"Mr. Merlin, we have received your appointment. Thank you for your support and recognition, please come to the manager's office tomorrow at 2pm. ”

After seeing the news that his application had been approved, Merlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is meaningless death.

He used to be an ordinary clerk, doing a job that was neither good nor bad.

The daily task is to calculate the wages and bonuses of each person in the factory, calculate how much taxes the factory should pay, and calculate how many benefits and bonuses each person should have.

He occasionally has some extra money, such as making false accounts for the boss of the factory, and doing reasonable tax avoidance for their accounts.

For a person with a good intellect, this job is quite easy to do.

Because of his normal intelligence, his fake accounts are almost undiscovered by other young children, and his skills allow him to easily obtain several times the wealth of others, and make good profits in his world.

Until the arrival of those practitioners.

Seeing those cultivators descending from the sky, Merlin's heart was filled with horror.

It's not that he hasn't seen science fiction, and he has fantasized about what aliens are like, but he never imagined that they would actually fall from the sky, and they can manipulate the elements of the world and make all impossible things possible.

Only then did he realize that the place he was on was a factory planet, that some evil beings had polluted it, and that they were the last survivors.

What is produced in the factory is not a product, but a weapon of evil consciousness, and they unwittingly become accomplices of evil.

It stands to reason that they should have been hanged.

However, because he really didn't know anything about this kind of thing, Merlin was pardoned and went on with his accounting work.

After all, he was smart enough not to delve into the minds of those people, not to think about why they needed to make false accounts, and not to think about what they were actually doing.

He only needs to have money to raise his pet dog, his wife and two children.

He did do bad things, but it was his job.

What is there to blame for a serious worker?

And so, he was punished.

At the moment when the shadow invasion occurred, he saw with his own hands that the world in front of him was erased by an inexplicable force, and the world fell apart in front of him, and then began to deform in chaos.

Part of the world disappears, and part of it becomes connected to another. Gao Wei's existence was so unbelievable that Merlin didn't even understand what had just happened.

All he knew was that his beloved wife had disappeared without a trace, his two lovely children had disappeared, and everything he had once been proud of had dissipated at this moment, and it was only because of a shadow.

He began to hate everything around him madly, and began to curse everything he saw.

He began to reflect, thinking about whether his indifference had killed his wife and children. The bullets from the past finally hit the center of his eyebrow, taking away what he had dreamed of before.

He began to actively fight the raging humans, even if they were wounded.

He began to lose sensitivity to pain, he even began to crave blood, and he was praying for death as atonement for his sins.

But something unfortunate happened.

He found himself unable to die.

He had been partially polluted, and the appearance of the shadow had given him some immortality.

He also gets hurt and bleeds, but his body seems to keep track of his peak form, allowing him to recover automatically every once in a while.

Even if his head is cut off, he can't die, and his special power makes him an extremely special existence on the battlefield, and he continues to grow stronger in the process of dying.

Compared to the others, he is lucky.

He saw with his own hands that evil black shadow streaked across the sky, across the faces of his companions, and gave the other party countless confusion and despair, and finally stopped in utter madness.

He was extremely fortunate among the countless people who had gained strength because of his shadow.

But not being able to die meant that he couldn't be freed from self-blame, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would see his loved ones wailing in hell and burning in endless flames.

Every time he woke up, he was covered in sweat and knew that if he didn't let the world go back to its original form, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

This obsession with revenge led him to come here and join the group formed by the players.

This organization is extremely powerful, and their leaders are wise and decisive and act quickly.

While the others were still in chaos because of the shadows, they had organized a powerful force and began to establish order in the ruins.

After learning the basic information about this group, Merlin almost didn't hesitate and decided to join here and contribute here.

After reviewing his information, the new organization immediately called Merlin over

Excited, Merlin arrives at the appointed time and prepares to accept his mission.

Before coming here, he had already learned the basic information about the Six Sons, the Evil Sect, and the other administrators

The six sons are evil and capable, and the evil sect is capable and evil.

There's another one whose name I can't remember, but I've heard of evil but I don't have much power.

In the past, a character like this would not have been allegiance to Merlin at all.

But now that all order is destroyed, an evil and powerful ruler is more trustworthy than a bunch of good and cowardly fellows.

So when he met the evil sect, Merlin was ready to be used as a human weapon.

After sorting out his position information, Merlin looked at the evil sect in front of him, and his eyes flashed with the light of enlightenment.

"My lord, who do you need me to stone to death?"

The evil sect looked at the other party's information, and then looked at himself. Then I lamented that the person who recently collected information was really unreliable.

What kind of neuroses have been sent to me?

But now is the time to employ people, after all, those zombies don't have their own thinking, although they are more comfortable in some dangerous industries and physical activities, but in the matter of using their brains, there is really no use.

So he waved his hand to silence Merlin, and then said to Merlin, "Truth be told, we need you to do something more brainstormy. ”

"Mental work?" After thinking for a while, Merlin nodded seriously, "Can you already use the head bomb?" This technology has a wide range of applications, and I like it a lot. ”

"Do you really know how to use your brain properly?" The evil sect sighed, "I said it more directly, I want you to help us make money." ”

"When is it, you still want to make money! Hurry up and let me die! ”

At this moment, both the Evil Sect and Merlin had the same idea.

Met with mental illness.

It's a great day to be in good spirits!

(End of chapter)