Chen Yu never imagined that one day he would transmigrate, too.
The bad news: he'd transmigrated to a world invaded by the uncanny. The good news: he'd taken over the account of a big shot among the uncanny.
What was that? Join 749, get a guaranteed salary of 30,000, with unlimited commission on top? You ask if I'm in? All I can say is, if I took even a second longer to agree, I'd be disrespecting that 30,000.
From then on, Chen Yu hid away in 749's logistics department, doing odd jobs. Little by little, he took in uncanny subordinates of all different temperaments and built up his team.
Then he recruited an uncanny subordinate with ambition.
His subordinate said, "Your Majesty, I think we need to carve out territory of our own."
Chen Yu replied, "Sure. Go for it."
But after Chen Yu was transferred to the provincial branch of 749,
he found the people there all looked strangely familiar. Then he saw that one of his subordinates had become the director.
Chen Yu was stunned. So the entire provincial branch of 749 was made up of his own people.
Was this what you meant when you said you'd carve out territory?
Years later,
when Chen Yu became the head of Kyoto's 749, he sat in his high-backed chair, looking down at the uncanny subordinates kneeling before him, and raised a hand to his forehead.
Wait, is it really right for a human nation to have an entire high-ranking leadership made up of the uncanny?
