Half a month later, border defense line.
Central Mobilization Center.
At the core of the layered border lockdowns, countless white specks still danced across the enormous screen like static. Like a blizzard, they flickered endlessly against the black background.
The red lights constantly flashing on and off across the dashboard had already begun to cause visual fatigue.
After watching them for too long, people even became numb.
Wasn't it just a Level Two Present Realm alert? Normal, normal, no big deal...
Sustained by unlimited coffee and three-hour rapid sleep services, the staff sat before the screens like walking corpses. Whenever they chatted during breaks, they discussed the recently popular Eternal Paradise jokes.
Thanks to the success of the soul reclamation strategy, the thickness of Hell joke collections had recently doubled. Two new volumes had even been released, carefully selecting a total of four hundred and sixty-one jokes.
Half of them had "overtime" as their keyword, while the other half had "death by overwork."
From that perspective, the Ranch Owner's food chain did not seem quite so terrifying.
What was the Unified Bureau?
The overtime the Ranch Owner did not dare impose, the Unified Bureau dared impose. The minimum wage the Ranch Owner did not dare approve, the Unified Bureau dared approve. The workload the Ranch Owner did not dare increase, the Unified Bureau dared increase... The benefits the Ranch Owner could not cut? Heh, guess what? We did not cut them either, but we could make sure nobody got to use them!
Heh, what God of Hell? Total trash...
Thus, occasional bursts of cheer filled the suffocating atmosphere that had driven people mad year after year. The supervisors saw it but did not interfere. As long as the psychological assessments showed no problems, they let such trivial matters slide.
"Everyone's