The Demon's Menu-Chapter 769: Self-Rescue Pers
Chapter 769 -17: Self-Rescue Pers
Xilin is dead.
The butler of the Send Family died in the meeting hall on the top floor.
Though it was forbidden, the news still got out.
Pers, who was watering “Little Immortal,” couldn’t help but shake as he held the watering can, spilling water onto the table when he saw the message spreading in secret.
Contact Pers immediately set down the watering can and picked up a cloth to wipe up the water.
His movements were as crisp as ever.
...
Only his face was pale.
"So it really happened?”
Pers muttered to himself.
When he agreed to the “note writer” to edit and add to the footage, Pers knew something would happen, but when the event actually occurred, Pers was still terrified.
Xilin!
That was a major figure in the Send Family!
Although he was not graced with the surname “Send.”
But Xilin’s existence was indispensable for the Send Family.
To put it simply, the Send Family’s present prosperous situation in Area F would not have been possible without Xilin’s contributions.
Now that Xilin is dead.
The Send Family will certainly not let this go.
As one of the “accomplices.”
He definitely won’t be spared.
Even now, Pers doesn’t know who the “note writer” is, but he is very clear that the edited and added footage is one of the key elements leading to Xilin’s death.
Though the other party assured that such editing and adding would go undetected with “their technology,”
That was only their guarantee.
What about the actual result?
Who could know?
"Should I run?”
Pers asked himself
But then again, where could he run to?
With the Send Family’s influence, even if he fled to Area A, he wouldn’t escape death.
Or rather, once it’s confirmed he is related to Xilin’s death, he won’t be able to run.
"What should I do?”
"What should I do?”
Pers asked himself.
But he had no idea what to do.
The most direct way would be to push out a scapegoat.
But would the “note writer” let him off the hook?
He had been used once.
He would naturally be used a second time.
Until he… dies.
Any resistance or struggle is useless with the premise of the “note writer’s” existence. As long as the other person exists, he will be oppressed and exploited.
Whoosh!
He took a deep breath.
Pers knelt down in front of the empty cat nest again, imagining he was stroking a cat’s head.
A feeling of contentment and comfort spread in Pers’ heart,
And gradually calmed his mind.
So, do I have to find that person?
The one who can enter my room must be an insider from the “Game” building, and with high status at that.
They know me well.
No!
It should be that they are always watching the “Game.”
They figured out the time I left and came back.
At the same time, they are using their “technology” to delete the footage.
If their technology is really as they claim, then they can move freely throughout the building without anyone noticing.
But that seems unlikely!
If they could really do that, they wouldn’t need “me.”
After deleting and modifying the footage, the most appropriate course of action would be to kill “me” afterward.
Not leaving a potential whistleblower alive.
Therefore, it’s most likely that their “technology” is not as “excellent” as they say it is; it might fool the average person but cannot fool the real technicians.
A simple investigation can reveal the truth.
Hence, just by mobilizing the “surveillance footage” from outside my area and comparing the timings, we can find out who the “note writer” is.
Upon realizing this, Pers immediately stood up.
But immediately after, he knelt down again.
What reason would he have to check the surveillance?
Could he say he was threatened and thus became one of the accomplices in Xilin’s death?
Impossible!
He wanted to survive, not to “confess”!
Pers, still thinking, suddenly froze.
He was beginning to understand.
The person knew he’d think of these things.
But more importantly, they knew he wouldn’t actually do them.
Because it would expose him.
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"Did they make preparations in advance?”
Pers’ face began to look a bit ugly.
He realized this “note writer” was far more troublesome than he had imagined.
The other party had already anticipated everything.
And that also meant, he’s caught in their “web.”
"Is there really no other way?”
Pers pondered.
Ding!
The sound of an email on the computer desktop rang out.
Pers immediately went to the desk.
He had settings for his emails; aside from “work emails,” which had sound alerts, all others were muted.
Opening the email, Pers’ eyes swept over it, and his expression immediately turned odd.
…
He won!
He survived!
Galen, the “Golden Lamb,” lay flat on a patch of grass, gasping heavily for breath.
A battle of 1 vs 100.
Even if he only had to defeat 20 of them, it was immensely difficult.
Even though he had been a lumberjack since his youth, building a strong physique, it was still hardly enough in this instance.
In fact, if not for the skin of medicinal juice left by Mr. Jason, he would have been unable to hold on long ago.
And those weapons!
With this thought, Galen struggled to sit up.
The medicinal juice in the skin was long gone; although after he was injured and unexpectedly found that the juice could quickly restore his strength, he swore to drink it sparingly, he had eventually finished it off.
