The system bound to me is a control freak boss who distributes KPIs to me every day.
It asked me to be a brave man, but I reported it to it as a workplace PUA and asked for paid annual leave.
It asked me to defeat the devil, and I turned the devil against him and became my chief operating officer.
My teammates knew nothing about this and were still excited for the "great adventure":
The poet opens the way with his face, the monk delivers physical salvation; the saint uses love to generate electricity, and the mage uses data to diss everything.
Only the poet who is always looking at me secretly seems to have discovered something...
The way he looked at me was more focused than when he was checking the financial ledger.
Until the system angrily sounded the highest alarm:
Warning! Get rid of that poet around you now!
I looked at my "colleagues" who had shielded me from countless open and covert attacks, and tapped my fingertips on the "Optimization Plan for the Organizational Structure of Demon King City" presented by the Demon King himself.
It's time for the boss to see what the ultimate backlash of an "employee" means.
The brave man who poses badly x the gentle fishing poet
Intent: Just a short story