Unspeakable bubbles

"What a load of rubbish scenery."

Hanken rolled his eyes, and after a few words, he had completely forgotten about the little girl.

"They were slacking off again while you were out," the person who stayed behind said with a smile.

"You forgetful bastard, you're in for a day!"

“If we neglect our work, Morrison will skin us alive when he gets back.”

They were already resentful for not catching Keke, and now, after hearing what the people who stayed behind said, they were able to vent their anger on these pig-headed people.

With their decision, the already overworked pig-headed people were even more cruelly stripped of their remaining rest time.

'This batch's time is almost up too,' Toka thought indifferently, looking at the exhausted pig-headed men around him.

At 10 p.m., many demi-humans put down their work and prepared to rest, but were pushed back by the overseers who were cursing and swearing.

"You brainless idiots, can't you understand? Haha, I forgot you really can't understand."

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just memorize it with your body.

Under the tutelage of whips and electric batons, the pig-headed people finally understood.

No rest today, back to work.

The factory echoed with grunts and groans; they were expressing their discontent in the only way they could think of.

"My skin is itchy!"

"If you don't work, you won't get anything to eat."

"Why waste your breath on them? If they don't understand, just hit them."

Toka stopped what he was doing and silently returned to his room.

The overseers merely glanced at him and, surprisingly, did not use violence against the pig-headed man.

The dormitory was very simple, with just a bed, a rusty iron cabinet, and nothing else in the cramped space.

Oh, right, and Toca's collection, a bunch of useless cigarette butts.

Upon entering the room, Toka stopped in his tracks.

His gaze shifted to the cabinet door, which was closed.

It was open before I left, so why was it closed?

Toka stood in front of the iron cabinet, his ears perked up.

In the quiet environment, he could clearly hear faint breathing sounds.

The pig-headed man didn't open the door. He walked to the bed and lay down without taking off his clothes.

I have to start work at six in the morning, so I need to get some sleep.

Toka always maintained a good daily routine, and he didn't care what was hidden behind the cabinet.

Section 105, Chapter 104: The Things in the Iron Cabinet

At 5:50 a.m., Toka opened his eyes.

His long-term regular lifestyle allowed him to wake up automatically on time without an alarm clock. After getting up, Toka walked to a corner and habitually fiddled with his cigarette butts.

Toka picked up and put down the useless junk, his expression gradually relaxing.

Even the mentally resilient pig-headed man Toka needs some comfort in a depressing environment.

Given the limited resources, he chose to collect the cigarette butts left over from the overseers.

After admiring his collection for a few minutes, Toka voluntarily walked outside.

Upon arriving at the assembly line, Toka immediately spotted the yawning Hanken and the listless, pig-headed men who had worked all day.

"Finally, it's time to change shifts."

Upon seeing Toka, Hanken knew it was time for his shift to change.

This pig-headed man is very punctual, arriving at the assembly line at six o'clock every day without fail. Among a group of lazy and stupid pig-headed men, this behavior is particularly unusual.

"It's my turn. Have something to eat." A foreman who came to replace Hanken tossed him a bag of dried sweet potatoes.

"Isn't the boss coming back yet?"

Hanken took a bite of a dried sweet potato and found it tasteless.

"I heard it's tomorrow."

"Ha, everyone's in for a treat tomorrow!" Hanken licked his lips.

"Toka, show us your special skill tomorrow!"

The overseer looking on expectantly said, "Here's a reward for you; everyone's happiness depends on you."

Under the envious gaze of a group of pig-headed men, a bag of dried sweet potatoes was tossed at Toka's feet.

Silently picking up the precious food, Toka got to work without saying a word.

The foreman didn't care; that was just how Toka the pig-headed man was, and he was used to it.

"Any new piglets coming?" Håkan asked casually.

"I don't know, but judging by the time, it should be about right." The supervisor replied, glancing at the listless, pig-headed workers on the assembly line.

"We're leaving, we're leaving. You just wait and see."

"Um"

Toka sped up, clearly sensing that the assembly line was much less efficient this morning compared to yesterday.

That's only natural; you can't expect a bunch of sleepless, hungry pigs to be efficient.

Toca overheard their conversation and was absolutely certain that Morrison would send a new batch of pig-headed men here by tomorrow at the latest.

'Human leaders are all very shrewd,' the strange pig-headed man thought to himself.

Working long hours inevitably leads to decreased efficiency. Sufficient rest can ensure efficiency, but it also wastes a lot of time.

The human leader had a lot of experience in resolving this contradiction and making the most of the pig-headed laborers.

Toka felt no sadness at the thought of soon saying goodbye to the pig-headed men around him; he had experienced this countless times before.

To say he was numb wouldn't be entirely true; ultimately, it's because Toka didn't consider the pig-headed people around him as his own kind.

It's a bit strange to say this, since everyone is a pig-headed person, but Toka firmly believes that he is different from them.

Well, of course, this difference isn't because of the cruel treatment from those humans, but rather...

What was it? Toka himself couldn't say.

"Ring ring ring"

After a morning of work, the clear sound of the bell brought joy to the group of pig-headed people.

"Dinner's ready, you bunch of idiots!"

Without any supervision or urging, the pig-headed people swarmed to the stone troughs, eagerly waiting for their meal.

The foul-smelling food was poured from the plastic bucket into the stone trough, and the pig-headed people shoved each other and ate it with grunts.

Toka didn't try to grab it; with his strong physique, he could have easily been the first to enjoy lunch, but he simply waited quietly at the back.

"Toka, if you don't grab it, there won't be any food left," the overseer who was dumping the food laughed.

The pig-headed man didn't react; he knew the human didn't need his answer.

Huffing and puffing, despite the rather terrible food, the group of pig-headed men ate with great relish.

Toka only walked to the stone trough after all the other pig-headed people had finished eating.

He took a spoon out of his pocket and carefully scraped the food scraps from the corner and put them into his mouth.

"Toka, you are truly a gentleman among pig-headed men."

The overseers watched the pig-headed man's bizarre behavior with amusement; Toka always provided them with plenty of amusement.

"Why do you think he's eating with a spoon?" one person asked, stroking his chin.

"Maybe it tastes better when eaten with a spoon," someone said uncertainly.

Why don't the other pig-headed people learn from him?

"Forget it, one pig-headed man like Toka is enough for eating with a spoon."

The man speaking couldn't help but laugh, seemingly recalling the comical image of a group of pig-headed people eating with spoons around a stone trough.

"Toka is really strange, he always does some inexplicable things."

"Perhaps he's smarter?"

"Are you serious?"

“Of course, I think Toka might be the greatest of the pig-headed men,” one of the overseers joked.

"Haha, too bad he's still a pig-headed man."

"..."

Toka, who was being watched, didn't say anything. He slowly ate the leftovers in the stone trough and then returned to the assembly line.

The afternoon's work didn't go very smoothly; due to the overload of work, many of the workers made mistakes from time to time.

The overseers kept yelling and cursing, but to little avail.

"If you don't work hard, you're not getting any sleep today!"

Toka unconsciously thought of Morrison when he went out shopping; if that human were here, he would never have made such a decision.

Continuing to exploit the pig-headed laborers at this point would undoubtedly be unwise, but the overseers clearly didn't realize that.

"There are great differences among humans; the intelligent are very intelligent, and the unintelligent are really stupid," Toka concluded, summarizing another lesson.

When night fell, despite the foreman's earlier shouting, he eventually let the pig-headed men rest.

"I'll let you off the hook today, but you'll get back at me tenfold tomorrow!"