"Fuck, I'm so screwed. Why isn't this shitty job over yet? The higher-ups got a sudden rush of blood to the head and decided to add an A test."
As he complained, Luo Le plugged a cable into the port at the back of his skull. "These corporate executives are such idiots. They suddenly demand an emergency test within twenty-four hours—they don't have to stick this fucking tube into their own heads, so of course they don't think it hurts."
"Don't rush." His colleague Xue Nian glanced at the Publicity Department member beside them, who was clumsily pulling on a Neural Link suit with help from logistics staff. "Look at that kid from publicity. He's even more anxious than we are."
"We're all wage slaves. He got assigned a task in the middle of the night too, something about shooting a PV. Just wait until he experiences a full-body Neural Link for the first time—that feeling..."
Old Luo shouted as he inserted his employee card into the machine.
Beep—
Employee account authenticated. Login complete. Qiqiao Network A12 Game Tester: Luo Le
"I need to check my physical condition—heart rate 119. Whew, don't get mad. Don't get mad."
The string of physiological data before his eyes showed that he was not in great shape. Luo Le took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down.
"Be grateful. Us criminals not getting sent to a colony planet to watch Devouring Beasts bare their fangs is already the central AI taking pity on us. What more do you want?" Xue Nian, also a game tester, was used to it. "I'm already satisfied just being allowed to remain on the home planet as an exception."
"It's nothing but a new prison cell—fuck, criminals are people too. Even prisons run on eight-hour workdays.