Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 192: Knight of Dark Disaster 21

Xu Yan unilaterally blocked the boss of his own park. Thinking that he could ignore his body for the time being, his soul returned to the park to take a look at what was going on with 937.

However, due to the inconsistent flow of time between the main world and the small world, he only has fifteen minutes, otherwise the three people in the small world would panic.

Thinking of this, Xu Yan covered his head which was aching slightly. This was the aftereffect of him actively cooperating with his 'former self' to tear his soul apart, and now he was returning to his own body.

What he said to the two gods before was actually mostly acting. He is already longing for death, so would he still care whether others love him or his former self?

The answer is of course not to care.

At most... there was a moment of... complexity.

But when he heard the answer given by the god who grew on his XP, he still felt a little happy.

Who doesn't want to be cared for? Even he is no exception.

This is why he always keeps Bai Xi as a pet, because the way this little thing looks at him is as if - he is its whole world.

The same goes for 937.

He is not outstanding, nor smart, and always likes to seek a sense of existence in front of him.

Although it was not obvious, he always felt that 937 seemed to regard him as a spiritual pillar and life-saving straw, holding on to him tightly. Even if he deliberately reported him and forced him to take the assessment and examination again, he was happy.

So even though 937 was not as good as other assistant officers, he never thought of replacing him.

Xu Yan directly used the authority of the executive officer and teleported to the assistant officer's work area at the fastest speed. As soon as he appeared, all the idle assistant officers looked over, and after realizing it was Xu Yan, they smiled and nodded at him respectfully and greeted him.

There is no compulsory class system in Paradise. In the words of the God of Fun, Paradise is a company and everyone is a worker. Workers are only divided into different positions, not high or low status.

Of course, having said that, the powerful executives are still too superior to ordinary taskers. It is difficult for them to get along with them on an equal footing, and they will unconsciously feel awe.

Except for the assistant officers.

They are used to seeing all kinds of executives, and they know that these executives can get hurt, feel sad, and have things they like. They are not gods that can only be admired but not touched.

Xu Yan also smiled at the assistant officers in the huge beehive in the sky, turned around and went to the place next to them where they clocked in and out, and said to the staff, "Help me check the entry and exit records of my assistant officer 937."

Of course the staff knew Xu Yan, not to mention that Xu Yan was wearing an executive officer's uniform. The stylish red and black custom-made uniform and the pure black long trench coat were too eye-catching.

The most eye-catching thing is the golden number on the park badge on his chest: A003

He was new here and had worked here for more than ten years, but it was the first time he saw the top ten CEOs alive. His hands were shaking with excitement as he checked the records.

"Assistant Officer 937 left the Hive five minutes ago."

After getting the answer, Xu Yan briefly thanked him, called up the theme park panel, operated it a few times, and then found the location of 937 through the surveillance.

"Pretty obedient." Xu Yan muttered, and his figure teleported and disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this, the staff sighed and said, "It's great to have high authority, but I still have to ride my electric bike to and from get off work."

An assistant officer who happened to be on vacation passed by and echoed the words, "Yes, we can't use teleportation when we don't have anything important to do. Our God is a humanist who strives to keep us ordinary and common. He doesn't even allow us to use our abilities casually in Paradise."

However, after saying this, the two of them smiled at each other.

Although I complain about being late for work and being stuck in traffic, this kind of complaint can also be considered a kind of happiness.

Souls exhausted from their missions need some quiet time to heal their wounds and keep themselves from being separated from the crowd.

......

As everyone knows, the ninth seat in paradise is a miracle doctor with a bad temper. And what he calls a bad temper really means that he will kill people if they disagree with him. He has absolutely no mercy as a doctor. No one knows how he became like this.

So when 937 stumbled and desperately broke into the shabby little clinic of the Ninth Seat, the front desk nurse who failed to stop him was terrified. If she had not dared, she would have let out a desperate roar.

But the miracle was that when the Ninth Seat saw 937, not only was he not angry, but he also kindly asked him to sit down, and stood up and closed the door of the clinic himself.

Seeing this, the trembling nurse breathed a sigh of relief and returned to work.

However, before her heartbeat could calm down, she looked up and saw a red and black figure passing by. When she stood up and stretched out her hand to stop the person, she only saw the corner of the black clothes disappearing at the door of the clinic, and heard a click of the door closing.

Ge You, the nurse with a baby face but an extremely mature figure, slumped back into his seat, and with lifeless eyes he began to think about how to find another job with such good pay.

The ninth seat, who was already sitting in front of 937 and facing the door, was not surprised by Xu Yan's arrival. He just glanced at him lightly and his eyes fell on the patient again.

937 lowered his head and bit his sleeve hard. Even Xu Yan's arrival could not bring him back to his senses. At this moment, he was like a monster that was so hungry that it was about to devour its prey. His handsome face was extremely ferocious, and his eyes were almost completely filled with scarlet blood.

"What's going on with him?" Xu Yan asked calmly, standing next to the sofa where 937 was sitting.

The ninth seat pushed up his glasses, looked at 937 carefully, and answered, "Soul trauma, mental pollution, and hypnotic suggestion."

Xu Yan frowned. This meal and these symptoms reminded him of someone.

"You treat it first, I'll go find him."

The ninth seat raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure you want to find him here, instead of bringing him here after beating him up? I'll warn you in advance, you're not in good condition, be careful not to make your injuries worse. I charge a lot for healing souls."

Xu Yan didn't have time to answer him at all, and his figure teleported away again.