Wages would not fall from the sky.
Absolutely not!
The reason he was so certain was not because such a rare probability could never happen, but because wages had never existed in the first place. Excuse me, Sky Rail had gone bankrupt centuries ago and defaulted on all its debts. You still wanted wages?
Dream on!
Even more tragically, none of the work could be skipped, and it was all a chaotic mess of trouble.
"I know this is difficult, but it's an order, newbie!"
"Sky Rail may be vast, but we have nowhere left to retreat. Behind us is the Central Dispatch Center."
"Life and death hang in the balance today... probably."
Inside the dispatch command room, the dispatcher Buabu in the picture frame pointed at the images and signals on the central display, talking at length until Ji Jue finally understood the current situation.
[Established Law] had issued a warning.
Thanks to the chaos of time and its final convergence, as causality gathered, [Established Law] could often issue warnings before a crisis emerged and provide timely remedies after trouble appeared.
Outwardly, this manifested as foresight bordering on prophecy.
It possessed a considerable degree of adaptability, able to formulate different strategies according to problems that were about to arise—like Ji Jue now.
One month ago in present-world time, Established Law had already reacted. After the president activated [Final Protocol] and fully awakened the entire Central Dispatch Center, the first recruitment of [Temporary Workers] had begun.
And so, one month later, the chosen temporary worker, Ji Jue, had answered the call.
Even though the president cared for him and did not want Ji Jue to get involved in this mess, Ji Jue had still chosen to jump in himself.
All he could say was that fate worked in mysterious ways.