A Hundredfold Increase

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. When I hit you, I didn't realize you were alive too. Sorry."

"What are you saying? Who isn't alive? Forget it, I was at fault too. Why were you running into the road for no reason?"

The surroundings were pitch-black. With a soft click, a battered oil lamp was lit, casting wavering light through the damp passageway.

Unlike aboveground, this was an air duct. A great deal of hot air was sent up from below through the duct, making it much warmer than the surface.

Having suddenly come underground from the cold, Editor-in-Chief Le rubbed his stiff face and felt as though he had come back to life.

Jiang Wen then began boiling water with practiced ease. The sound of the water bubbling was exceptionally clear in the ventilation duct, even a little noisy, but it was like a rope tethering Editor-in-Chief Le, making him feel his Primordial Spirit slowly returning to its place.

"Be careful. That stove exploded before," Jiang Wen said casually.

"It's fine. It feels nice and warm."

Once his emotions calmed down, Editor-in-Chief Le discovered that the Heart Demon within his Primordial Spirit was slowly dissipating. Yet the palpitations from earlier still made his scalp tingle.

Everyone had become Iron Men, and all of Constant Law City had become a massive factory. The enormous factory owner inspected them as if they were tools, ruthlessly discarding defective products.

There were plenty of spare tools. If you would not do something, someone else would. There were as many immigrants waiting outside to get in as they wanted, and replacements were everywhere.

Director Le had once thought nothing of it. After all, unemployment was absolutely the unemployed person's own problem. They should not blame every little thing on the Committee, right?

But not until it