The person speaking with Chen Yu gave a bitter smile, then said softly, "Things are still better now. Before, the studio deliberately sent people on a business trip to Cloud for team-building. If they came back, nothing happened. If they didn't, they filed for compensation."
"Star Lord pays compensation for that? Isn't that premeditated murder?"
"No, they claim compensation from the missing person's family, on the grounds that the employee disobeyed company management and caused losses through unauthorized absence."
"Aren't they afraid people will die?"
"It's even better if they die. They can fire them directly, demand compensation, and claw back their wages. Even gods would lose a layer of skin."
Chen Yu stared at the man in astonishment and asked in confusion, "Then why are you still working here?"
"At least they pay for medical insurance here, and even if you die, they're willing to let you stay on and keep working."
"...Here's Heaven Origin's contact information. If you're interested, you can give Heaven Origin a try."
The man looked at the slip Chen Yu handed him and chuckled ingratiatingly, but he did not take it to heart.
Though he had never actually been to Heaven Origin, the Dreamscape Network's current consensus on Heaven Origin was that it was basically a den of demons.
Evil Gods were everywhere, Calamities ran rampant, and the humanoid puppet Zhao Ziri appeared and vanished without a trace.
And a freakish Demon King like Chen Yu could actually lord it over them. That showed he was a demon among Demonic Cultivators, a freak among freaks.
To squeeze a net worth of ten billion out of Heaven Origin's population of three hundred thousand—his bone-scraping skills were enough to make others feel ashamed of themselves. No wonder he was rich.
By that logic, Heaven Origin had