"Using the excuse of clearing away the filth, we can smoothly gain access to various floors of the building. As long as we handle the surveillance and remaining guards, with our skills, getting the data will be a breeze, right?"

"Potato, be honest..."

Brother Ni cautiously asked

"Did you experience some kind of mental trauma as a kid?"

Otherwise, it's hard to explain why this guy is so obsessed with blowing up excrement.

Potato: "Screw you, you're the one who's been traumatized, I'm perfectly normal, okay?"

"There's a bit of a problem with this plan."

A player raised their hand

"Why don't we just use that fake beard mask from last time? I think it's pretty good for fooling people."

Wildman explained, "Firstly, that mask requires finding a Zeta Technology employee and having a normal interaction to access hormone level adjustments before it can be used. Moreover, there are too many acquaintances in the company, even a slight touch might expose us, the risk is too high."

Most importantly, that mask is a one-time-use item, and no one apart from Handz can pull it off.

The players don't have extra means to acquire it, leaving them only to stare helplessly.

Jianxue: "This plan has too much uncertainty. I recommend finding an insider to help double-check the location of the tech data, and preferably to shut down the electricity of those floors, giving us cover."

"An insider..."

Wildman sighed

"I have considered it, but the problem is we don't know anyone at Zeta Technology, not even who to ask for help."

Tutu stroked his chin: "Hmm... that's not necessarily true, maybe I can find someone."

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Having slept for two hours and now ready for work, Hassan stood in front of the bathroom mirror and couldn't help but ask

Since when did I become indifferent to going to work?

Thinking back to the year I graduated, full of ambition, eagerly looking forward to work, believing I could forge a future with my own hands.

How young was I back then, so full of vitality, and now look at the person in the mirror, eyes devoid of expression, face numb, showing no trace of expectation or passion for life, only death-like silence.

Why so unfamiliar?

Why has it come to this?

Where did it go wrong?

Clearly, it's a job that most people would envy, decent attire, reasonably good salary, a spacious home...

But Hassan just couldn't find happiness.

He stretched out two fingers, pulling at the mirror to force a smile as fake as can be.

"Ha... Ha..."

A dry, sharp scream escaped from his throat

He had even forgotten how to smile.

Putting on a crisp suit, grooming his hair, driving off to work.

Upon entering the company, the team lead's first words to Hassan were

"You're late."

Hassan replied, "How could I be? I clearly arrived half an hour before the official start time."

The team lead coldly said, "But everyone else arrived earlier than you. They pulled an all-nighter at the company last night, and you were the only one who left at 2 AM."

"..."

Hassan found himself speechless, or rather accustomed to the guy in front of him finding fault, he always had a reason.

The team lead couldn't be bothered to continue criticizing Hassan, instead immediately assigning him work. Here, his personal emotions were insignificant; everything prioritized company tasks.

"This is your next assignment."

He slapped a plan against Hassan's chest

"The Taiping Continent black market is relocating from the original stadium to the Gem Cyan Hotel's underground space. The company headquarters requires us to go onsite for survey and mapping, and also to engage with Horizon Corporation, to assess their stance on Dog Town. I need you to draft a Horizon Corporation-related PPT within two hours, the more detailed the content the better, especially focusing on the company director, Lin Miao, who has numerous issues..."

Not even five minutes after arriving at the company, a mountain of workload overwhelmed Hassan, nearly suffocating him.

Is this task important?

It's just making a PPT; the so-called data is merely what's available online. No one expects a junior staff member to acquire any secret intel, just make the PPT look decent enough to appease the higher-ups.

He had ready-made templates, just plug and play.

But no matter how he did it, the team lead would surely send the PPT back for revision.

This even became a tacit understanding between both parties, as only this way could the team lead's role be justified.

Privately, their relationship was actually quite good, but once at the company, everything changed.

Hyper-atomized job positions, subdivided responsibilities, unchallenging work content.

Hassan clacking away on his keyboard like a machine at his station, outputting the content the team lead desires like an assembly line.

This stuff holds no value whatsoever.

Hassan felt like a garbage conveyor, engaged in worthless work, not even comparable to the ecstasy of earning one euro as a child after helping the supermarket owner downstairs carry a few boxes of water.

He doesn't want to work! Doesn't want to work! Doesn't want to work!

Hassan felt his spirit nearing its breaking point.

Anxiety, an indescribable anxiety gripped him entirely.

His peripheral vision caught sight of a small bottle on the desk.

[Work Supplement]

Hassan quickly grabbed the bottle, placing it near his nose, taking a deep whiff, a coolness swiftly spread from his nasal cavity throughout his body.

Soon, Hassan became excited.

The exhaustion from lack of sleep vanished, he felt energized, feverishly typing away, not wanting to stop for a moment, as if the previous anxiety was merely an illusion, and this was his true self.

Meanwhile, the company's central air conditioning kicked in, dispersing identical substances from the atomizer and diluted by airflow throughout the entire building, providing everyone with incessant motivation for work.