Reborn as a Supervisor

He walked on the road with his hands groping in his pockets.

One night, Iori found the wandering Roland and told him that the clue he wanted was in the library and that he could teleport Roland there.

Roland agreed to Iori's proposal and was then sent to the library which was still closed.

"Damn... Violet Tears..."

"I didn't expect she would do things like that..."

"What on earth is going on? What is this smoke..."

"Alas...it seems I can only trust her this time..."

Roland was sent directly to the library. He was confused and didn't know what to do. Then a man who was dressed but seemed to be naked appeared in front of him.

Roland was not used to the other party's commanding tone. After all, he had only listened to Chen Fan. When had he ever surrendered?

"Where are you from? What's your purpose? How did you get in?"

Because he didn't listen carefully to the previous words, Roland lost his right leg.

"I warned you, but you ignored me."

Then the man asked the same question again, and Roland lost his right arm because his answer was not standard and he talked too much nonsense.

"Enough of that nonsense. Next time it'll be my remaining left arm and left leg."

"You have no purpose, and I don't even know how you got in... Who are you?"

"…Huh…I'm just a low-level cleaner."

"What the hell is this place? Who are you..."

Then he lost his left arm and left leg.

“…Ugh…Ugh…Ugh…Just now you cut one at a time and now you suddenly cut two. You are cheating…Ugh…”

(It can be seen that Roland didn't listen to a word of the warning)

"I told you you had no right to ask questions. What's your name?"

"…Roland"

"Very good. This is a library, and there are no visitors yet, but you appear out of nowhere."

"I obviously took great pains to ensure that uninvited guests like you couldn't get in."

Roland may have lost too much blood and started talking nonsense...

"Hehehe... Damn it, my hands and feet are the capital of my business... I can't afford to buy new ones, I can't even mortgage them..." Then he fainted

……

"stand up."

"Ah! My legs! My arms!!"

"Huh? It's still connected?"

"Then you can swing your arms and walk freely again."

"I made some adjustments to your body to make them easier to use."

"Although you broke into my library without permission, I also unilaterally took away your limbs. Consider this as your compensation."

"You see, I am still quite patient and compassionate"

Roland couldn't bear to listen to the other party's one-sided words anymore and started to complain helplessly.

"Ah... bullshit, should I be grateful to you?"

Suddenly he remembered something and asked again

"So... the previous warning doesn't count anymore, right?"

"Of course, I also thought about a few questions while you were unconscious."

"My conclusion is this: you are to stay here and assist me."

The conversation between the two mainly revolves around the "library", where there is no need to worry about the safety of life, and even death cannot be achieved without her permission.

"Fuck, the tone is exactly the same as that of those people in the Mad Institute."

"Could it be possible that you would stuff corn and clockwork or something like that into a person's stomach and turn them into a living popcorn machine that can spit out popcorn while walking?"

"What the hell is going on here... It would be better to just kill me..."

"If you say one more word of bullshit, I'll make you into a popcorn machine just like you wish."

"I have answered every one of your meaningless nonsense over and over again."

No matter how stupid Roland was, he realized that he had been very rude just now and apologized quickly.

Angela then introduced herself as the director and librarian of the library.

"Angie... La... What a great name."

"So, what am I going to do?"

Angela patiently introduced the basic operating rules of the library

"Given that you have been living in the city and have experience as a closer, you should be able to handle all types of guests more skillfully than I am."

"I'm just a ninth-level useless guy who's the last one to finish off the team..."

That’s right, Roland was indeed a “Ninth Level Waste Material” at this time. He couldn’t even protect his own wife…

Angela went on to explain the job in detail, which in simple terms was to "fight" and "deal" with the guests, and just beat them to death.

"Heh... Do you have any strange fantasies about the strength of the Finisher?"

"What's more, I'm a good-for-nothing ninth-rank finisher? I'm not as versatile as you think."

"If it's him, it should be possible..."

"That's not within my scope of consideration. I've prepared a manual for you. Go figure it out yourself."

Angela was kind enough to prepare a manual for Roland, fearing that he would not understand.

On the other side, three "rats" were dealing with a corpse in the back alley.

"Hey! Stop wasting time and cut!"

"Those bastards from the Second Association may catch up with us at any time!"

The man who was shouting was called Pete, and the woman who handled the body was called Lenny.

She was cutting the internal organs with great force, but even with all her strength she had difficulty in doing so.

"I've never heard of this kind of body modification surgery..."

"No matter which angle you look at it from, his internal organs are very strange. He really..."

Hammer, who was watching from the side, also came over. He was also a good friend of the two.

At this time, people from the association were coming over quickly, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"Don't think about cutting it to make it look better, just tear it off!"

"If this continues, none of us will be able to save our heads!"

Pete urged, and just then Lenny seemed to notice something.

Without taking the time to check, they threw the items into their bags and quickly ran away.

"Peter, you are really brave. You actually dare to harvest the internal organs in the territory of the Second Department."

“This is the only thing we can do now.”

"We have to find a way to climb up no matter what..."

"You know my dream, right? One day, I want to be a 'fingers' in the back alley."

"Hey... I don't see many ambitious guys like you these days."

"Let's first think of a way to sell the organs we cut off."

Even a "rat" has the right to have dreams, but whether they can be realized depends on fate.

"The most urgent thing is to prepare the money to offer as tribute to the 'stray dog' as soon as possible."

"That's right... This may be a great opportunity for us to join an "urban legend" level gang..."

"Okay, everyone, come and see the results of this set~"

The offal harvested this time cannot be sold at all. They are in such a bad state that they can only be thrown away as garbage. It is too dirty to cook them.

After complaining about his bad luck, Lenny found an envelope, which was an invitation to the library.

"Alas... Anyway, this stall of meat can't be sold for any money. Tomorrow is the deadline for offering it as tribute."

Since they were going to die anyway, the three decided to give it a try and signed their names on the invitation letter.