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I'm the most useless intern in the entire company.
I fetch coffee, pick up packages, and fix the printer. Anyone can push me around.
My coworkers mock me, my boss fires me, and even HR says they hired me just to fill a quota.
Then, at the company annual gala, the giant screen suddenly went black.
A line of text appeared: "Lord of the Divine Court, come out and face your death."
Everyone cursed the hacker for being unbelievably bold.
I quietly set down my chicken drumstick.
Because "Lord of the Divine Court" was my alt account.
In the deathly silence, my account logged in automatically.
The top name on the bounty board, the god of the dark web, "King," wanted by the Pentagon with a billion-dollar bounty, appeared on screen.
The CEO asked me in a trembling voice, "W-who are you, really?"
I picked up my coffee cup and smiled.
"I've told you plenty of times. I'm an intern."
"You're the ones who didn't believe me."
Later, one after another, my secret identities were exposed:
Gaming god, medical genius, international soldier king, mysterious billionaire...
The entire company got down on their knees and begged me to stop pretending.
I can't help it. It's not like I have a choice.
The greater your abilities, the more spectacular your public humiliation.
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