I Opened a Restaurant in Honkai

"Cocolia spends every meeting singing your praises. Tesla is practically developing bipolar disorder from listening to it. She already didn't like you, and now she hates you more and more. Keep your fan under control. Don't let her keep polluting the environment."

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"That was roughly the situation. She might ask you to join Anti-Entropy. If she doesn't directly offer you the Executor position, don't accept."

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"Anti-Entropy Executors have a great deal of autonomy. Siegfried is an Anti-Entropy Executor too. Get it?"

Zhao Bai finally stopped sending question marks. He nodded silently. So being an Executor was basically just holding a title. If he accepted, it seemed there really was nothing to lose. He could even sit in on meetings and openly gather intelligence.

No, if it was out in the open, it wouldn't count as stealing.

Zhao Bai nodded in agreement.

Just in time, a new round of the Zhao Bai Praise Conference was about to begin. Einstein did not waste a second and pulled him into the Imaginary Space.

The meeting had already begun.

A photo was projected onto the enormous blackboard. It showed an endless wasteland filled with Honkai Beasts. Zhao Bai and Durandal stood back to back, Zhao Bai holding Other Shore Gate while Durandal carried Hler of Eternal Night over her shoulder.

The composition as a whole carried a desolate, post-apocalyptic atmosphere.

But that was not what Zhao Bai cared about. He stared at himself in the PowerPoint. His eyes had been enlarged, his lips thinned, his jawline made sharper, and even his skin had been edited several shades fairer.

Did they put a beauty filter on me?

Zhao Bai immediately understood the problem Einstein had mentioned. He had not thought much of it before, but now it seemed the problem was truly serious.