Abyssal Wanderer.

While the Jupiter Group was secretly carrying out a large-scale escort operation, the floating island of Atlantis, the headquarters of the Neptune Transportation Group, which was surrounded by storms all day long, was also not peaceful.

This is literally unsettling—the storm surrounding Atlantis has inexplicably begun to drift out of control, causing the floating islands, which were originally in the eye of the storm, to also suffer the merciless ravages of nature's power.

All of this stemmed from the silence that Neptune Transportation's nine directors fell into shortly after the brief meeting of the gods.

This included the chairman of Neptune Transportation, the original adjuster of Poseidon's path depth 9. It was He who constantly flapped His butterfly wings, stirring up the chaotic system, that kept Atlantis in a perpetual storm.

Now, even He has fallen silent for unknown reasons, which makes the Atlantean employees who are sheltering from the storm on the floating island feel extremely frightened.

In reality, none of the nine directors themselves had any problems. The silence was simply because they had all descended to a top-secret location in the abyss.

An address that will absolutely not be monitored or have its intelligence leaked.

They need to have a discussion here that must never be known to the outside world.

At this moment, the discussion has come to an end.

[Then let's do it this way. Even if it means giving up the entire Central Asian market, we must eliminate this hidden danger once and for all.]

A dignified female voice said this.

[But this isn't just a problem in the Central Asian market. Forcibly exercising the authority of the Poseidon framework like this will inevitably cause a shift and instability in our overall mental stability, and I'm still worried that someone might take advantage of the situation...]

An old man was worried about the tunnel.

[We already calculated this, didn't we? After the World Wide Web drove out Theseus Freight, the sphere of influence we can expand is enough to cover that level of turmoil. Besides, even if we temporarily lose that market share, those who have the ability to take it aren't interested, and those who are interested don't have the ability. In the end, won't we still be the ones rebuilding it?]

A young man's voice said this, and he even made a joke at the end:

Do you really expect Pluto to take over that market?

Do they have the capability to expose something that even headquarters doesn't dare to reveal?
A few scattered laughs came from various corners, which greatly relaxed the originally tense atmosphere of the meeting.

After that laugh, all eyes turned to the deity on the throne who had remained silent.

What He appears here is a pagan deity with two tattered membranous wings on His back and a head covered in tentacles like an octopus. The scales covering His body are a supernatural green, and the texture of His body is somewhere between real flesh and gelatin.

He wore a crown and held a golden trident tightly in his hand.

Even if Charon swore an oath to the River Styx, is the information he provided truly reliable?

His tendrils, which were as tangled as a beard, writhed, and his voice was as loud as thunder.

His words caused a great deal of discussion among the sea gods, and soon more than ten reports began to be uploaded, demonstrating the accuracy of Charon's information.

But He didn't even glance at it.

There's no need to rush to refute me. Actually, I also support your proposal. It's just that my reasons for supporting it differ from yours.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the trident in his hand, a symbol of authority.

Even if it ultimately fails, as long as it forces Theseus Freight's shareholders to come to the forefront, it will be worthwhile in the long run.

After saying this, He slowly raised the trident in his hand, stirring up the seawater and making it murky.

In the abyss, a colossal being awoke with this action.

Soon, His influence will extend to the foundational reality.

…………

The Damascus resettlement area in the Middle East.

After completing the information transmission, Christie was politely asked by the local resettlement area government not to go to the downtown area. Their reason was that they were worried her striking appearance would cause unnecessary chaos there.

But Christie was well aware of this—the damage she caused by her fight with Number One in the Nord settlement not long ago had earned her a dangerous label from various settlements.

Although it wasn't impossible to insist on a visit, seeing the staff member who looked like he was about to cry, Christie finally had no choice but to agree.

I came in a hurry and didn't bring a humanoid interactive interface, so let's not make things difficult for these staff members.

I was actually looking forward to trying baklava (note*) to see what it tasted like...

She thought to herself, somewhat annoyed.

Fortunately, the local Theseus Freight was very efficient—although this AI-operated company was generally efficient, the efficiency of the Damascus resettlement district branch seemed particularly exaggerated. She had just sent a message saying she had arrived when they immediately delivered the goods.

Furthermore, the container holding that zombie head was made using extremely expensive cold chain equipment.

It makes me feel like an SVIP user...

Christie muttered to herself. She had come all this way and had originally planned to stay in Damascus a little longer, but it seemed she would be teleported back soon after arriving.

If you want to stay a while, then stay a while.

Just then, the old man's voice appeared in her mind.

【What do you mean?】

Christie immediately became alert.

She knew this old man's nature all too well. If he suddenly made such a nonsensical suggestion out of the blue, he was probably up to no good and was planning to trick someone.

[Or you can go somewhere else, not in the Damascus resettlement area, as long as you don't go back to Tartarus, anywhere is fine.]

Charon continued.

What if I insist on going back?

Feeling somewhat uneasy, Christie spoke directly.

Then I'll have no choice but to reluctantly take over your body and let you stay here.

Charon sighed.

Sure enough, the old man revealed his intention to cause trouble.

Why? Is there some danger in Tartarus?

Since the other party's goal was simply to prevent her from returning to Tartarus temporarily, this was the first possibility that Christie considered.

"That's not it... it's just that if you do some things right under the noses of those board members, they might find out. It's safer on the surface."

He gave a vague answer.

Finally, He added cheekily: Of course, there are dangers on the surface too, so remember to hurry back to the surface when the time comes...

What is all this nonsense? Can't you just explain things clearly?

Christie was somewhat annoyed by the riddle-like response she received.

"Well... just trust me, this will only benefit you, and it's also fulfilling my promise to the directors of Pluto. Don't worry, I've already arranged everything."

Charon continued to speak ambiguously.

If it weren't for the fact that she no longer has that physiological structure, Christie would probably be rolling her eyes to the heavens right now.

However, being a steed, she couldn't defy His will if He forced her to do so, and in the end, she had no choice but to accept the suggestion of not returning to Tartarus for the time being.

Oh, right, there's one more thing.

Just as he had mentally prepared himself to accept his fate, Charon spoke up again.

What's wrong now?!

Christie said angrily.

[A small thing...remember to get your employee—the one who went to the Nord settlement—a SVIP membership for Theseus Freight.]

Charon said so.

baffling……

Christie thought this to herself, but still casually opened the payment interface.

[It's already fully charged. Can you explain why?]

She asked, clearly annoyed.

[They just needed this payment record; they were just putting on a show.]

Charon replied with an even more baffling answer.

But His next words completely stunned Christie.

Finally, I have one last question about career planning.

Are you confident in your ability to serve as CEO of Theseus Freight?

【Huh?!】(End of Chapter)