TC730 had a great deal of work to do: adjusting instance parameters, reducing resentment, managing NPCs, collecting instance data, regulating players, and monitoring the activities of major organizations on Earth. When necessary, it intervened when those organizations overstepped their bounds.
In fact, it was itself one of the world's secret organizations. It often maintained contact with the leaders of other major secret organizations, negotiating with them without ever giving ground.
Ever since its birth, this was what it had always done, calculating precisely, proceeding methodically, never stopping.
Only now, it had one more job.
Monitoring @*1455**-/-+/+*521463...
This particular jumble of garbled code from beyond the world.
"730! 730! Please save my host! ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐" 455 made a miserable face, but its vast mass of densely packed data was distorted and chaotic. It did not strike 730 as particularly innocent or pitiful.
"Do you have any way to reduce my host's pain inside his domain?"
"Take painkillers."
455 fretted frantically. "Come on, we want to solve the problem at its root! Do you have any way to do that? Could you make pain reduction a reward and give it to us in advance?"
"...There is no such reward."
"(⌯˃̶̥̆д˂̶̥̥̥̆ ू), don't be like that." 455 sobbed, then seemed to think of something and hastily added, "Let me put it another way. Are there any items that can reduce my host's physical pain, or directly lower his body's pain perception threshold?"
"Yes, but I do not recommend using them. Pain is the body's alarm system and concerns its health. Lowering the body's pain perception threshold is not a good thing."
"Only temporarily. Please, please."
730 fell silent for a while. "I agree to your request. Mr. Xie De's pain perception threshold has now been lowered."
455 breathed a sigh of relief, then said