(This novel is easy to read even if you've never played Arknights.)
I transmigrated to an unknown world and got picked up by the Reunion Movement.
I thought I'd spend my days living off others and waiting to die, but my body keeps getting to work. I say I don't want to, yet I work harder than anyone.
I guess that's what being a corporate drone is like.
Every day I'm busy recruiting clueless Infected into the Reunion Movement, sending combat teams on bounty missions, and setting up scouting teams to keep us from getting raided. We can never find people for the medical team, the support team keeps blowing up our own people on missions, and the research and Originium development teams are always slacking off. They have the nerve to tell me we don't have any money or Originium. How is that my fault?
I'm exhausted.
I practice sword-drawing in the rain.
Can't we get some Infected who are a little more reliable?
Until I met Talulah.
