Returner in DxD Chapter 118 Conference

On the East Coast, at the headquarter of Microdim.

"With this technology, it could do more than just helping the disabled people! We must figure out how it works by any ans! And in the anti, let the PR spread so rumors to pressure on that Mythos Entertainnt! This thing is a money-printing machine, we have to get it!"

In the eting room, a bald man sat at the furthest end of the table. He was none other than the current CEO that succeeded after the first CEO Bill George, Steve Turner. He didn't expect the mont he reached his position after all the hard work, only for another newly started IT company to suddenly shoot through the roof in one night. It was just one technology, yet that sa tech could open a new path going forward.

It's an era defining technology after all. They must get their hands on it, that much is certain.

"But CEO, we have no clue on the team working behind it. Their nas doesn't lead anywhere, I'm convinced it was made-up nas."

The head marketing raised up his hand and retold what his team had found. So nas doesn't seem to even exists as the search didn't bore any fruits, while one did resulted in sothing but it was just a high school kid living in so unknown city. The only real people working in Mythos Entertainnt were the CEO, Amano i and the staffs that played no important roles except keeping the company appeared legitimate to the public eye, at least that was his opinion from the countless years he had worked in his profession.

"I don't care if they're alien or shapeshifting monster, what I, our company needed the most is the blueprint behind that capsule. What do you have to say, IT Departnt?" Steve answered coldly. His gaze shifted to the nervous looking young man, the latter was in his mid 20s that sohow reached his position within the span of a few years. It should've been shocking, but it had more to do with the previous Head, which was actually his father. In short, nepotism.

In fact, most people around these ages were only able to get to this far in their line of work are mostly relied on connections. Which was why younger people rarely took higher positions, it was filled with stubborn elderly that continuously clinging to it their whole life.

"Um... they-I an, we tried to reverse engineered it by breaking into the inside of it, learned its inner working and all, however... nothing seems to make any sense." He replied hesitantly while looking downward at the a small stack of papers on the table, not daring to et with the eyes of the CEO. "From what the experiences engineer said... and I quoted, 'it is a miracle that the capsule even works, one wrong mistake and we could end up bricking the whole system', unquoted. And they... also asked for more ti—"

"...how long? Give an estimated ti fra. Rember Roger, If our rivals were the first to reverse engineered this tech, our future is done!" Steve said solemnly. The young man, Roger, seems prepared so he answered smoothly this ti.

"2 weeks top."

"Make it a week, halt all the ongoing projects and focus on this for now." He stated. Roger could only nodded his head in affirmation, he doesn't really care about it since he was only relaying the information. He wasn't worried about being fire from his job, after all, though his skill might be questionable, he won't have trouble finding one since his record looks much more impressive than average folks.

In fact, he had heard that so people from his departnt had gotten sick almost imdiately after they managed to uncovered the wiring inside the capsule, as if they were cursed. He didn't dare to look through it, despite not believing the rumors at all. In the first place, they were able to get their hands on it because they had paid a certain amount of money to the lucky contestants who won the beta test ticket. Of course Roger had tried playing the beta as well, and it blows his mind that sothing like that was even possible.

If his connection could secure him a job on that company, he wouldn't hesitate to throw Microdim under the bus if they asked him to. Unfortunately, he had heard from his friends that Mythos hiring procedure was extrely strict. Only 10 out of 1000 applications was accepted, if the numbers wasn't exaggerated by the dia who sohow got their hands on such intel.

"Sigh, then PR Departnt, how did it goes?"

"It goes well, is what I wanted to say but they didn't budge at all." A slightly older looking gentleman answered with a sigh, his bald spot fortunately remained hidden underneath the cap he wore on his head. Jas was well acquaintance with the current CEO, they were from the sa generation after all. While Steve had been eyeing the CEO position, the older guy had been on the sa seat for years so he doesn't have to be scared of getting fire abruptly. "Despite the public siding with our course, Mythos Entertainnt remained silent on the internet most of the ti, only posting occasionally for PR while ignoring and outright block the nasty comnts. They seems to have expected this to a certain extent from what I can tell."

"Tsk... seriously what are you all doing? In the first place, how did a company like this get their hands on such futuristic tech? It could've been ours, but none of you are doing your jobs properly! I beca CEO because I wanted to brings Microdim to a new height but all of you are useless!" Steve started criticizing every little mistakes that had occured since he acquired his position. He kept bla-shifting at soone every ti things went wrong, even if the other person had no correlation to it at all. They were used to it by now, so they simply pretended they were listening to him when in reality, they are just as curious.

Where on Earth did this Mythos Entertainnt ca from?