long, are going to fail, and we might even attract the attention of those troublesome guys!"

"As the executive officer, how are you going to take responsibility for this?"

"Hurry up and apologize to the branch leader! The branch leader is about to be promoted and become a cadre, and it's all because of your mistake. Now this matter has been suppressed! Although it's only a matter of time before the branch leader becomes a cadre, how can a subordinate hold his superior back!"

He's nothing but a lackey who panders to those in power.

El-Chonno clenched his fists and turned his gaze back to the branch leader. The branch leader, who had just been holding hands as if in prayer, had unconsciously sat up straight. Although there was still some cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes had returned to calm, and even a hint of arrogance had appeared.

Clearly, the young man's statement, "Although it's only a matter of time before the branch secretary becomes a cadre," was very pleasing to the branch secretary, who was worried about his future because the plan might fail. As a result, the young man's eyes became arrogant and smug.

The branch leader's relaxation caused Al-Qiong to feel a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. His limbs were cold, and everything—the youth, the branch leader, everything—vanished in an instant. His past efforts flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

The branch secretary's attitude was clearly that he wanted to go along with the young man's wishes and push all the responsibility onto him, the executive officer. If all the responsibility was pushed onto him, then what awaited him was only a hell worse than death.

If it really is his responsibility, then so be it.

Headquarters attaches great importance to this plan. If the plan succeeds, the branch minister, who had no chance of becoming a cadre, is very likely to be nominated. In order to turn this very likely into a certainty, three weeks ago the branch minister patted his chest and guaranteed that there would be no problem. He suppressed the branch minister's suggestion to prepare again and again, and even directly skipped over the branch minister's application, which he had not yet reviewed, and hastily submitted it to headquarters.

Al-Jiong clenched his fists tightly.

Despite having plenty of time, he hastily submitted his application in an attempt to impress headquarters by claiming his talents were being wasted in such a small place.

Now that a problem has arisen, he is being asked to bear all the responsibility.

"Wait a moment--"

El-Jonor straightened up under pressure and spoke with difficulty. The branch leader's expression changed, and he leaned back, not daring to meet El-Jonor's increasingly sharp gaze. His lips trembled slightly, as if he already knew what El-Jonor was about to say.

The initiative gradually fell into the hands of Al-Jonor.

"Minister, I remember you said before that you would take responsibility—"

Before El-Jonor could finish speaking, the young man standing to the side slammed his hand heavily on the table and shouted, "Your way of shirking responsibility is absolutely disgusting! El-Jonor, are you even a top executive?!"

Al-Qiong's fingernails dug deeply into his palm. With the young man's slap and shout, he lost control once again.

Although the branch secretary was startled by the young man's slap, he was very satisfied with the young man's speech. He straightened his back and became more casual, as if everything was already decided.

“Indeed, Executive Officer El-Chonno, you are a rare genius. You deserve a lot of credit for the plan’s smooth progress,” the young man said, raising his finger and waving it from side to side. “Headquarters is probably very happy to have an employee like you.”

Al-Chonno narrowed his eyes slightly.

The young man who had just been practically begging him to kneel and apologize suddenly changed his tune and spoke up for him. If it were anyone else, they would probably be incredibly grateful, but he wasn't some naive newcomer to society. The young man wasn't helping him; he was trying to deliver a fatal blow.

The young man was right. He provided the general framework for the plan and all the resources were obtained by him. This was the consensus of everyone in the branch. The plan should have been executed perfectly, and the branch would have been given important responsibilities as the first to meet the requirements of the headquarters. However, being given important responsibilities did not mean that they could be transferred away from here. The headquarters could not leave this place empty. The most likely scenario was that they would continue to work in this remote little place as an outstanding group.

The result is that the branch secretary, in order to secure his own promotion, monopolized the framework he was given, formulated the plan unilaterally, and had his faction mobilize the resources he had secured. Now, the plan has serious flaws, resources have been lost, and a large amount of waste has been left behind.

Defective product.

Al-Jiong looked at the branch manager, clearly remembering how outstanding this executive was. The branch manager's gaze now held not only fear but also resentment.

El-Jiong looked at the young man again. As a loyal lackey of the branch leader, the young man, who was very likely to leave this small place with the branch leader after he was promoted to a cadre, made no attempt to hide the rejection and smugness in his eyes.

Al-Chonno turned his head to look at the office exit. This was a defeat that shouldn't be known to others. The door should have been locked, but it was only half-open. With the young man's loud voice, most of the employees probably already knew. None of the people who had complained to him about the branch manager's dictatorship and said they would protest with him if anything happened showed up.

Sharing the burden means sharing the fate; everyone now understands the gravity of this situation.

Al-Jiong clenched his fists tightly, his eyes blazing with fury.

Their work ability is so-so, but their internal strife is so outstanding it's infuriating.

"In short, considering your past efforts, El-Qiong will first apologize to the branch leader. Once the branch leader becomes a cadre, he will resolve all the mistakes you have made. So now, quickly kneel down and apologize for the mistakes you have made—"

The branch leader raised his head with immense satisfaction. He hadn't felt that way before, but now, listening to this, it was clear that El-Qiong was far more fatal than the failure of this plan. Anyway, their place was like an exile zone, and headquarters certainly didn't expect their branch to be able to complete that incredible requirement. Failure was a normal thing. In any case, he had already made connections and could definitely become a cadre. This failure would at most make his cadre status a bit awkward, but it was still better than dying here.

And Al-Chonno, even in this remote place, was able to formulate a plan based on the incredible requirements of headquarters, and actually managed to make the best executives in such a small place by organizing resources. If things develop normally, he will become a cadre sooner or later.

There are cadres who are more outstanding than him.

The branch secretary's fingers, clasped together, clenched tightly.

But no problem, Al Jonor is still just an executive officer, and he's still the one sitting in the branch manager's position! And Al Jonor is an executive officer with no background who has made a big mistake.

"Shut up! Levi Esther Richard!"

A roar caused the employees who were working diligently outside the door to instinctively look up in the direction of the door.

They knew this angry voice.

Al-Chonno, the best executive officer, made their abandoned branch thrive, yet he was burdened with all the responsibility as a "sinner." They had long anticipated that things would turn out this way.

The young black goat, Dela Pal, the head of the Goweton branch, was promoted to Goweton where he could develop more freely because of a mistake in something. He was exiled to the edge of power and his daily complaints were mostly about "if it weren't for Goweton".

The branch manager's confidant, Levi-Istie Richard, constantly criticized their work, praising efficiency and elites, but when it came to actual work, he was short-sighted and focused on quick results. He produced impressive reports with a host of problems, took the credit for himself, and left them to deal with the follow-up issues. Countless veteran employees were exiled to more distant places or even imprisoned as a result.

The reason this plan had such a big flaw was largely because Levi-Ist Richard simply didn't have the ability to mobilize such a large amount of resources, and he was quite arrogant and looked down on them, never listened to their opinions, and was impatient for quick success.

But these two annoying guys are at the center of power in the young branch of the Goweton Black Goat.

No matter how unfair the treatment they receive, they can only accept the outcome, even the best executive officer, Al-Jonor.

Dela Pal stared blankly at El-Jonor, whose fists were clenched tightly and whose eyes were red like those of a man-eating beast.

"The most important thing now is to fulfill the organization's requirements; the plan hasn't failed yet!"

"What are you saying! Are you trying to shirk responsibility?!" Dela Pal suddenly stood up, trying to intimidate El-Jonor with her imposing manner, but she collapsed like a deflated balloon the moment she met El-Jonor's eyes.

"No—I will capture all five hundred who escaped within a month! I will also retrieve all the infected that were switched for the ritual, ensuring the ritual is completed without a single mishap!"

"Branch leader, do you really think that with such a large number of human sacrifices and the loss of contaminants, you still have a chance to become a cadre? Headquarters doesn't need cadres with blemishes. You'll just be thrown even further away on some random excuse!"

Dela Pal's face turned pale, and she sat back down with a thud.

"If you want to be promoted to a management position smoothly—"

Al-Jonor glared menacingly at Levi-Isti Richard.

"Doing nothing is the biggest help you can give."

After saying that, Al-Jonor slammed the door and left without looking back.

The door slammed shut, and Dela Pal slumped into her chair as if all her strength had been drained. She struggled several times but couldn't get up, then clung to Levi's Estée Richard as if grasping at a straw.

Go and see.

“Richard…”

“Branch leader, just call me Li Yili. There are many Richards in this world,” Levi’s Est. Richard rolled his eyes slightly, smiled and leaned down, gently placing his left hand on Dela Pal’s shoulder.

“Li Yili, what El-Qiono said…” Dela Pal’s clasped hands trembled slightly, filled with unease.

“That was just a bluff. This is Guoweidun, a tiny place that’s nowhere near as far as it gets. How could headquarters possibly entrust us with something so important?” Li Yili raised her finger and waved it from side to side. “This time, well, it was just a test of your loyalty to headquarters, Branch Chief.”

"You have proven that even in a place like Guoweidun, you are willing to take risks for the organization, and you have already given the organization a perfect score."

"Yes, it is!"

Encouraged by Li Yili, Dela Pal felt a surge of power coursing through his body, and he suddenly stood up, pumping his fist with great excitement.

"How could the descent of an unknown deity possibly happen in a small place like Guoweidun!"

"The impossible is impossible!"

"Even Al-Jonor is the same! He actually thinks he can perform a séance in a place like Gowerton. I really overestimated him."

Dela Pal, abandoning her previous dejected and weak demeanor, smiled confidently and arrogantly and patted Li Yili on the shoulder.

"As expected of an elite like me, it's a waste for you to stay in Guoweiton. Don't worry, once you become an officer, you will become a core member of headquarters as my confidant."

Li Yili smiled brightly at Dela Pal, seemingly happy about the promise Dela Pal made, and in fact, he was indeed very happy.

Because he had already planned out his dialogue with the branch manager on the rooftop, someone who trusted him implicitly.

Sorry, I'm an undercover agent.

Chapter Two: Who Writes a Diary When They're Serious?

"Then I'll head back first. There's still a lot to prepare for the ceremony celebrating the branch leader's promotion to cadre."

"Thank you for your hard work, Li Yili."

Dela Pal waved her hand dismissively, no longer asking questions, and began to happily fantasize about becoming a high-ranking officer in the headquarters and enjoying a life of unparalleled glory.

Li Yili smiled slightly, turned around and pushed open the door. Under the watchful eyes of the Black Goat's young employees who dared not speak out, she walked down the stairs with a rather dashing air, pulled on her collar, and left with her head held high. It was only six floors, but in Guoweiton, where most buildings were only two or three floors, it could be called a high-end, grand, and classy building. Only the church behind it was a little taller than the building behind it.

Li Yili looked up, and the dazzling sunlight made him squint involuntarily, but the starry sky accompanying the sun made him subconsciously look away.

Having been in this world for three years, he still couldn't get used to the strange sky. Whether it was day or night, the brilliant starry sky always looked down on the earth. At first, he found it very interesting, as it was rare to see such a beautiful starry sky in modern times. But after only two days, he began to feel a chill down his spine. Those stars were like eyes, giving him a sense of unease that made him feel like he had nowhere to hide.

He heard that the sky used to be just like he remembered, with blue skies and white clouds. It seems that the people here did something that caused the sky to collapse, piece by piece, until it became what it is now.

Li Yili snapped her fingers, startling the dozing coachman, who pulled on the reins to urge the equally listless black horse to stop the carriage in front of Li Yili.