Blessings That Would Bring Capitalists to Tears and a Bizarre Statue
Upon arriving at the Glory Enterprises factory, Mike finally saw his child.
Unsurprisingly, the child also developed a strange, dull, and numb demeanor.
Mike tried to pull him away, but the boy refused, insisting, "My current role is the Public Relations Manager. Please address me by my title, not my first name."
"Okay, manager, can you come with me?" Mike asked patiently.
"No, it's not time to leave work yet!" the manager said sternly.
Mike was about to reprimand them when his wife and children pulled him on a tour of the factory.
"Firstly, regarding the R&D department, our company has always insisted on avoiding animal testing during the R&D process. But there's no need to worry; our products absolutely pose no safety risks."
"The lack of relevant animal testing does not mean that product safety cannot be guaranteed. Glory Enterprise's approach is simple, but it requires the cooperation of the Resources Department."
Mike shivered inexplicably.
"Next is our production workshop. Glory Enterprise has abandoned modern equipment and adopted a completely handmade production process, which is green, natural, and additive-free."
"This saves on equipment costs and greatly increases the workload for employees, ensuring that no employee is idle."
Mike wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Next comes the product packaging department. The products produced are handed over to the employees here for packaging. We only produce one type of product— Blessing Candy!"
Blessing Candy? The name sounds alright, but Mike thinks that anything appearing in this city is most likely problematic!
Sure enough, his child... oh no, I mean the manager, continued his introduction:
"Blessing Candy is the best product produced under the core philosophy of putting people first!"
"This candy can keep the user energetic at night, allowing them to continue working diligently and attentively."
"This greatly increases the effective working time of each employee!"
"In fact, Glory Enterprise requires every employee to purchase and consume 'Blessing Candy' at their own expense before starting work, thus achieving true '007 Blessings'!"
Mike was completely stunned. What kind of advanced business model was this—"self-production, self-sales, and self-purchasing"?
Those evil capitalists!
But what happened next was even more shocking.
"The revenue generated from employees purchasing the Blessing Candy' just offsets a portion of the candy's production costs."
"In addition, employees have to pay a monthly meal fee to achieve the goal of 'paying to work,' thus solving the employment problem."
This is fucking insane!
Mike had only one thought: run!
He tried to pull his wife and children out, but they refused to leave and even tried to stuff candy into his mouth.
Mike was furious; in fact, he had a vague realization that the two people in front of him seemed to be monsters in human skin.
But... he was unwilling to give up until the very last moment.
During the argument, a group of people had already gathered nearby.
They were all employees of Glory Enterprise, and they were attracted by the noise from the family of three.
Everyone was staring intently at Mike, as if they were admiring an oddball.
An ominous premonition suddenly welled up in my heart.
Mike finally couldn't take the pressure anymore, pushed through the crowd, and ran away.
But no matter where he went, as long as he remained in this city, he would always see those same faces, their eyes always fixed on him.
Fear ran deep in his bones. He drove aimlessly through the city, only to be horrified to discover that there was no way out of the city!
"What on earth is going on?" In a panic, Mike slammed on the gas pedal and pulled out his phone to call the police.
It's completely unreachable.
Shit!
After several attempts, Mike figured out the pattern: the phone could only make calls within Glory City; he could call his wife and children, but he couldn't communicate with the outside world.
Mike didn't dare stop and searched everywhere for an exit.
Finally, the car ran out of fuel and broke down.
The car happened to stop in front of the church. Mike froze for a moment, then suddenly started trembling.
This church looks like the scene from his nightmare last night!
"Sinner!"
A call came from inside the church, and the rising mist enveloped Mike. As if he had lost his mind, he started walking towards the church.
The statues on the church dome radiated a holy light, and for a moment, Mike felt as if he had seen through the illusions of the world and attained ultimate peace of mind.
He was about to kneel down and repent for the mistakes he had made in his life.
Suddenly, a biting wind swept by, and icy snowflakes landed on Mike's face, instantly waking him up.
I looked up and wished I was still awake!
As the cold wind blew, the Holy Light surrounding the statue gradually faded, revealing what was hidden beneath the light... something blasphemous.
What idols are there?
It's clearly a demon statue, resembling a rotting corpse!
The statue has a ferocious grin, with bulging veins all over its body and is covered with deformed protrusions that look like dense blisters.
These protrusions are covered with countless chrysanthemum-shaped, rotting cavities of varying sizes, resembling fistulas of flesh, which are spraying out a thin mist!
Thin fog layers accumulate to form dense fog.
The thick fog that shrouds the Glory City seems to have originated from this.
The wind and snow inside the church gradually intensified, and the fog emanating from the statues increased.
It was as if two unknown forces were clashing; at times Mike saw a holy idol, and at other times a blasphemous demon.
His consciousness was in a state of confusion, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a standard smile, exactly like the pedestrians on the streets of Glory City.
"Wake up! Run!"
A sudden, deep voice rang in my ears like a thunderclap.
Mike regained consciousness and instinctively turned and rushed out of the church.
However, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't move quickly at all, dragging his feet like an old man with osteoporosis.
A cold, icy hand suddenly grabbed the back of his collar.
Immediately afterwards, Mike felt as if he were walking on clouds, and his whole body floated up.
Turning my head slightly, I saw Hu Jiu.
"It's you? Are you Superman from the East?!"
Perhaps he was imagining something, but his voice was weak, yet it carried a hint of barely concealed excitement.
"Yes, yes, I am Superman." Hu Jiu replied perfunctorily, dragging Mike to a corner on the edge of the city.
Thick fog enveloped the area outside the city. Hu Jiu put Mike down and asked directly, "Tell me, what happened to you?"
Mike really wanted to ask if he could be bitten by a spider or cockroach and turn into something like Spider-Man or Cockroach Man, but he answered Hu Jiu's question first.