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Chapter 6 - 0006 Level 3 Processor_1
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Chapter 6: 0006 Level 3 Processor_1

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This hidden trait... scapegoat?

Staring at the glaring word "termination," Leon, who had just crawled out from "Hell," shivered involuntarily. Instinctively, he wanted to remove the badge, but it yielded a "temporarily unable to remove" response. Helpless, he had to give up and instead silently prayed in his heart.

*Heaven help me, during these two months before this badge upgrades to bronze, may nothing major happen at the Purification Bureau—my whole family is counting on this job to turn our lives around, not to mention my sister Anna's illness...*

Oh right! Anna!

Thinking of his sister still waiting for treatment on the hospital bed, Leon, who had just completed his induction, hurriedly asked for leave. He then rushed out of the Purification Bureau to use the benefits he had just received to get Anna better treatment.

After he hurriedly left, the Black Goat, who had been silently observing, clicked its tongue twice, looked at the red-haired woman with schadenfreude, and said,

"Heh! You don't even want him to know the job content of the Purification Bureau, so you're not planning to involve him in any missions, are you?

What is it then? Do you think this kid is at his wit's end and decided to lend a helping hand out of kindness?"

"No."

Somehow pulling out another bottle of liquor and chugging a large gulp, the red-haired woman concealed the smile on her face, her expression indifferent as she spoke,

"The more 'truth' we humans come in contact with, the deeper we are corroded by the dark side, and the smell on us more easily attracts new anomalies.

Leon's talent was quite good, but now the bureau was short-handed, and there was no way to assign someone to protect him continuously. I shielded part of his memory temporarily to prevent him from attracting anomalies.

As for the specific job content, it won't be too late to tell him when we find an Anomalous Object suitable for him."

*Oh, give me a break. That kid has zero talent!*

Completely disbelieving the red-haired woman's explanation, the Black Goat snorted disdainfully and said,

"Come off it! Although he withstood our 'Whisper of Degeneration,' it doesn't mean he has a strong willpower. The kid is merely rational in his personality and has a moral compass slightly better than average.

If it were up to me, he's the kind of guy who's had his instinct for fighting almost completely dulled away and has become accustomed to compliance like a sheep. He's less than even those death row inmates who serve as cannon fodder, most likely incapable of enduring the first mission."

"He'll endure."

Without revealing to the Black Goat about the "anomaly" Leon possessed, after another large swig of beer, the red-haired woman spoke calmly,

"He can go through the first few tasks with me, and Emma's job is about to wrap up; she'll probably return tonight.

After that, if I have the opportunity, I'll guide him myself. If I'm unavailable, Emma will substitute for me to help him until he can handle things alone."

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*Goodness, you're really looking after him, huh? What do you see in this kid?*

"You better not mess around!"

The Black Goat furrowed its brows, annoyance written over its face,

"Purification Bureau's performance metrics are always calculated based on the number of regular members. Our sixth bureau's performance is currently ranked second to last, and with two months left until the year-end review, you're recruiting such a dead weight now? Concerned you don't secure the bottom spot?"

"None of your concern."

"I can't be bothered to care!"

The Black Goat sneered,

"The number of people you've killed exceeds everyone I've met in my life. Honestly, I've always admired you, except when you excessively display kindness.

As the most insane executioner in the Purification Bureau, can't you stick to your own business? Why pretend to be a kindhearted person? Do you know how disgusting your sympathetic acts appear?"

"Oh."

"..."

"Tsk... you can't seriously think lending a hand to that kid will save his life, can you?"

Observing the red-haired woman drinking indifferently with no intention of engaging, the Black Goat couldn't help but scoff and taunt,

"I know humans all too well; struggling in darkness has become a numbing habit that barely keeps them afloat. But now, you've dragged him ashore, exposing him to sunlight—there's no turning back anymore.

When the year-end review won't go through, leading to his ousting and experiencing firsthand the plunge from Heaven to Hell, the kid might just go insane. He might even resent you similarly to how a certain someone did, wondering why you bothered dragging him up...

What was it that certain someone said back then?"

Boldly stepping into the dimly lit office, sitting comfortably into a plush padded sofa, with his legs crossed, the Black Goat mocked in a theatrical manner in front of the silent red-haired woman,

"I am resentful, Olivia! I hate you!

I could have continued to endure the darkness; why drag me into the sunlight, showing me how a person ought to live?"

"Squeak!"

As soon as the Black Goat finished speaking, a screech pierced as if a blade was scraping against bone.

Like being cut by countless thin, sharp blades in an instant, the raised-hooved Black Goat shattered into pieces, with parts scattering all over the place.

Yet strangely enough, even though the Black Goat had turned into a mass of sheep offal, no bloody odor emerged in the office. The woman behind the desk maintained her original posture unaffectedly, taking big gulps from her beer.

However, her striking red hair suddenly dulled in color, and at the slightly curled tips—neglected due to a lack of care—an odd, deep crimson began to seep.

"I've warned you plenty of times not to call me by my name directly."

Discarding an empty bottle she didn't remember finishing, the red-haired woman crooked her finger towards the sofa. A sheep's head with its mouth sewn shut with red thread floated over, sitting squarely on her desk.

Exchanging a glance with the wide-eyed and furious Black Goat on the desk, the woman named Olivia shook her head,

"I allowed you free rein in the bureau on account of your decent work last time. But now, it seems this form suits you better.

Moreover, I plan to visit Welsh County in my spare time, to thoroughly investigate what happened back then and why you'd fear men from Welsh County.

Until I return, stay like this! Once I understand what you are afraid of, I shall ensure you pay dearly for a foul mouth!"

"Ugh? Uh! Uh!!"

...

Unaware of what transpired after his departure, Leon, hurried back to the hospital, urgently knocking on the Respiratory Department's office door, handing over his not yet warm new credentials before the head department chief clocked off.

The Sixth Purification Bureau? Does the Police Department have such a division? What exactly is the position of Level Three Incident Handler?

Accepting the credentials Leon handed over, flipping through them with skepticism, recognizing a few special markings, the previously doubtful fat chief's expression suddenly tightened.

The Kingdom's civil service framework comprised five levels, ranking from highest to lowest: Executive, Administrative, Clerical, Assistant, and Auxiliary.

As the head of a secondary hospital's respiratory department, barely scraping the front end of the Auxiliary level, by the time retirement came around, with some maneuvering, there might be a chance to sneak into the tail end of the Assistant level.

Yet this scruffy young man standing before him, wearing an old coat, was already an Assistant-level civil servant, and the benefits were directly aligned with a Clerical-level! Someone like this, in three to five years, might just climb higher, entering the ranks of Clerical civil servants directly.

Damn! Wouldn't that make him equivalent to our hospital's director?

Looking at the youth who probably hadn't turned twenty yet, the fat chief couldn't hide strong envy and a deeply rooted sense of jealousy.

Leon Laine, a surname the same as Duke of Lionheart's, coupled with a sub-twenty-year-old Assistant-level civil servant status—his background was self-evident. Undoubtedly from a prestigious noble lineage, likely even a well-resourced direct line.

Having struggled at the hospital tirelessly for over twenty years, the greatest aspiration before retirement was merely reaching an Assistant-level position; yet this young man had already reached that threshold at his teen years, sitting at the end of a lifetime's dream, with room to spare half a seat—is there any justice in that?

Cursing under his breath at the connection, giving him an internal label of someone not to cross, the fat chief's face bloomed into layers of flesh folds, smiling as he approached Leon, rubbing his hands,

"Mr. Leon, is there anything bothering you?"

"Not me, it's my sister."

Briefly explaining Anna's situation, Leon hadn't even made a request when the rotund chief eagerly proposed transferring her immediately to the best ward, equipping her with the finest potions. He even patted his chest to assure Leon that he would personally follow up to ensure Miss Anna received the highest level of treatment throughout the Capital City.

Somewhat unaccustomed to the fat chief's overly warm reception, Leon, repressing the awkwardness surging in his heart, managed a few polite exchanges, then under a nurse's guidance, moved to a plush sofa in the VIP ward, awaiting Anna's arrival.

Alone in the quiet and tidy ward, gazing at the pristine new bed with its white linen, Leon sat upright on the sofa, involuntarily feeling a strange sense of nostalgia.

From fleeing the hospital wielding a scalpel to now, barely an hour had passed, yet the dire predicament cornering his family was already resolved.

Not only was there hope for his sister's illness, but his family, long struggling bitterly at the bottom rungs of the Capital City's society, could now anticipate a decent living standard on his earnings. The only cost for all this was...

*Hmm? What was the cost again... ouch! Hot! Hot!!!*

Deep in thought about what exactly he had paid, Leon suddenly experienced a scorching pain at his chest. The badge representing the Sixth Purification Bureau, the Dung Beetle Lady, radiated a frighteningly intense heat like a branding iron, burning him fiercely through three layers of clothing.

[A suitable Uncontrollable Afflicted conforming to job content has been detected, activating Black Iron Badge "Probationary Worker," your work efficiency has slightly increased.]

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