I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"Stop, stop, stop. I'll definitely pay. Explain my situation first."

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that an association suspects you of inflating your performance and wants to investigate you."

"what?!"

This isn't a big deal?!

Just as we were about to take down Tail Spot, trouble broke out at the association!

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's just that you advanced too quickly. In less than a week, you went from a ninth-level finisher to a fifth-level person. Everyone who sees this will say you got in through connections."

Du Jue, who was so excited that he stood up, was immediately pulled back to the waterproof sofa by Olga. He then snuggled into Olga's arms, who had a mischievous grin on his face, with his face covered in wine from the sofa surface.

Du Jue was too lazy to struggle to get up. His eyelids closed and he was feeling drowsy, but he was awakened by the hand that was stroking his burn scars.

"This review mainly involves a background check on your previous firms, verification of the authenticity of your past clients, and an assessment of your capabilities."

"You should have no problem with the first two, but I can't help you with your strength. But you should be fine with that, right?"

"No problem at all."

Hearing this, Du Jue finally breathed a sigh of relief and belatedly looked at Olga with a questioning gaze.

"You seem to be very nice to me?"

"You're excellent as a finisher. I personally want you to stay at the Molar Clinic. If I don't treat you well, you'll run away. That's how lone wolf finishers are."

“What I mean is that you’ve taken good care of me. After all, I’ve only handled a few cases at the molar clinic, and you’re willing to act as the clinic’s representative to vouch for me.”

Even though Olga spoke lightly, Du Jue understood that such an investigation would definitely lead to joint liability, and if he really found a problem, the guarantor would also suffer.

"You mean this? It's simple, it's because I find you pleasing to the eye!"

“I felt it when we were capturing that werewolf bishop together. You and Miao are really alike. You seem alright on the surface, but you are more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to killing.”

"But I know you guys are just focused on achieving your goals and neglecting other things. You're probably the kind of people who are very self-centered."

Du frowned, only then remembering that this Miao seemed to be from R Company, working in a combat-oriented army group, and was a belligerent and dangerous individual.

Company R has an incredible combat employee training system—it clones thousands of people and throws them into a clone battle royale game, with the survivors inheriting everything.

How could he possibly resemble such a deranged lunatic?!

They didn't resist such inhuman torture. If it weren't for this, I would blow up this idiotic company!

"Alright, I have to deal with an association review, so I can't drink anymore. Now I need to go find Mika and ask her about the workshop's weapons."

"What a disappointment."

"I'll pay."

"Great!"

Reeking of alcohol, Du Jue left the room and took a long time to calm himself before he could finally move. He needed more hidden weapons and heavier, more powerful workshop weapons.

"Mika, could you ask if there are any reliable weapon customization workshops?"

To alleviate the effects of the alcohol, Meixiang, who was sitting at the front desk, shook her head as she pressed her forehead to try and calm herself.

“You can’t go to the workshop like this, Wen Duo. Why don’t you rest for the night? We also need to take the boss away, so we can give you a ride.”

82

Chapter 82 The Store's Treasure.

"Wen Duo, are you really alright?"

Meixiang told the taxi driver to get out of the car in front of the Giant Workshop, and looked at Du Jue with a worried expression as he struggled to find the door handle for half a minute before finally getting out of the car.

"No problem, it's just to place an order. After all, you know I have to undergo an inspection by an association tomorrow, so the workshop's weapons need to be prepared."

"Don't worry, the agency fee will be charged."

"No need for that, just give me a small fee for running errands. After all, Giant Item Workshop has a pretty good reputation. Without it, I'll just spend more time choosing a workshop."

"Mixiang, you're a walking map of the workshop, thank you."

Hearing the praise, Mika's face showed some sadness. After all, her father was originally the workshop owner, but he was executed by his henchmen for unknowingly infringing on patents.

"It's okay. Can you handle the rest? I have to go back to the office."

"Okay, see you next time."

As I walked into the street, leaning against the wall, I was immediately stunned when I looked up. It was a giant shop, four times larger than a normal shop, and although it was huge, it was full of exquisite details.

It's so big, how much would the land alone cost?

This workshop looks very capable!

"Boss, here, the weapons are all longer than people, aren't they?"

Just as Du Jue was about to order a custom weapon, he was shocked by the enormous weapon displayed in the hall. Even a slightly less advanced weapon would be difficult for a cleaner to lift.

"Tch, you're so ignorant. We only serve high-end clients. They don't have such trivial worries. Weapons are tools for intimidation and killing. The bigger they are, the scarier they are, and the larger their attack area is."

"The ultimate weapon in this world isn't some fancy sword, spear, or club, but a simple, massive object. If a block of iron the size of a city were to fall down, who wouldn't be terrified and wet themselves?!"

"Gigantification is the ultimate destiny of workshop weapons!"

The 2.5-meter-tall man with a full beard looked like a muscular bear. Just standing at the front desk could scare away rats and the like. When he spoke excitedly, he sprayed a lot of saliva all over Du Jue's face.

Du Jue wiped his face, feeling somewhat conflicted. This thing wasn't portable either; he couldn't possibly carry around several metal statues all day long, or he'd be exhausted in less than an hour.

Moreover, with that kind of weight, if it were to get into a taxi, the chassis would probably be crushed.

"But it's so big and inconvenient to carry around."

"Hey! Kid, what level of finisher are you?"

"Have you ever seen those high-level finishers strolling around with a bunch of weapons? Never heard of dimensional gloves? They store weapons in another dimension and use them whenever they want."

The burly man with the thick beard puffed out a puff of white smoke and grabbed a pair of slightly larger leather gloves from the locked alloy safe behind him, then threw them on the counter.

"Give it a try. There are some defective products inside, but you have to be careful with the force. We won't compensate you if you bump or knock them in the workshop."

Seeing the other party's unwavering confidence, I put on the leather gloves without any hesitation, somewhat surprised that spatial equipment was quite common in the city.

Du Jue felt as if his palm could reach into a non-existent water tank in front of him, and when he reached in, he grasped a giant sword. He immediately pulled it out and actually drew a pitch-black giant sword out of thin air.

clang!

Having gotten used to the workshop hamster's great resilience and load-bearing capacity, I didn't control my strength well when I cleared all my equipment, and the greatsword fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! Kid, if you can't even hold a sword properly, don't come to our workshop to join the fun. Take off your gloves and get some strength enhancement done first."

The burly man with a thick beard watched with great interest, then slammed his fist on the counter with a laugh, immediately followed by a reprimand from behind.

"Arno, stop letting people try on gloves and cause trouble all the time! I already told you that last time!"

"You heard that? This time it was the client's own request. Do you think I would force him to embarrass himself? Right, kid?"

Do not silently remove your gloves and leave without looking back.

Upon witnessing this, Arno merely checked his leather gloves, waved to Du Jue, and watched him leave with a smile.

"Kid, I'll wait until you've strengthened your power before you come back. Then I'll take you to try out our workshop's prized possession."

"Arno!!"

Du Jue rushed to the workshop cannery, only to find that the container that sold hidden weapons was still there. He waved his hand and bought everything.

Such a generous act delighted the boy with a floral headscarf wrapped around his head inside the container.

"Holy crap! This idiot is selling hidden weapons, fine, but how can he keep selling them all? Where did he find such a sucker?"

"Don't panic, I own a workshop myself, this is a shill!"

"But what's the use of showing it to us?"

The boy with the floral headscarf carefully helped Du Jue to tightly bind all the hidden weapons with the workshop's binding wire.

Although this returning customer's behavior was incredibly strange—who buys a hidden weapon and doesn't use it but instead wears it as a vest?—the customer is always right!

"Sir, why don't you leave me your contact information? I'll deliver the goods to your door for free, and I'll make sure it's on time and in the correct quantity!"

"What's your name?"

Just call me Patch!

"Remember, it doesn't matter if these things have some flaws, but they must be handmade."

Patch quickly moved closer to Du Jue and whispered something in his ear.

"Don't worry, sir. I have an apprentice friend in the workshop. He's just using scraps from the proper workshop to make these for fun. If you want to make a sword there, you have to get the master craftsman's approval first. There are a lot of rules."

Looking at the hard hidden weapons all over his body, Du Jue could imagine that the cost price of this bundle sold in bulk was definitely not high. After all, high-end craftsmen would not bother to make such a low-tech thing.

He waved to Patch and left the workshop cannery, returning to the giant workshop, this time feeling as if he could lift the entire workshop itself.

"You really came back?!"

Arno was smoking when he couldn't help but laugh, and then coughed for a long time because of the smoke.

"Enough with the nonsense, take a look at your prized possession."

"Alright, come with me!"

Faced with Du's request, Arno didn't even utter a word of refusal, and hurriedly led him all the way to the center of the Giant Workshop.

On a solid steel display stand, a saw blade, roughly three meters long by visual estimation, lay horizontally. One-third of the weapon was made up of a single, thick blade resembling the fangs of a ferocious beast.

It's called a saw blade, but it's more like an enlarged version of a heavy axe. It's hard to imagine how you could swing this thing without being thrown off balance.

Just like how firing a large-caliber handgun can cause fractures, the first thing to consider when fighting with such a terrifying weapon is protecting oneself.

"I'll give you a discount if you lift it up."

"I thought you'd just give it to me as soon as I completed this achievement."

"Haha! This thing may be a bit flashy and impractical, but it's made of solid materials, even moonstone. It's an exhibit specially made by my master. It would be a huge loss to give it to you for free!"

"Fuck you! Put it down!"

Arno stared in disbelief as Du Jue lifted the store's prized possession with one hand, a sight he had so lauded. He took a step back in shock and hurriedly tried to calm Du Jue down.

This thing, if it hits the ground, can blow right through the workshop's basement!

"Not bad, give me a price."

He carried the enormous saw blade on his shoulder without any sense of sluggishness in his movements. Even though he could feel its astonishing weight, he could use it freely as if it were exempt from any usage restrictions.

"Master! Master, come quickly!"

"Arno, if you keep bothering me, I'm going to go blow up the boiler!"

Another burly man with a white beard impatiently walked out. When he saw Du Jue carrying the exhibit he had created out, he thought it was a thief. But he immediately realized the weight of the exhibit.

"Fuck you! Put it down!"

"No! Don't put it down!"

Arno couldn't understand how Du Jue could lift those tiny arms and legs. The store's prized possession was heavy enough to make someone lose their balance and fall to the ground, not to mention that Du Jue had even swung it around, creating a whooshing sound.

Could it be that he encountered one of the legendary super-cyborgs from urban legends?

83

Chapter 83 Giant Object Workshop.

"So expensive? Then you can keep it for exhibition."

Although Dujue has been doing a lot lately, the money the agency earns doesn't last long, and Xiaomian still needs their cash flow. After all, delaying payments is a traditional skill for big projects, and they have no choice but to experience it.

Arno watched with trepidation as Du Jue put the giant saw back on the display stand before finally letting out a sigh of relief. His master, however, spoke up in confusion.

"May I ask your name, guest?"

"The fifth stage is the final stage, and many people are familiar with it."

Master Arno ignored his apprentice's incredulous look, instead smoothing his beard and recalling Du Jue's posture while carrying the crusher, thinking it was practically a live advertisement.

He was confident that the Crusher could even break through a solid metal wall with a single smash. Once the opponent used it in a few battles, the Giant Workshop logo on it would surely deliver an unparalleled shock to the audience.

"Actually, this is something we can discuss."