A Staffed Cleaner

[Character]: Allen (2/10)

[Occupation]: Lv0 Alchemist

[Skills]: Lv0 Decomposition, Lv0 Refinement

[Time]: 1940, Hydra.

[Requirements]: Current occupation max Lv120, can return to original timeline.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Allen's head was submerged in the water, continuously blowing bubbles.

Ha!

After a while, he lifted his head to breathe before submerging again.

Natasha held the joystick, quietly watching him go wild.

Waiting for Allen to lift his head to breathe again, she asked expectantly, "How's my artificial turbocharger? Is the speed much faster."

"The effect is excellent, please continue."

Natasha wouldn't expose him. She finally had some quiet time and let Allen torment himself.

"I really am an inventor. I've developed a human engine, Unit 1, ignite."

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

As the speedboat entered Soviet territory, they encountered troops waiting to escort them.

"Comrades, good evening."

Allen put on a leader's air: "Thank you for your hard work."

As the speedboat approached, the Soviets didn't waste time. They put a cloth hood over Allen's head and took him directly to the interrogation location.

"Playing mysterious, sounds exciting. Are you going to use a honey trap? My stamina is very good, please prepare ten. If there are eleven beautiful women, I won't be able to resist and will confess everything."

Allen didn't forget to remind them, "They must be silk stockings with lace embroidery. My stamina can increase by 300%."

At this moment, a soldier yanked off the hood, took a hemp rope from his pocket, tied several tight knots, and stuffed it into his mouth, completely silencing him.

Mmmph mmmph mmmph...

Allen couldn't make a sound with the gag, and with his head covered, he looked very anxious.

"Natasha, welcome back safely."

A middle-aged lieutenant colonel greeted him with a smile. A special medal on his uniform indicated an extraordinary identity.

"It's an honor to see you again, Director Karpov."

Natasha's expression was solemn, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

The man belonged to the Soviet Union's highest security agency, externally known as the famous KGB. Special departments like the Red Room and Red Guard were all managed by the KGB.

Karpov was one of the most prestigious among the younger generation of officers.

"During the return trip, did the other party exhibit any suspicious behavior?" Karpov asked casually.

"No."

Natasha replied truthfully, appearing very professional. "He might genuinely be mentally ill."

"Mentally ill?"

Karpov's expression faltered. He found it hard to believe that the Axis powers would imprison scientists and mentally ill individuals together.

"It's difficult for me to describe. Please judge for yourself, Director."

Natasha rubbed her temples, recalling Allen's incessant chatter, and felt a bit of nervous exhaustion. She even suspected that the Axis powers had locked him in the same cell as the scientists simply to torment them.

They arrived at the interrogation room.

Two interrogators were already waiting.

This was a necessary procedure to prevent spies from infiltrating the Soviet Union.

Special attention was paid to scientific researchers, as any incident could cause immeasurable losses.

The so-called interrogators included one who was a mutant with psychic abilities, capable of sensing lies through speech.

At this moment, Allen sat in the interrogation chair, looking a bit dejected.

He probably wasn't subjected to physical and mental interrogation by ten beautiful women.

"Name?"

"Odeumuvilvinennyertuvenviuvunmubensaus."

"..."

Allen's response was astonishing.

Was that even a name?

"This is a damn spell!"

"Your name?"

The interrogator repeated.

Allen naturally repeated, "Odeumuvilvinennyertuvenviuvunmubensaus."

The mutant interrogator shook his head, indicating Allen wasn't lying.

Isn't it strange that Allen would have a name from the Odin Family?

It's because when he was playing on the computer at the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, he saw a video of Odeubiao driving a truck full of bananas across the African continent. He unilaterally announced his joining of the Odin clan, vowing to live a life of driving trucks full of bananas in the future.

Skip it, next question.

"What are your specialties?"

Specialties?

Allen looked down between his legs, a confident smile appearing on his face.

The interrogator immediately interrupted, "What can you do?"

"I can research and be researched," Allen said calmly.

The corners of the two interrogators' mouths twitched.

Being researched counts as a skill?!

Allen wasn't lying; at the Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, he was researched by doctors, and at the same time, he kindly helped other patients research their cases.

"In what field is Dr. Wilson Duke an expert?"

"Don't know him."

Allen retorted, "Where is this place?"

"You don't know, and you escaped together?" The interrogator rubbed his forehead.

"They all left, so I followed," Allen replied.

Actually, Allen had been confused the entire time, not even understanding when the operation began.

He didn't know Dr. Zola, who assigned the tasks, at all.

Upon arriving in this timeline, he followed the principle of attaching himself to whoever had the strongest backing and naturally joined Hydra.

Dr. Zola's previous mission was very vague, making Allen feel like a headless fly, just rushing around with everyone else.

"This is the Soviet Union, you are safe now," the interrogator comforted him.

At this moment, Allen's expression turned resolute, "I am a youth raised under the red flag, with no ideals, no savings, and no partner. I am willing to be a brick for my motherland, to be moved wherever needed. Please use me to your heart's content."

"No thank you," the interrogator flatly refused.

"I will achieve your dreams with my own hands."

Allen raised his hands, deliberately lowering his tone.

The interrogation ended.

It was the interrogator who couldn't handle Allen's thought process, almost burning out his own CPU.

Of course, Allen successfully passed the interrogation not only because he wasn't lying but also crucially with the help of Hydra agents.

After a series of covert operations by Hydra agents, Allen was honorably admitted to the Weapons Development Bureau as a cleaner.

At least he had secured a position.

His daily work was simple: collect garbage from various offices and then burn it.

Sitting by the pile of garbage, Allen studied his professional panel.

[lv0 Decomposition: Can decompose and restore processed items.]

[lv0 Refinement: Can refine and purify decomposed and restored materials.]

"Alchemy is also a life skill. Having seen through the bloodshed, I've already washed my hands of it."

Allen reached for his pants behind his butt and took out The Blade of Redemption obtained in the previous timeline.

The problem was, where was The Blade of Redemption hidden?

Allen would never tell anyone that it had been tucked between his buttocks, and considering hygiene, it was held there through his underwear.

Allen stated that if he set his mind to it, nothing was impossible.

"Decompose."

He stared intently at The Blade of Redemption, waiting for a long time without any change.

"Could it be that the item level is too high?"

Allen then took out a test tube of Serpent's Blood from under his arm.

He had obtained it from the League of Assassins' base. At the time, he saw the Hydra agents stealing it, so he took a tube as well, thinking it might be useful.

He tried to decompose the Serpent's Blood again, but the result remained unchanged.

"Oh dear, oh dear, this is terrible, my magic seems to have failed."