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Chapter 411. Direct Hit
As one of the wealthiest conglomerates in mainland China, the Rose Group has over 10,000 employees at its headquarters alone, and its supporting catering system naturally includes more than one location.

Chi Piao looked up and saw a magnificent three-story restaurant in front of her.

The building has a magnificent exterior and a fully self-service dining system inside, with all three meals a day provided free of charge to employees.

Through the bright glass doors, you can see a dazzling array of dishes inside—

A variety of tempting meats, fresh and diverse seafood, and specialty dishes from different regions are laid out in layers, their aromas seemingly wafting through the glass.

A striking silver sign stands to the side of the entrance, marked with the number "3"—meaning this is the group's third restaurant.

There are ten such large and impressive dining buildings within the Rose Group headquarters campus.

"Would you like to eat at Restaurant Number Three?"

"My partner asked."

Restaurant No. 4 is also nearby. Because these two restaurants are closest to the finance department building, they are the accountants' first choice.

"Number three, I heard there are new dishes today."

As Chi Piao spoke, she walked towards the heavy glass door. Her voice was soft, as if she were just mentioning it casually, but she had already taken a step.

The moment the door was pushed open, a wave of sound mixed with the steaming heat of the food rushed in. As far as the eye could see, there was a vast sea of ​​people in black uniforms.

The accountants who are in charge of bookkeeping leave work earlier than those who are in charge of offline bookkeeping, so when they arrive, many of their colleagues are already seated in the restaurant.

The long table area was almost full of colleagues at the moment, with hushed conversations, the light clinking of cutlery, and the occasional ringing of cell phones creating a noisy atmosphere.

Besides the finance department's fondness for dining here, Rose Games also has a building at its headquarters, thus standing out as a few striking colors amidst this dark tide.

Those were employees from Rose Games; their uniforms were blue and white checkered, with a pixelated rose logo embroidered on the chest.

They sat scattered in twos and threes, most of them with heavy dark circles under their eyes and pale faces from staring at screens for too long. Compared to the tense accountants next to them, they exuded a different kind of fatigue, similar to the exhaustion after their creativity was overdrawn.

Chi Piao carried her tray, walked through the crowd, and found an empty seat on the side.

At the next table were several programmers from Rose Games. Their plates were mostly empty, but they were having a lively conversation.

"Why have the benefits suddenly improved recently?"

A young man with messy hair looked at the director's new notification on his phone and asked.

His colleagues nearby chimed in with their own opinions:
"Hey, that 'Dark Soil' made our company a lot of money last time. I heard the president praised our manager in public, so of course our compensation should be increased."

"Oh, I know about that. I heard that a lot of people have spent all their money on our game, only to be completely blinded when it was actually merged. Hehe, there are no rose coins at all, and that game isn't some kind of otherworld test server."

"Hey! I heard from my friend who works at Rose Real Estate next door that several of the high-end villas she manages have been mortgaged. They're all broke and have to sell the houses to make ends meet."

"A major reshuffle, a major reshuffle, the list of the rich has been updated again."

……

"By the way, doesn't our company have any new projects lately?"

"The person in charge probably doesn't have time. A new assistant has been transferred from headquarters to help us with management. I heard that the old person in charge was called away by the president to write a book called 'The Boundless Grace of God' and another book called 'The Theory of Natural Markets.' There's also a speech session at the end of this month."

"...Isn't our manager a con artist?"

"Who knows! Who cares, as long as I get a raise, that's all that matters. The CEO must have her reasons for doing this."

"I heard that our group has recently bought a large number of Divine Grace Vouchers. What are we planning to do?"

"do not know."

"do not know."

……

The conversation ended with everyone bewildered and saying "I don't know."

The programmers at the next table shrugged, picked up their plates, and left.

Chi Piao's partner then came over with a plate and sat down opposite her.

The air fell silent again, broken only by the occasional soft clinking of cutlery against the edges of plates. The two ate in silence, a silence that acted like a thin yet resilient membrane, separating them from the surrounding noise.

After a long silence, perhaps because it was too dull, the senior colleague cleared his throat and started the conversation:
"Ah ghost, I heard you used to... come from the world of talents?"

Chi Piao nodded, her chopsticks hovering almost imperceptibly in mid-air.

"Oh, I know where that is."

My partner popped a piece of lobster meat into his mouth, trying to keep his tone as casual as possible:
"I heard it's now under the protection of Death, but the internal situation... seems a bit bad."

He paused, and seeing that Chi Piao didn't interrupt, he continued:

“A friend of mine who works at Rose Media said that there seems to be some kind of spiritual pollution from the ‘God of Light’ spreading quietly there, and the source of the spread… seems to be the TV station.”

Chi Piao didn't look up; her gaze was fixed on the lonely, untouched cherry tomato on her plate.

She gently poked it with the tip of her chopsticks, and a small dent appeared on the tomato's round surface before it bounced back up.

Her movements were very slow, almost to the point of being frozen.

"That's it."

She finally spoke, her voice flat.

Then, as if remembering something, she picked up the cherry tomato, paused for a moment, and put it back. Finally, she picked up her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, and mechanically chewed it.

A slightly sour taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, mixed with a hint of indescribable astringency.

"I am in that world."

She swallowed the tomato, her eyes still fixed on the half-empty plate in front of her, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper:

"I lost my dearest sister, and then I lost her too... someone who came into my life after that and was very kind to me."

She finally raised her eyes, her gaze calm as she looked at her senior. Her eyes were empty, devoid of emotion, yet more unspeakable than any intense grief.

"So now, thinking about that place only brings sadness."

She shook her head very slightly, her voice soft yet clear:

"...Don't mention it to me again."

……

A world of talent.

Since the sun suddenly rose, many conspiracy theories about the God of Death have subsided on the forum.

After much deliberation, the Parallelists decided it was not advisable to continue this protracted conflict.

Firstly, Yuzhijia has always been adept at manipulating the game from the shadows. Many of her pieces are buried within the game itself, and unless one has sparred with her many times, it is difficult to discern her strategy.

This is equivalent to the enemy being in the dark while she is in the light; continuing this tug-of-war will definitely make it difficult to win.

Therefore, the parallel players decided to start a direct game.

She informed her assistant personality, instructing him to incite the Son of Light to directly begin spreading religious doctrines.

This time, instead of using the conspiracy of a dead god as a starting point, they incited people by talking about the benefits of faith and the various advantages of a faith-based society.

After switching to this strategy, the parallel player could clearly feel that the resistance was much less.

Perhaps it is an unstoppable trend of global integration, or perhaps it is because the relevant systems of a faith-based society will eventually be known, thus the television station's propaganda on faith has been very successful.

Parallel Scholar opened the forum's keyword search and smiled slightly as he saw the increasingly frequent appearance of related terms such as "God of Light" and "cultists".

If everything is an inevitable trend, then forecasters who want to stop it are going against the tide of time.

Everything that stands in the way of the times will eventually be ruthlessly crushed by the times.

In this game, she should be able to ride the wave of the wind.

(End of this chapter)