??Chapter 627: Chapter 469 “The ‘Special Module’ of the Subsidiary.” _2
Chapter 627: Chapter 469 “The ‘Special Module’ of the Subsidiary.” _2
No matter the strength or the usage, there was more than a little difference between the two.
“Forget it, having combat power is enough. Who cares if it’s abstract or not, later I’ll have Big C Teacher check my results. Unfortunately, the instance’s Big C doesn’t have the ‘Fla Bearer’s’ power, and its limit has been reached. I guess I should be able to win easily this ti.”
Colin inwardly sighed with regret.
Originally, he had thought that the Big C of the instance would have been able to use the “Fla Bearer” power.
But after so much ti in contact, it seems that there wasn’t any; on the whole, there exists a limit unless the company is willing to modify and strengthen the instance, adding higher difficulty, patching it with the “Fla Bearer”…
It’s just that feeling around, it seems unlikely.
Colin then opened the internal company parchnt to see what had happened during his absence these past few days.
“Professor Cute Cuddle”: Brothers, I just randomly participated in a mission and made 3,221 points in three hours, plus got a green item. Now “World Code-13” is continuously recruiting…
“Burial Lotus King”: 5,993 points, “Physics Holy Staff (Purple)”, seems like I made more.
“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: Fake, they’re all fake. You’re trying to trick
into working in the Other World!
“Loafing Immortal”: @654321, Brother Shunzi please take
with you, I also want to go to the Other World, casually earning more than a thousand points in three hours is so tempting…
“The Unyielding”: @654321, I’m begging you, big brother, to rescue . As long as you can get
out of here, I’ll do anything for you, even if I get a chance, I will let you have an orange item!
“Two-Faced”: Damn it! I knew I shouldn’t open the internal group on Monday afternoon, otherwise, I’m bound to see this bunch of seals showing off their rewards on ti!
…
About ten minutes later, he shifted his gaze away from the ssage.
Overall, nothing special happened; the employees were doing what they had been doing before.
“A chance at an orange item? Forget it, I’m not so blessed. The old guy is quite energetic, from the mont I joined the company, he’s been asking for help until now, still asking for help. If he were abroad, he’d surely be crowned a ‘Rescue Immortal’.”
Colin murmured.
He didn’t know how this guy was surviving, managing to hold on in an environnt that was theoretically incredibly perilous.
According to what he said, because of rolling “Misfortune” on the dice, he “accidentally” entered that instance and then desperately held on until the effect wore off and the mission was over, ultimately only managing to eke out a ager existence in a safe zone inside.
For now, Colin had his doubts about how safe this so-called “safe zone” really was…
“It seems soone asked about his current situation, but it’s always ‘I don’t know.’ He only says that he hides and dodges from so inscrutable things every day, but when it cos to specifics, he can’t provide any details. Only ntions that he’s surviving by a fluke because of so internal rule conflict…”
Colin suspected that this person might have undergone so inhuman transformation.
And that the person himself might not even be aware of it…
Of course, according to so who had tead up with him, his strength was there.
But whether that strength could sustain him for so long was another matter.
You should know, there were attempts by D Level Personnel at rescue missions. They could only get down to about the eighth or ninth floors before it beca too difficult to proceed. The situation inside was special, with various conflicting rules that had to be followed, as well as extrely powerful Heretic entities.
This guy has been holding out on the eighteenth floor, sending out distress signals every day; without so real capability, he definitely couldn’t do it.
“However, even with relevant missions, it’s better to decline if possible.”
Colin rembered “Life ntor Adorable” once privately told him, this company’s trivia expert.
Even the “Robots” in the company would ignore “The Unyielding’s” words…
This ant that even the “Robots” despised his situation, thinking it was impossible to take him away, thereby no longer responding to him.
After slightly shaking his head, pushing that guy’s information out of his mind, Colin looked at the parchnt again.
He noticed one thing; this ti there didn’t seem to be many employees complaining about the missions.
And the reason for that…
Perhaps it was related to the previous “City at the Lake’s Bottom” operation.
A great number of top-tier Heretic Forces were wiped out in one fell swoop, resulting in a “vacuum” in many regions where the anomalies were suppressed, and thereby missions naturally increased.
“Ah, this…”
Colin’s expression turned slightly odd.
Had the Heretics truly failed to guard their gates?
But overall, it didn’t seem like a big problem, as this “vacuum” was filled by the starving employees.
Then, seeing there wasn’t much information, he went on to the marketplace and purchased the third bottle of “D Level Gene Compensation dicine,” the drinkable kind.
The taste was the sa as before, almost like mineral water, but with a faint sweetness upon closer taste.
“One step closer to the C Level path…”
Colin squinted his eyes as he felt it for a mont, sensing his body’s chanisms trending towards “completeness.”
This “completeness” isn’t just about how strong the body is, how many armor-piercing rounds it can withstand, but a perfection and change in the physical chanisms themselves…
Under this change, the adaptability of the body to extraordinary things had increased again.
“It should be digested completely in a week.”
Colin nodded and then took out his phone to take a look.
Xu Duojin’s daily routine report on the situation of “City at the Lake’s Bottom” was stable. Most heretic mbers had been dealt with, and our side’s losses were minimal. In addition, in the subsequent part of the battle, many promising individuals from our side began to erge.
Next was the success report of the technology from “The Seventh Box Garden World.”
With official high priority, various chanisms and a significant portion of technology like special dicines, surgeries, and organ modifications had already been successfully replicated.
If things go well, it’s possible that the official authorities could create a dicine that can turn an ordinary person into a super muscle hulk with just one injection.
Besides that, the unsuccessful point was with “Nano-smart Machinery.”
The progress in related areas is still virtually zero.
Although the formulas and principles are all laid out there.
But…
If you can’t understand it, you can’t understand it.
That ant, other than the Little Maid stacking supplies, researching on her own, at least for the next ten years, no one else would be able to figure out what exactly it was, unable to utilize even a bit of it.
Even this was the result after many Extraordinary Ones intervened using various thods.
“Is the technological gap really that big?”
Colin clicked his tongue and glanced again at the Little Maid cooking in the kitchen.
Such an amazing thing, being used for chores all day long.
Isn’t that a bit too wasteful?
Shaking his head, his thumb scrolled down, and there were photos of the list of items for trade…
“The officials are getting bolder, with higher levels, and…”
Colin “tsk”ed.
He noticed that many of the nas on the list began to lean towards foreign styles.
This ti, the participating forces were not limited to the internal ones.
As a result, the quantity was several tis more than the total amount of previous trades combined.
It seems that the containnt pressure here is quite significant…
After briefly looking through Xu Duojin’s ssage, Colin looked at other people’s ssages, similarly nothing major, at most, they were asking when he was going to work and what arrangents he had…
Colin briefly replied and then didn’t respond extensively.
“Let’s see what this ‘module’ is for.”
He lay back on his bed, his consciousness sinking into his special office. Sitting at the end of the grand long table, Colin took out the envelope containing the “module” that he had obtained from the branch office.
With a “hiss,” he tore open the envelope.
Colin saw an intangible, massless thing float out…
It was like an “information clump” with activity.
If he wanted, it seed he could shape it into any functional accessory he desired?
“But… what should I turn it into?”
Colin stared at the object for a while and couldn’t seem to think of what to do with it montarily.
Intuition told him that it could be combined with so items to make maps, health bar readers, or other trinkets like combat support calibration instrunts.
But, they probably wouldn’t be very accurate.
And these small functions didn’t an much to Colin.
However, it wasn’t quite right to say the object was useless…
“Perhaps make a clone to sit here, responsible for handling so trivial matters for other employees in the future?”
Colin thought it seed that this thing could, in fact, be combined with the Little Maid—
That way, it would probably beco more intelligent and be able to wield so of his authority within his office.
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ps: Post first, cover later—Also, I might take a day off tomorrow for so business and to sort out the outline for what’s coming next.
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