Was that really it?
Watching Sato fly into a rage, Fu Qian confirmed one of his suspicions.
That conversation just now hadn't been a simple case of an overworked employee losing his temper. It had been two very different tests.
And now Fu Qian understood what it really meant to hold down the fort at work in this task. It didn't mean he actually had to work. It meant making everyone else believe he was working.
The Headless Woman, the middle-aged man next door, and Sato, right in front of him—
Without a doubt, every one of them was more abnormal than the last.
But they were clearly in a state of being ill without knowing it.
And that state was extremely fragile, its balance easy to disrupt.
If anything he'd done just now had confused them or left them unable to make sense of it, their ignorance of their condition might well have turned into awareness.
The consequences then would probably be severe.
Considering he was just an ordinary mortal now, it was likely the equivalent of an instant-death option.
That was what made this task so dangerous.
As for what might disrupt the balance, Fu Qian could think of a whole list off the top of his head.
Like mentioning the Headless Woman's head.
Or, in the middle-aged man's case, he was clearly baffled by Fu Qian's unusually late arrival. If Fu Qian's explanation didn't hold water, it would most likely trigger another change.
After vaguely realizing this, Fu Qian had tested Sato by saying something almost impossible to hear in a workplace. Sure enough, the man's reaction had been abnormal.
Then came the next line. Though harsh, it fit the situation perfectly and explained Fu Qian's current attitude well: he was worried about being left holding the