Paragon City, Underhive.
The man in golden robes and the giant in green robes walked down the street. Their appearance should have drawn the Underhive residents' attention, yet no one saw them, as though they did not exist.
The two moved as if through empty territory and entered a steelworks.
They happened to see hundreds upon thousands of workers in yellow uniforms gathered outside the cafeteria on the side.
The factory director, dressed in black and yellow, spoke loudly.
"The production statistics for the previous five Work Cycles have been completed."
"Congratulations to all of you. You have met the minimum standard. Each of you may receive one portion of food from the Cradle of the Sea, enough for every family to have one meal."
"The previous round's reward is seaweed, suitable for soup." Seeing the eager looks below, he smiled. "No one will be left out. Now, line up to collect it."
The two saw that the workers received small packets of seaweed, each about the size of a normal person's palm.
The factory director clapped his hands lightly. "Anyone who exceeded their work quota may receive additional food."
"The food for the previous round is rice grown in the Cradle of the Sea. You can mix the rice with seaweed to make seafood rice."
"The top eleven workers may also receive an extra tuna. That will make the seafood rice even more delicious."
All the workers widened their eyes and stared at the factory director.
"A total of three hundred and three people exceeded their work quotas. Your rewards have been calculated. When you hear your name, come forward in order to collect them."
The man in golden robes turned away. He had already obtained his answer.
After a moment, he spoke.
"The method is simple, but