The legend of Tiga

Chapter 1998: A Corner Forgotten by Society
This "office worker" who has not revealed his name so far has been saying that this job is high-tech.

Although Katsuma Ikuta studied architecture, he has been working in the laboratory for several years and has gained some understanding of biology and technology through osmosis.

Biocomputers use protein molecules produced by bioengineering technology as biochips to replace semiconductor chips that are stuck in the bottleneck of Moore's Law. They use organic compounds to store data and waves to transmit information.

But biological computers are still just a concept. The theory is not even perfect, let alone the real thing.

But now, this "office worker" who always has a smiling face says that they are a technology company that develops biological computers, and they use the human brain to form a biological computer matrix.

This sounds very confusing, not to mention that the money is so easy to make.

You have to know that since ancient times, money has been hard to earn and shit has been hard to eat.

Opportunities to make money on your knees are rare, and you can't make it whenever you want. You often have to rack your brains or break your head to get this opportunity to kneel down.

But now, you can make money just by lying down.

I have never seen or even heard of such a job.

If this is really a high-tech company, the work content is so easy, and the salary is not low, if they want to recruit people, they just need to post a notice. Then, those who want to earn this money, let alone the dozens of people who come now, even if they add a "ten thousand" at the end, I'm afraid it will only be a small fraction.

Katsuma Ikuta forgot where he had heard this sentence, but if a job is very profitable, has a high status, and does not require much effort, then the threshold of this job may be comparable to that of Dragon Gate.

In contrast, the job in front of me has a low threshold and can be done by basically anyone. It is so easy that you can complete it in your sleep, and the salary is not low, but there is no big fanfare to recruit people.

If there were no problems with this, Katsuma Ikuta would be able to eat all the tables in the room.

but
Katsumo Ikuta watched as, under the arrangement of the 'office worker', the people who came here found a place to sit down and put on their helmets. Some played with their mobile phones, some slept, and some chatted. It was obvious that this was not the first time for each of them to come here.

The newcomer, under the explanation of being an "office worker" or the temptation of high salary, found an empty seat to sit down, picked up the helmet on the table, looked left and right, put it on his head carefully, and then waited anxiously for the "work" to begin.

The office worker who had finished his work turned his gaze to the still hesitant Katsumo Ikuta, with that standard smile on his face, and said, "How about you, would you like to try this job tonight? We can pay you by the day or by the hour."

"I"

Katsuma Ikuta wanted to refuse. After all, this job was too easy. There was weirdness in this company inside and out, so Katsuma Ikuta wanted to leave to avoid getting into trouble again.

but
Looking at the pay table on the wall, he only needed to 'work' twelve hours a day to earn what most people could only earn in half a month. This was much higher than when he 'worked' in the laboratory before.

When he thought of the laboratory that he could not enter and the TPC that did not keep its word, Katsumi Ikuta felt uncomfortable and even annoyed.

He has been running around these days just to seek justice for himself and to secure this generous reward.

However, the black words on the paper with a red stamp have become empty words.

All you see are ugly faces and hear are unpleasant words. Occasionally there are righteous words, but there is no follow-up. It's all superficial.

After running around, Katsuma Ikuta got nothing. Because of this, the distraught Katsuma Ikuta went to the izakaya, hoping to vent his depression with alcohol. However, he did not expect to run into this "special" company and be brought to this strange place.

Katsuma Ikuta wanted to leave, but he didn't take a step.

There are many reasons. The person in front of me is very strange, maybe he is an alien from urban legend. This company is very unusual and is in the basement. Maybe the company has closed the door and I can't leave even if I want to.
But in fact, there is only one real reason, that is -

money! ! !
He was very short of money and couldn't find a job for a while, but this company offered him a very high salary and an easy job.

"Me, me." Katsumo Ikuta hesitated, looking at the people who were already sitting at their 'workstations', and then glancing at the rewards on the wall, but his legs just couldn't move.

Money makes a hero brave!
In this world, it is no longer a place where you can travel everywhere just by being reasonable, but only by having money can you travel everywhere.

To put it bluntly, even if the earth is going to explode the day after tomorrow, what does it have to do with me who is going to starve to death tomorrow?

Now Katsumi Ikuta is almost starving. If he can't find a job, he will have to go to the supermarket to get free food samples.

And even if you can find a job, is it that easy?

Anyway, judging from Katsumo Ikuta's previous work experience, each company was more demanding than the other, and each boss was more stingy than the other, always wanting to get people to do work worth ten times the cost for one penny.

You can earn money while sleeping, and you can work just by wearing a helmet.
If I miss this kind of job today, will I be able to encounter it again in the future?

It's even possible that I won't be able to do this job for long.

After all, the world is so competitive these days, and relatives may start to make demands at any time. If this company is really involved with "aliens" or something, it may "disappear" like the TPC laboratory at any time.

So how about making some quick money?
Katsuma Ikuta was shaken. So what if there was a problem with this company? So what if it involved monsters?
If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up.

He is just an ordinary citizen, an ordinary person who is busy with three meals a day and three loans in his life. It is not easy for him to just stay alive. What do aliens, monsters and the like have to do with him?
TPC didn't even fulfill the signed agreement and didn't pay him a penny, so why does he care so much?

How does the saying go, I am not involved in the life of luxury and decadence, but I am blamed for global warming?

I can hardly eat, so why should I think about the safety of the earth? If I starve to death tomorrow, then even if the future of mankind is bright, what does it have to do with me?

I am trying to avoid danger. To avoid starvation.

Katsumo Ikuta convinced himself, nodded to the "salaryman", then walked to an empty seat and sat down, picked up the helmet on the table and looked at it carefully.

It was about the same size as a motorcycle helmet, but very heavy. I picked it up and estimated it to be about 7-8 catties. It looked like metal, but felt smooth like plastic. It was like a circuit board. There were lines connecting electronic components, densely covering the surface of the helmet.

It's not even packaged and is exposed outside. It looks very rough, as if it was made in a workshop. This further confirms Katsuma Ikuta's guess that the person who recruited him might really be an alien. This helmet used to build a biological computer matrix is ​​probably alien technology, and maybe it was made by the 'office worker' in front of him who always has a smile on his face.

As Ikuta Katsumo was curiously checking, the voice of the 'office worker' came from the front: "Okay, everyone put on your helmets. There are quite a few new people here today. Let me explain the job requirements.

After starting work, you must report to me and obtain permission before taking off the helmet. Once you take off the helmet without permission, your salary for that day will be deducted for the first time, one week's salary will be deducted for the second time, and we will ask you to leave for the third time.

But as long as you wear the helmet, you can sleep, chat, play with your phone or do anything else.

Okay, now everyone check your helmets, and the work will officially begin in fifteen seconds."

Upon hearing this, Katsuma Ikuta became a little nervous, and his heart beat fast. He didn't like changes, and he knew nothing about the work that was about to begin, which made him a little uneasy. He couldn't help swallowing, and then he saw the lines hanging from the bridge in front of him light up, flowing like water, emitting silver light.

Finally, it flows onto these sci-fi-looking helmets and quickly spreads out, lighting up the electronic components one after another, making the already silver-painted helmets appear even more dazzling, as if they were made of silver.

“The work begins!”

As soon as this thought came to Katsuma Ikuta's mind, he felt dizzy, as if he had heatstroke. He felt dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.

But this feeling did not last long, as if it was just a moment. Before Katsumi Ikuta could lie down on the table, his consciousness had already returned to normal. He did not feel any dizziness at all, as if he did not exist.

"This is..." Katsumi Ikuta was shocked, and then he saw other people also swaying. Obviously, he was not the only one who encountered such a situation.

Then the voice of the 'office worker' was heard: "Don't panic, this is a normal reaction after just touching the internet. From now on, as long as you don't take off your helmet without permission, you can do whatever you want."

So now you start working?

Katsumo Ikuta's mind was full of questions. He only felt dizzy for a moment, and then he didn't feel anything else. If it weren't for the heaviness on his head, he might not have even felt this little bit.

This made Katsuma Ikuta completely unable to understand. He thought that the biological computer, which sounded very high-tech, was something very advanced, but the result was just this?

Why do I feel like I thought I was making a nuclear bomb but was actually just hammering in screws?

So what to do next?
Katsumo Ikuta looked around carefully, only to find that everyone's actions were becoming more unbridled. Some had taken out a pillow from the hole in the table, then lay down and began to sleep; some were holding their mobile phones, staring intently at the screen, playing games; a few people next to them were still chatting, all they talked about were family matters and trivial matters, and none of them involved "work" at all.

This made Ikuta Katsumo couldn't help but ask: "How many times have you come here?"

"It's been almost a year," a man who was over 50 years old looked at Ikuta Katsuma with a smile and said, "Don't worry, the boss pays you very quickly. You can get a day's pay if you work for a day. He will even pay you for an hour's work."

"Then you..." Ikuta Katsumo hesitated, glanced at the 'salaryman' sitting in front of him, and whispered: "It's such an easy and high-paying job. If you call your family to work with you, won't you earn more?"

"Tsk," the uncle curled his lips and said, "Don't you find it strange that such a good move is done so secretly?"

"Uh"

Katsuma Ikuta was speechless for a moment. He certainly felt it was strange, but was it okay to speak ill of someone else while working on their territory and making their money?
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. If there is, it must be poisonous," the old man said dimly, "but even if it's poison, you have to eat it, otherwise your family will starve to death."

"You also... uh, can't find a job for the time being?"

These words seemed to touch the old man's heart, causing him to sigh deeply and say, "I used to be a taxi driver. I drove the fastest and finished the latest, so I naturally earned the most. Especially in those few years, almost everyone took a taxi when they went out, and they gave a lot of tips. The money I earned in a month could buy me an apartment in the city center.

But soon, this good thing was gone, but at least I could still make a living.

But I don't know since when, cars can run by themselves without drivers, and they run fast and steadily. Young people just play with their mobile phones after getting in the car and don't like to communicate with others. This kind of car that can run without drivers is very popular with them.

I could only do other jobs, such as being a construction worker. But after a few years, buildings were built with iron lumps. When I looked for other jobs, I found that goods were transported with iron lumps, take-out was delivered with small airplanes, and express delivery was delivered with cars. Nothing else needed people. What was needed were people with knowledge and culture.

But I don’t have it, so I ended up here. At first, I was scared and worried, but I finally came to terms with it. I don’t know how to do anything, and I’ve only got one life. What can they gain from me? Even if they do, they’ve already paid for it.”

"That's right," the old man's words resonated with a young man next to him, who joined their chat and said, "These days, it's rare to not pay, not to mention that there are people who take your money but don't remember your kindness and think it's their due, and even take your money and step on your head to act like the boss. Sigh!"

"That's right. No matter what this is, at least they gave the money readily and there was no mess. That's enough. As ordinary people, why should we care so much?"

"Yes, we just earn hard-earned money."

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A group of people wearing glowing helmets were talking or complaining. They were all people who were unhappy with their lives or work, some were lazy and wanted to make quick money, etc. The composition was very mixed.

But it is really unusual that such a motley group of people have gathered here for so long, making so much easy money, but have not spread this job.

Katsuma Ikuta was chatting and thinking about things, and at the same time he was also thinking about tomorrow. Would it really be as they said, that they would give him money generously so that he could work for a longer time?