Miscalculation

Tian Jiahhao was twenty-six years old, an utterly ordinary corporate drone.

After graduating from a third-rate university, he returned to his hometown and found a low-paying clerical job.

Perhaps because he looked "honest and dependable," he was well-liked by his bosses and coworkers. Before he knew it, he had become a "pillar" of the company, an all-around employee who had somehow turned a job that didn't require overtime into one that kept him working until everyone else had left the office every single day.

Tian Jiahhao had wanted to fight back, and he had tried.

But after his boss's smiling face, as if he'd learned to change expressions in an instant, suddenly turned cold,

Tian Jiahhao gave in under that intimidating pressure.

There was no helping it. He wasn't good at communicating, and refusing people at work was simply too hard for him.

The courage he occasionally managed to muster was easily crushed by his coworkers' and boss's suddenly cold expressions.

Reality really was boring.

Fortunately, after getting home, watching anime and playing games gave Tian Jiahhao some comfort and helped him keep going, however reluctantly.

Inside a luxurious room of over a hundred square meters, there was a chair like a king's throne in the middle, surrounded by beautiful girls. Tian Jiahhao was in high spirits, his happiness reaching its peak.

Why had he ended up here?

Why was he being treated like this?

Tian Jiahhao didn't know, and he didn't understand.

Had he transmigrated?

Weren't there always scenes like this in anime and novels?

There was no need to investigate, and no point in doing so.

Tian Jiahhao only needed to know that this world was awesome!

That was enough!

As usual, today he was going to interview the cute girls applying for jobs at the Castle.

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