The Bizarre World's Employee Handbook

“My name is Li Si. I’m the lowest-ranking Fixer. Of course, you can call me Boss, just like the others do. “To me, this world has a cancer that can’t be cured. Ever since everyone gained a talent called a Base, they’ve all come down with a serious illness. “A fairy-tale magical girl who can twist reality at will; a sickly little girl who’s half-dead and rewinds time whenever she dies; a wheel-spinning wraith who can make people revive endlessly and loves leading her teammates off rooftops; and a lunatic little sidekick who usually slacks off like a dead fish, but can blitz an entire city if you let your guard down. “Having this lot as my coworkers at the agency makes life colorful enough. I’m just an ordinary boss you could find anywhere, thinking every day about how to stay alive.” After reading the records, the investigator fell into thought as he faced this transcendent divinity: “So that’s why you chopped down the World Tree, erased the concept of death to make everyone immortal, served an apocalypse-level calamity at a banquet in the universe, turned history into discs to collect, tricked Fate into adding two extra eggs to your breakfast, overthrew the system of abilities, promoted immortal cultivation, created witches and Outer Gods, and prepared to destroy the world multiple times?” “Oh, it was all for the Fixers’ performance metrics.” Li Si, now the First Seat of the City, offered this explanation with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “What are you looking at? You’re part of the metrics too.” The above is excerpted from the containment record of Subject 000, “Li Si.”