Dealing with a Newly Born Heavenly Dao Consciousness

The God of Games had become familiar with Headquarters.

Everyone in the Logistics Department knew that Headquarters had recently received a distinguished guest from another world.

They did not know the specifics. They only knew that even the Chairman stayed by that guest's side, so they naturally could not afford to slight him.

Recently, the Contract Anomalists' training volume had skyrocketed.

As for the game Green Leaf Shelter—

after announcing a one-day shutdown for updates, it began this major update.

Half the players were looking forward to it, while the other half complained.

"I was this close to joining the investigators' organization."

"I don't know why, but I got a title called 'Troublemaker.' No matter where I go, those NPCs stare at me strangely. Is there anywhere in this game where I can disable title effects?"

"Hahaha, let me tell you, there's an internet in the game. That means if the trouble you caused in that world was serious enough to spread online, it could affect you wherever you went."

"I'm kind of curious—how did you get that title? It's pretty hard to earn titles in this game."

"What's so hard about it? At first, I joined a company as an ordinary employee. They wanted me to work 996. Heh, I didn't dare fight back in real life, but did some NPC in a game think he could make a great player like me work?"

"I immediately slapped that idiot manager. Then the boss came over, so I slapped him too."

"Damn, bro!"

"And that was it?"

"Of course not. The moment I thought about how these disgusting bosses didn't care about employees at all—when pigs and sheep got sick, their owners paid for treatment, but when workhorses got sick, they had to pay for it themselves—"

"Those damned bosses