[Infinite Flow + Not a Doormat + Survival + Slow-Burn]
Lin Mo started working at a factory and successfully became one of its “factory dogs.”
He had planned to grab his things and quit, but then he realized the factory wasn't as simple as it seemed.
“Death training, a terrifying welcome party, a meat-processing plant, a text-editing department...” After the protagonist had faced one brush with death after another,
Lin Mo stood on the factory rooftop. What awaited him wasn't a resignation certificate, but a bloodstained employment contract handed over by the board of directors. Looking at the long line of new employees in the distance, he finally understood the hidden meaning behind the employment contract: everyone who pressed their fingerprint onto it was signing their own death warrant. And those ever-rising work points were nothing but an odometer counting down the road to hell.
In this death game played in the name of performance reviews, there are no winners, only survivors, or people who become the ones making the rules.
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It's okay, but it just feels like it's over-polished and superfluous in some places.