What were you asking a corporate drone to do?
You wanted a corporate drone to work overtime and exercise too. You were practically leaving corporate drones no way to survive.
"Right... Since there was very little activity at night in that special city, could you perform the fusion surgery at night—that is, during the daytime in reality—before Aili and Kevin entered the dreamscape?" Dr. Mei proposed.
"I'll look for the Eighth Herrscher during the day in that dreamscape, then when it's time to rest at night, I'll come to reality's daytime and continue performing fusion surgeries..."
"Mei, if you want me to work twenty-four hours straight and drop dead from overwork, just say so. You really don't need to beat around the bush. Are you an undercover agent sent by the Eighth Herrscher?"
Through those helmets, Ye Yunshang and the others could treat playing games in the Dreamscape Game as sleeping, but ordinary people did not have that privilege.
"I was only putting forward a hypothesis." Mei shook her head.
In a sense, Mei was also an utterly demonic boss.
After all, Mei had once forced Mobius to revise the Stigmata Project proposal a full fifteen times!
Fifteen versions!
Luckily, Mei had not chosen the first proposal, or Mobius might already have gone dark.
New World's Savior's Insignia—Dr. Spacetime
"Long time no see, little Griseo. Let big brother hold you... Kosma, could you stop staring at me? I won't do anything to Griseo." After pinching little Griseo's cheeks, Chen Luo spoke to Kosma, who was watching him warily from the side.
"By seniority, we're the same generation. Griseo should call you uncle," Kosma reminded him.
"No way. Who are you calling uncle, old man? Are we that close? I'm only eighteen." Chen Luo looked at Kosma with a disgusted expression.