Traveling into the doomsday, I bound the salvation system.
The system urged me to form a team, so I registered the company and started a doomsday business.
The recruitment style is as follows:
Position: MT. Requirements: Be able to carry monsters, silence is golden, and have artifacts (rusty ones are also acceptable). Note: Sometimes I listen to the sword but not to the people.
Position: Ace Assassin. Requirements: Ethereal and invisible, social fear is a priority. Note: It needs to bring its own shadow and feed special crystals regularly to prevent mutation.
Position: Mental Perception. Requirements: Mind reading (controllable), early warning, no nonsense. Note: Carry your personal pain memory bank with you and do not disturb it when you go to work.
We specialize in picking up garbage, dig up ruins as a side job, and use business logic to survive in the wasteland.
Until I saw the system's trademark on the altar of the ancient gods.
My teammates whispered in my ears: "Boss, next quarter's KPI is to overturn the system. How about that?"
I pushed up my non-existent glasses.
"Yes. But let's make an agreement first. I will hold the controlling share during the IPO (initial public offering)."
