"Uh... hehe... You came to work in person?"
Cheng Shi no longer knew what he was saying. He only knew that he had to put some distance between himself and the boss before him.
As though he had only just learned to walk, he took two steps back, then two more, and then two more... He did not stop until his back hit the infinitely extending pure-white wall of the archive. Leaning against it and desperately trying not to collapse, he forced out a smile that could not have been any faker and greeted him:
"When did you get here?"
The boss's eyes instantly rolled white, as though he had reviewed the archive's memories from the past. Then he said with utmost seriousness:
"If you think you said something blasphemous that you shouldn't have said in front of me, and are hoping that I didn't hear it, I can tell you that I did.
"No matter when you come here, I can see all the memories here.
"As you said, this is my 'home.'"
"..."
Did the pressure have to be this intense whenever we chatted?
You're making me nervous.
Cheng Shi shrank back, gave two awkward laughs, and quickly steered the conversation away from the matter of "blasphemy."
"Then you should have heard why I came here too. Do you agree to this deal?"
The boss scrutinized Cheng Shi with an indifferent gaze and gave a derisive laugh.
"I don't yet know what the deal entails. How can I agree to it?
"Besides, you're only a mortal. What gives you the confidence to negotiate with me?"
Once the exchange entered this territory, it became Cheng Shi's specialty. His gaze instantly hardened, and he launched straight into it:
"True God, allow me to explain. My confidence naturally comes from your