Hello, everyone. I'm NO. 92708.
You ask why that's a code name? That's a great question.
It's a long story. Ever since I was little, I've worked for a company called Kemail Gray just to get enough to eat. The company is absolutely enormous, with 92,709 employees. Our numbers are assigned according to our work ability, from 1 to 92,709, so I'm number 92,708. Simple, right?
Of course, the company benefits are pretty good, except for one utterly devastating mess that happened recently: the company decided to implement that damn "Dale" plan, otherwise known as the employee performance elimination system. At the end of every month, the person ranked last gets killed off, then a new 92,709th employee is brought in.
Terrifying, right? I think so too.
How am I supposed to feel, after more than ten years of working myself to the bone for this company?
I haven't done anything to them, so why do all these 92,709s want to kill me every day?
What? You think I'm an easy target?!
Damn it, try messing with me!
If I can't beat them, I can at least run away, right?!
#A man who parkours for his life every single day#
#Uncle, let's not date. No, let's not.#
#I'm destined to save the world#
The author has no writing skills, no logic, and no work ethic.
The protagonist has no cheat, no ambition, and no brains.
We're all specialists in having nothing. If you pass by, give us a click. Collect ten thousand and you can save the polar bears (O
See the inspirational-life tag? That's right, it's all a lie.
