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It had been some time since she woke up. The kingdom she once trusted had undergone earth-shaking changes, and these changes inevitably made her feel confused.

Fortunately, she quickly returned to her old job after the changes. She was a maintenance worker when she was young. Her parents always touched her head and told her to be an excellent maintenance worker and to contribute to this great country. But when she grew up, the country no longer needed maintenance workers, or at least not very much, so she was transferred to the mine to be a diligent miner.

However, Mira has always been an optimistic person. She quickly adapted to life there. It might be a little hard and tiring, but if she dug up beautiful amethysts and handed them over to the people above, she could exchange them for shiny enough Geo. She dug up a lot of crystals and exchanged a lot, all of which were sent home.

But there was no reply from the other side, and she didn't think about it. She kept digging until the last moment, until she was completely immersed in pale instinct.

Later, the gentle little guy she saw on the way to mining saved the collapsed kingdom and re-established a new order. Thinking of this, she felt a little embarrassed because she had been dominated by instinct and subconsciously wanted to chase and hurt the other party.

However, she learned about the kingdom's collapse from others, but she saw the new order with her own eyes.

So she came here and built a new subway and a more beautiful and neat palace.

As for the crystal mine, it has been completely closed. After all, the excavation there is only to resist the radiation. However, the amethyst itself is not a good thing. It still erodes the mind. However, under the terrible conditions at the time, they could only take this risky tactic of walking on a tightrope.

She can now walk safely in every corner of this underground world without worrying about getting lost or being in danger. Now, the dazzling array of food almost makes her dizzy, and she will never look at it pitifully like before and then turn away because of poverty.

The salary they pay is enough for every maintenance worker to eat and drink well every day, but the prerequisite is that he or she must control his or her hands and not touch anything too expensive.

Perhaps because the journey was too long, Mira was a little tired, so she lay comfortably on the bench and planned to take a short rest. She noticed a sign saying that there was a hot spring not far ahead.

How about this? After I'm done with this, I can indulge myself a little and go take a dip. Otherwise, if I keep hoarding like a miser, I might not even get a good rest until I die. That would be such a shame.

She thought of the Geo she had saved, which was enough for her to have a good rest and have some fun.

The lights on the roadside were very bright. Perhaps it was too late at this time, and there were not many insects passing by. On weekdays, when she sat here to rest, she would always meet familiar or unfamiliar insects, which would greet her in a friendly manner, and then chat about random things, or sing songs, celebrating the bright future that might be coming.

Maybe it has arrived. She looked at the spacious and clean road, the bright lights, and the dry and comfortable benches, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

When bugs are bored, they always want to chat. If there are no bugs to chat with, they can't stop thinking about random things.

Mira recalled a rumor circulating among the maintenance bugs. On the edge of the kingdom, on the border where white matter floated all year round, there was an entertainment venue called the Fool's Arena. Some bugs said it was a holy place, and that a single visit was enough to make the bugs linger. When talking about this, the expressions on the bugs' faces were always full of happiness and satisfaction.

However, when some insects talked about that place, their faces immediately turned pale, as if they had seen some source of fear. They said that it was the hometown of demons, where demons that devoured human souls were sleeping. Once you went there, your soul would be devoured and you would never be able to come back.

There were even a few bugs that worked very hard and had almost no time to rest. When they heard the name, they trembled with fear and couldn't even speak, making her curious inquiries completely fail. This deepened her curiosity about the place. Maybe one day, when she had the chance, she would definitely go there to take a look.

At least with the help of the guard team, we should be able to stay safe.

Speaking of the guards, Mira thought of the captain who held a round shield and adhered to ancient practices, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is a very old-fashioned story and also a very old-fashioned encounter. The other party once saved her from a maintenance bug who killed his own kind in order to escape poverty. His crisp and neat movements, precise and accurate blows, strong chest, and resolute face made Mira regard him as an idol for a time.

As for that cute little guy, ah, no, it is too disrespectful to think like that. He is the faith of every insect underground. He is a god, the God of the Void, who should be respected and believed in. However, not many people have seen his appearance. Most people's understanding of the God of the Void is limited to the huge image carved on the badge. Although he is not as cute as he was at that time, no matter how Mira looks at him, she can't see the so-called majesty that others talk about.

But the other person is a god, perhaps he is majestic, it is just my wishful thinking that the other person is cute.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to become friends with him, but it should be a fantasy now. After all, he is a god who has saved countless people.

297 Mira's Journey to Hallownest (Part )

The rest time may be short, but it is beautiful enough.

The crisp ringing of the bell spread to every passage, which also meant that she had to get down from the comfortable bench and start preparing for hard work. Fortunately, this place was not too far from the destination, and she had plenty of time. Until she reached the end of the passage, she was still the only bug here, and it was still some distance away from the agreed working time.

So she sat on another bench, took out the sachet, and drank comfortably.

Not long after, insects came over in groups of three or two, greeting each other with smiles on their faces, expressing their unspeakable anticipation for the future.

The working hours were not boring or tedious for her. At least compared to when she was a miner, there were still some bugs to talk to and comfort each other, which made her satisfied enough.

They mostly talked about the future, and some of them also talked about wanting a cute child. The atmosphere was very harmonious. Having enough food and warm clothes, and occasional rest were already the ultimate goals of their lives.

When the hard work of the day came to an end, Mira couldn't help but stretching out tiredly. She thought for a while and decided to splurge. Instead of returning the same way, she chose to take the tram, sit in the soft tram seat, and prepare to have a good rest comfortably.

"It's you. We are truly destined to meet. I never thought that after such a long time and such a complex insect swarm, we would be able to meet each other."

Mira looked up in the direction of the voice and saw Tissot holding his special round shield, sitting on a chair across the aisle from him, taking out a piece of cloth and carefully wiping the stains on it.

Perhaps it was because Mira's eyes were too naked, or perhaps it was because there were not many people on the tram, but Tissot quickly noticed the little girl's gaze on him.

He smiled calmly, raised his shield, and slowly explained, "For a warrior, his weapon is his life. Keeping it in good condition is the duty of every warrior."

Although Mira was not very curious about this, she didn't mind listening because the other party saved her life.

When I thought of this, I realized that I didn't seem to have done anything practical to express my gratitude, and I didn't even say a word of thanks. Although saying thank you is not popular in the world of insects, after all, just a word of thanks is too light and has no weight or meaning.

So she used her beautiful singing voice to ask the other person in a relaxed and joyful manner. "I haven't thanked you for what happened last time, so why not take this opportunity to treat you to a hot spring bath!"

This suggestion made Tissot pause as he wiped his shield. After a moment, he replied rather sheepishly. "That was a mission I had to fulfill. No matter who it was, saving them was my duty. After all, I was part of the Guards, responsible for maintaining order."

"But you saved me," Mira said without hesitation, blinking. "There's no such thing as a matter of course. It's just an excuse some bugs make for themselves."

"Yes, but you don't need to thank me especially. What's more, the warm and gentle country will corrode the fighting spirit of a warrior..." When saying this, Tisuo was a little moved. In the past, he had always rejected too many things that he labeled as temptations for the so-called warrior. Now looking back, he realized how ridiculous he was.

"It's just a short break. It won't take up too much of your time. But if it's really inconvenient, then forget it." Mira was obviously a little frustrated when she said the last sentence, but soon she began to hum the song easily and naturally. She has always been an optimistic person.

"Well, it's my turn to take a day off, so I'm free now."

He looked at the girl humming the song, and as if possessed, he agreed to her request unconsciously. After agreeing, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to touch his two tentacles. Later, he thought about it and felt that it was nothing, so he didn't take it to heart.

The road to the hot spring is not far, at least not far from a tram stop. As soon as I got off the tram, I saw some insects that had just finished taking a bath. I got on the tram comfortably, and as soon as I got on the tram and stuck to the soft sofa cushion, I couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.

There is no custom of separate bathing for men and women here. After all, insects don’t care about this. There are some insects soaking in the huge hot spring, and a variety of food are placed on it, as well as things called fruits that I have been curious about for a long time. But among so many strange-shaped foods, which one is the fruit?

Mira fell into a state of confusion and distress.

Tissot also put down his weapon and untied his cloak and armor. White mist was floating above the hot spring. He felt comfortable before he even soaked in it. The hot spring water that blended into his soul was very effective in relieving every inch of fatigue caused by training. This feeling of comfort even made him fall asleep.

It all looks so harmonious and warm.

Except for a pure white and glorious palace.

"...So, besides running away himself, that Ghost guy also took Chunchun and Green away, right?"

Bumblebee squeezed the quill in her hand until it made a crackling sound. She had never felt so angry before. The burden of the past few days almost fell entirely on her, and the usually gentle White Queen told her that this was the king's necessary mission.

If possible, she really wanted to tear the pure white crown made of thorns on her head into two pieces. Whoever wanted to be the king could do it. In short, as long as she didn't have anything to do with him, it would be fine.

She gritted her teeth and wrote furiously. The documents that were piled up to a height of a person were slowly decreasing. She issued or adjusted one instruction after another. There was no other way, because the bug responsible for sharing the king's tasks was Lu Ruien, and she knew Lu Ruien. If the White King did not resurrect, he would probably protest non-stop and cause her more trouble. This fact made the tired Bumblebee feel a little desperate.

She was already thinking about whether she should just dig out her hateful bastard father from what happened just now, and directly throw all the troubles to him so that she can be at ease... But it's not possible. The ghost will not leave with her until the construction is completed. If the ghost does not leave, given the White King's personality, there is no telling how long he can tolerate it.

Bumblebee never denied that the other party was a good king, but he was only a good king. The prerequisite for a good king was that the country belonged to him completely, and precisely because he was a good king, he could not tolerate it.

Forget it, at most we'll be busy for a while, so let Chunchun and Guihun have a good rest. They have already paid too much for this country.

298 Supervisor joins chat group

who I am.

An indistinct dark figure lay silently in the distorted space and time, slowly sinking in the unknown liquid.

who I am……

He thought about this idea drowsily, always feeling as if he had forgotten something, and those things he had forgotten turned into scattered and broken sounds.

Crying, laughing, full of suffering, and a smile that is forced through heavy sorrow.

Whose smile is that?

The moment I saw the smile, my mind, which was originally inclined to chaos and disorder, could not help but concentrate on it wholeheartedly.

But the more I looked at it, the heavier I felt, and there was an indelible bitterness lingering around.

Why are you laughing? Why... is it so painful?

He was not sure whether he had a physical form in this chaos, but he could clearly feel the sour tears slowly flowing and wetting his cheeks.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but in this chaotic space, time had no end, space was meaningless, and even his body was distorted, so he could do nothing.

He was alone, floating in this chaotic space and time, not knowing how many years had passed. This oppressive atmosphere should have driven him crazy, but he seemed to accept it calmly, as if all this was natural.

He went up and down, not knowing how long it had been. Maybe it was a day, maybe a year, maybe longer, or maybe just a moment.

"director."

He heard someone calling him, and his chaotic and gradually fading consciousness suddenly became clear. He wanted to respond reflexively, but when he tried to open his mouth, he found that he no longer had the organs to make sounds.

At that moment, he seemed to be grabbed by some invisible force, which held him tightly and forcibly dragged him out of the river of chaos.

The sudden burst of light made him subconsciously close his eyes, and the gradually returning memories made him immediately realize what he was doing. However, those scattered memories that had been buried in the long river of time were instantly washed away and pressed into the deepest part of his heart, destined to be forgotten.

"Sorry." He blurted out subconsciously. "I was distracted just now."

How could he forget? This is Lobotomy, one of the only 26 remaining World Wings companies. He came here to apply for the supervisor position, probably for the generous conditions. After all, no one doesn't want to work at World Wings. He hoped that his poor performance just now did not disgust the other party, so that the other party would change their mind and choose to let him out.

"It doesn't matter." The other party answered calmly with his eyes closed. "X, I believe you won't let us down."

"So, welcome to Lobotomy Corporation."

The other person's tone was calm and his voice was moving, but X looked at him and felt like he had forgotten something, as if he had forgotten something fatal...

Never mind. None of that matters.

The other party continued to introduce herself, and his originally vague memories slowly came back to him as the other party spoke continuously. He also learned that the other party's name was Angela and that she was an excellent artificial intelligence.

But the other person seemed to be no different from a real living person.

To be honest, he was not very surprised when he heard the news. He was even overly calm and indifferent, but he still tried his best to pretend to be surprised.

Even he himself doesn't understand why he does this.

To be honest, the supervisor's task was not difficult. After all, all he had to do was give orders. But it was definitely not easy either. He was responsible for managing those mutated anomalies and trying his best to prevent them from getting out of control and extracting energy from them. The tragic thing was that he knew almost nothing about those anomalies, which meant that he might need to conduct a lot of experiments or even pile up human lives.

As for the abnormalities, they were something that could be kept safe as long as they followed the rules of containment, but if one was not careful, they would completely get out of control and cause massive damage. Fortunately, he had many opportunities.

Why do I feel like I have so many opportunities?

The conflict of thoughts made him not even interested in listening to what the other person said. He just frowned and thought in silence.

In the next moment, everything in front of him stopped, and the surrounding environment was terrifyingly quiet. At first, he thought it was an illusion, or that there was something wrong with the AI ​​of this person named Angela.

But he soon realized that except for his own time, all time had stopped. The hands of time were frozen at that moment. There was no wind in the air. Except for him, he tried to touch something, but everything was completely solidified. Even the water was like a solid entity, indestructible and untouchable.

[Hello, I am a harmonious, friendly, and mutually supportive chat group. Please don't mind the long name. This is what I defined based on the characteristics of the chat group.]

"...What are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you looking for me?"

[I just froze time here to facilitate the conversation between you and me. I came here to invite you and ask if you are willing to join the chat group?]

Ⅹ wanted to ask more questions, but the next moment, a huge stream of memories rushed in like a tide, and countless dazzling worlds appeared before him. He was almost attracted by this grandeur.

This prompted an impulse to agree immediately, but he quickly calmed down.

"Can I ask you a question?" There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and since there are aliens in this world, it is hard for him not to suspect that this thing is just a special alien that has lost control, even though his reason keeps telling him that everything he sees is real, those magnificent worlds are real, and those countless possibilities are also real.

[Of course you can, you have this right]

The moment he received this answer, he lowered his head and fell into a moment of contemplation. He was considering what kind of questions to ask, but he later found that it didn't matter what kind of questions he asked, because he didn't know whether what the other person said was a lie.

"What is the purpose of this chat group?"

【everything】

"everything?"

[Yes, in order to erase all the tragedies, all the unchangeable destinies, all the terrible worlds, we redeem, we change, we realize everything]

"It's a grand ideal, but how can I be sure that you are telling the truth?" He was a little moved, and even if he used reason to suppress this desire, it seemed to be of no avail.

【You can choose to refuse, but we will never let you down】

"Okay...I agree to join."

This was undoubtedly a dangerous idea, but if the being before him was an extremely dangerous Abnormality, then there was a 50% risk whether he refused or agreed, so why not consider agreeing?

[Today's abnormality has lost control again and joined the chat group]

Why did I choose this name? I always feel that there is a heavy and sad story in it.

299 A messy recent situation

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: It’s not easy, finally there are new people coming, welcome the newcomers.

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: Welcome newcomer. Also, has it been a long time? No, newcomers have always been coming quite frequently, but the last newcomer has been completely silent since he arrived. No news at all. Really no news at all. There have been so many messages in the group chat, but I haven't seen him once and don't know what he's doing.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: It is true that only the old guys like us have been talking in the group. Many newcomers have been silent since they came and have not shown up. Aren’t they all just silently peeking at the screen?