How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

Call your boss immediately!

"...We're so close, couldn't you just call me?"

Then I saw my boss, who looked utterly speechless, walk over from the innermost training room.

In response, the customer service representative could only nod towards the training room and then move a little distance from the computer screen, leaving everything unsaid.

Little Broken Ball: "..."

Sometimes I really feel that these subordinates are seriously ill.

Ignoring my own frequent lapses in judgment, I thought to myself.

In any case, if her subordinates are secretly reporting on her behind her back, then it must be something she really needs to see.

After all, he was her own son, and she knew his cleverness very well.

"...So how did she make the red line work?" Little Broken Ball's eyes widened after a moment!

The customer service representative's eyes widened in surprise: "Oh! My boss! How come you can't think of anything either?!"

She was hoping the person who crossed the line would explain things to her!

"As long as something you just sculpted can run, that's fine!" the little broken ball retorted confidently.

The customer service representative didn't know what to complain about for a moment.

As long as it has nothing to do with the safety of the main world, this boss Gouba really does have the attitude that anything can be done as long as he can run away.

"So, without the matching puppet, how exactly did you get the B-line program running? It wouldn't run at all when I tried before!"

"Doesn't that just make your son look smart?" the customer service representative said, half-sarcastically.

"Hey boss, if nothing unexpected happens, your kid is probably bound to you. Just do some reverse analysis and you'll understand how she got the red line program running, right?"

The little ball rolled its eyes at the customer service representative. (Possibly a red line)

"Did it not work for me?"

Not only did it not work, but there wasn't even a trace of the red line connecting it.

"So... your kid was actually bluffing me?" The customer service representative was a little unsure.

"It's possible, but unlikely."

Little Ball hates things going in ways that are beyond her expectations.

She sculpted the red thread, and her attitude was that as long as it could run, that was fine. However, she was still clear about the specific procedures of the red thread. If one end of the red thread was missing the matching puppet, it would not be able to run.

To create this puppet with the red thread, it must first be able to connect to the corresponding target.

But she didn't feel anything trying to connect with her, nor did she feel the red line's program connecting with her.

"I probably didn't lie about using the red line, but whether it actually worked or not is definitely a lie... no, maybe I didn't lie about that either, I just left things unsaid."

After much thought, Little Broken Ball came to this conclusion.

Lying is pointless. After all, this is her home turf. If it were a lie, she would instinctively detect the problem and scold her own slacking-off subordinate instead of coming over to discuss it.

"It worked, but only for her. That's the information she revealed in the group. It's just that her words misled you, making you think that the red thread had fully worked."

"But if that's the case, the problem is back to square one, isn't it?" The customer service representative emphasized the core of the issue, "I still don't understand how she got the red line program running!"

"...If nothing unexpected happens, she should have connected the red thread to her own origin." The little broken ball thought for a moment and replied.

The essence of a puppet is to act as a conduit for the thread of fate.

Before an individual achieves transcendence, all kinds of causal lines are like open source, blatantly floating outside, and can be pulled at will as long as there are enough means.

Once one has achieved transcendence, one will gather everything together and become detached and independent of everything.

However, this does not mean that those causal lines no longer exist; they have simply changed from an open-source state to a private state. If one can break through the Dao foundation of a transcendent being, or if it is done by the individual's own will, various causal lines can still be pulled out.

"So, your kid created a weakness for himself?" The customer service representative stuck a note of surprise on her face.

"Is this because they think they're not at a disadvantage enough?"

"..." Little Broken Ball also stuck a speechless note to himself, lamenting how stupid his subordinate was. No wonder she tricked him into working as a security guard and customer service representative for so long.

"If you can even think that connecting the red line to your own origin is creating a weakness for yourself, then why don't you think about why you even brought it up in the first place?"

"Uh..." The customer service representative paused for a moment, a little embarrassed, "Doesn't this make me look stupid?"

You know that too!

The little broken ball rolled its eyes.

"This is an open conspiracy."

"Huh? A conspiracy?" the customer service representative exclaimed in surprise. "Isn't this a plot to lure you into crossing the line?"

"..." The little broken ball paused for a moment, then reached into the customer service lady's brain and turned on the switch.

"Oh, I see. Your kid not only connected to his own origin, but also connected the other end into the main world's operating system!"

The red thread won't work if only one end is tied.

But the little ball himself didn't feel anything, while it took effect on the kid's side, with the image of the little ball appearing in his mind. It was obvious where the other end of the red thread was tied.

It is currently integrated with the Little Broken Planet, forming a unified world operating system.

"If I touch the red thread, my kid will probably take it off her end and tie me up in no time," Little Broken Ball said.

The moment she got the answer, she checked it and found that her son had cleverly fused the red thread directly to the connection between her and the operating system, so that it would neither cause any reaction on her side nor affect the operation of the system.

This connection point was only created yesterday, after my own child signed the contract, signifying that she has separated from the operating system.

That kid has such keen senses in every sense of the word.

Chapter 1618 Wanting Both, Unable to Give Up Anything

Miss Brainless waited for a long time in the training room, but there was no response from outside or in the chat group, so she could only sigh silently.

Life is tough, the fox sighed.

"I didn't fall for it, just as I expected~"

The little broken ball didn't touch the red thread tied to the other end of her connection point, which prevented a quick victory and made Miss Fox very unhappy.

However, I never expected it to be that easy to succeed from the start.

It's mainly her side.

The red thread wasn't actually tied to her destined marriage line. Instead, in a more ruthless way, Miss Fox made a hole in "herself," threaded the red thread through it, and tied it to the key.

Although it looks like a prop that was casually made, the fact that the red thread was made by Little Broken Ball alone makes it valuable enough.

"Nothing could be more suitable!"

The part of the key that has been integrated into her is virtually impossible for her to remove on her own, but the part that hasn't been integrated into her yet isn't without a chance to be returned!

And this red thread, hand-kneaded by the little broken ball, is undoubtedly the best transmission tool.

From the very beginning, her goal was not to run away or to put on a self-inflicted death act that would have made running away even more difficult.

Instead, it dragged the little broken ball backward!

She can't escape! And you, her unfilial mother, aren't going anywhere either!

"You bastard! You're so unfilial!!"

Inside the customer service representative's room, the little broken ball, whose kind expression had completely crumbled, let out a sharp, explosive sound!

She wasn't incapable of resolving the issue, but it was clear that this behavior truly disgusted her! She was utterly disgusted!

The evaluation is from work.

The customer service representative, who was slacking off nearby, commented on it in this way.

"What does this have to do with work!"

The little broken ball roared, "This beta brat's scheme is right here! She wants to steal my tricks on how to dismantle herself and her permissions!"

"Then why can't we just use access restrictions to prevent people from seeing it...?"

Before she could finish speaking, the customer service representative was glared at by the little broken ball.

This made the customer service representative quickly realize that her boss had already granted her son some permissions.

Although it's just a small amount, the fact that one's boss is already separating this from the overall operating system makes this small amount of access extremely valuable, and it's not something that one's boss can easily block in their current state.

Unless you reintegrate yourself into the original body.

"The criticism is self-inflicted."

"...Who knew that β bastard could cause me such a big mess with the red thread?" Little Broken Ball himself certainly didn't expect it.

"Doesn't that just make your son look smart?" the customer service representative quickly complimented.

Well, at least it sounds like a compliment.

The customer service representative also sensed the chilling murderous aura emanating from her expressionless boss and quickly tried to salvage the situation:

"It's no wonder you were so excited about getting off work that your brain stopped working, which gave that brat an opportunity to take advantage of you."

The murderous aura visibly subsided.

This didn't sound like a compliment, but it worked quite well; at least the little ball wasn't so angry anymore.

"Indeed, if I hadn't been so excited, that β bastard wouldn't have been able to seize this opportunity so easily."

They all started to reflect on themselves.

It's all my fault for being careless!

"It's pointless to trace who's at fault now; the biggest problem is how to solve it."

The little broken ball tapped on the table, signaling to her subordinates to quickly use their brains to share the burden.

However, the customer service representative's eyes gleamed with intelligence, and she immediately offered a solution:

"How about cutting the red line directly?"

Little Broken Ball: ...Does your brain even have a timer shutdown program?

The boss sighed, lamenting that his subordinates were too useless.

"...Now that damn red thread is part of that brat. It can be cut, but if that happens, that beta brat will definitely take the opportunity to cut off its tail to survive, connecting the source that has merged with the authority, along with that key, to the red thread so I can cut it, and then escape severely injured..."

"I'll go catch him ahead of time..."

The customer service representative paused, only to be glared at by the little broken ball.

"Then she'll just show it to you."

It's something even a fool could understand, so why can't this subordinate understand it at all!

The reason why a conspiracy is considered a conspiracy is that even if you know about it, there's not much you can do to deal with it. No matter what you do, you'll lose money. If you go along with their ideas, at least you can still make a profit.

"But there's nothing we can do about open schemes. Shouldn't this usually happen when the two sides are evenly matched or when the strong are against the weak? Why is it that we're completely dominating, yet we're still being threatened by that bastard with an open scheme?" The customer service representative deeply hurt her boss.

Little Broken Ball was speechless. She suspected that her subordinate was doing it on purpose, but she had no evidence because the guy's eyes were very clear.

Sigh, what kind of subordinates are these?

"Normally, it should be as you described..."

However, they couldn't let that β bastard die, at least not in a clean and undisturbed way. But the β bastard wasn't afraid of death and was even planning how to die cleanly, which actually limited their power.

Where there are demands, there are weaknesses; where there are weaknesses, the party without weaknesses will exploit them.

"Shall we take advantage of that beta brat's weakness?"

Then the customer service representative froze.

As the one who proposed it, she hadn't expected Miss Fox to have any weaknesses that could be exploited.

The group members probably want to drag them down with them.

If she's the goddaughter Sirin, then why not just threaten her parents from before she transmigrated?

However, in this way, the customer service representative can imagine the scenario without even trying it.

That brat would surely say: "What else can I do? I can't beat him, so I can only tearfully commit suicide again. This is a necessary sacrifice."

Yes, if you lack the ability to handle a multiple-choice question, you will choose not to handle it.

"Boss, what should we do? This looks perfect from every angle."