You Have a New Job (Continued)

Anqi's sudden voice startled him, and he instinctively yelled back in a threatening tone.

Anqi, carrying her food basket, seemed unaffected by Kalpas's terrifying aura, merely tilting her head in a daze.

"But eating can make people feel good, even if the body doesn't need it."

"I said I don't need it! Can't you understand human language at all!?"

"Because, Brother Kalpas kept yelling, like a shy but angry little child."

"Ha!??"

Kalpas felt that the uncontrollable anger from yesterday surged up again.

Unfazed by the sweltering heat, Anqi squatted down and calmly laid out the food on the ground, saying:

"Brother Kalpas, I didn't sense your seriousness. I just felt that you were venting... These aren't real words, so I don't understand what Brother Kalpas is trying to express."

"You brat!"

"Come and eat. If you're going to refuse me, at least calm down and tell me why. Is eating making you feel unwell? Or are you worried I'll poison you? Anything is fine, just give me a reasonable reason so I won't worry about you, and I won't bring you food."

"We've only just met! And I tore your body apart yesterday, have you forgotten the burning pain?"

"It's alright. I'm used to pain and death. I'm not afraid. Brother Kalpas helped me, so at least before I leave, I want to take good care of Brother Kalpas."

"You..."

Whether this was a decisive blow or not, Anqi didn't know.

Anyway, she expressed her goodwill.

Anqi indeed harbored no ill will towards Flame-Chasers, and she would continue to employ Kalpas as an experimenter in the future. Therefore, what Anqi was doing now was, in her view, payment to Kalpas, which was perfectly reasonable.

"Bang!"

After Anqi had been gone for a while, Qianjie, whose expression was constantly changing, Kalpas punched the ruins next to him and shattered them.

Then, they walked over to the food and sat down.

Dinner's ready! We can't waste food!

For Anqi, there was little difference between a meal for four people and a meal for three.

She was still able to focus her main energy on Möbius's laboratory.

"What's this?"

"I am Thousand-Person Ruler, with a Theater of Domination and numerous clones. These are some adjustments we recently made based on the Doctor's initial plan; please give your judgment."

"A clone? One that thinks independently?"

"Right."

Anqi revealed a little more information.

Mobius didn't think much of it and instead handed over a stack of documents.

"Go and investigate and verify it for me. Give me a reply in three days... no, two days."

"Yes!"

Klein, who was organizing documents nearby, looked up, her small eyes revealing immense shock.

She gestured the height of her task file, then estimated the height of Anqi's file, and finally compared their deadlines.

"Anqi, do you want to reconsider? If you need it, you can share some with me."

Klein tugged at Anqi's sleeve and made the suggestion to the wonderful person in her heart.

Anqi weighed the portion in her hand, then shook her head and refused.

"Two days, I can handle it."

"No, no, no, you probably don't know how complex Dr. Mobius's research is. You are just a human being."

No, I am not alone.

"... Okay, my suggestion remains valid. I'm heading back to my office now. Don't hesitate to come find me if you need anything."

Unable to persuade Anqi, Klein had no choice but to leave with her mission. Her frequent glances back before leaving were filled with worry, though it was unclear whether she was more concerned about Anqi or worried about how well Mobius's needs were being met.

"Bang!"

Two days later, Anqi indeed handed a stack of reports to Mobius.

The reason it's described as being underfoot is because it's quite substantial, featuring both text and images, and incorporating a large amount of actual test data and analytical results.

Mobius shifted his aircraft slightly to the side, and his eye twitched slightly.

In reality, so many experiments within such a short timeframe were merely routine tests to assess the efficiency and capabilities of the new assistants. Just like Cang Xuan and Dan Zhu, who collapsed from exhaustion on the first day, Mobius wouldn't reprimand them much; he would simply calculate the amount of resources available for exploitation in the future.

However, Anqi actually submitted it.

"Ahem! The efficiency is acceptable. Let me see how good the quality is."

Mobius pretended everything was normal, slowly extending his hand, intending to symbolically flip through it and then give a basic evaluation or something.

"Doctor, these are some new ideas I've had over the past two days. Please take a look."

Anqi handed over a new stack of documents and drawings.

Those big, watery eyes blinked, filled with obedience and admiration.

Mobius glanced at the experimental report, which was almost as tall as him, and then at the conceptual document in Anqi's hand, and fell silent.