【Shining】Fallen

On the first day after overtime work ended, Gilgamesh felt an indescribable joy when he saw the bullies in the narrow space who were beaten up and groaned helplessly.

Well, he can understand the mood of those workaholics. Facing the rewards of his hard work, he really feels a sense of accomplishment.

There is no pressure to work all night. He is confident that jokes like death from overwork that only appear in dog blood dramas will never happen to him.

The end of the treatment does not mean it is completely over. The food can only last for a few months. The seeds here are inferior species, with low yield, easy death, poor taste, long growth cycle, and one crop per year.

When Gilgamesh asked when the next harvest would be, the answer was no—the seeds were planted in spring, but in April, it was heard that the world would be destroyed in a hundred days. Everyone thought that they would not wait for the grain to mature anyway, and confidently said Let go of it, let the land be barren, and sit on the mountain to eat nothing.

Gilgamesh:"……"

Another challenge is management confusion.Everyone in the narrow room is used to doing things in their own way, and no one agrees with each other. Everyone has little management experience. There are only three or 40 gang members on weekdays. Vertical management is extremely backward.

But since Gilgamesh is going to let people make orderly arrangements for daily food, wound medicine, shelter, avoiding small frictions, handling temporary affairs, daily affairs, emergency affairs, etc., I want to find some people to do administration, don't mess around They all came to him--"The Claddagh boy fell from the tree!" It's none of his business!

But he searched and searched, and he was either careless or impatient. Emiya had to take care of the affairs of Childs organization and had no time to be a part of it. Pointing at Shammut, who has nothing to do.

Shammut was stunned: "... what?!"

Gilgamesh had a cold face: "From now on, let me check the chores required for inventory calculation and arrange to clean up the registered population information. If you encounter problems, you can find a way to solve them yourself. If you can't do it, come to me again. By the way, the young and The older ones didn’t work for me, so you go and make a patrol schedule, let them maintain law and order, no one is allowed to smash, smash, loot and burn, um, just make the best use of everything, I don’t keep food for nothing.”

Shamut was driven to the shelves in a daze, and his subordinates were equipped with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. In order to prevent them from maintaining law and order and being overthrown, Gilgamesh gave them permission to arrange a group of automatic cleaning machines, with Karim taking the lead She was closely guarded behind Shamut, and she followed her wherever she went, and other people lined up to patrol the six districts without stopping all day.

The automatic cleaning machines have become substitutes for wheelchairs. The robotic arm wields the spatula, broom, and kitchen knife cleaner. Karim is not tall, and sitting on it looks like he has three heads and six arms from a distance.It's Nezha.

On the first day, Shamut didn't know anything, even if Gilgamesh arranged for her to work, she didn't even understand, the speed of the speech was too fast, the content had never been touched, the logic needed in it and the connection between the upper and lower, how to deal with it It's a more efficient way... She was completely at a loss, and she didn't have a complete set of ways of doing things in her mind.

After she was born, she was thrown into the narrow room. The wooden pen saw that she looked good. She was raised and sold to the Randall family when she was two years old, and became a canary in a cage.Her sphere of activities is only a small basement, and most of the opportunities to communicate with people are insults when she is abused.The woman who was in charge of healing her wounds and delivering meals liked her face and was willing to be kind to her, talk to her, and clean her wounds without pain.

Everyone seemed to have a strange reaction to her face, either refusing to let a speck of dust get on it, or covering her face and torturing her even more fiercely.

She had never laughed, and she was not allowed to laugh, "He can't laugh," the people in Randall said, throwing her to the ground and crushing her.

She lived in the days when every day could be the last day, the endless darkness and the pain of being dragged out without warning for sexual/abuse torture made her want to die for a while.But she dare not, she has never seen the sun, never heard the birdsong, her life is only pain, then, she must also be pain after death.

She thought she would turn into rotten mud in that dark basement, with bones crawling with maggots, no one knew, no one cared.

But perhaps fearing that the corpse would cause a plague, the Randall family ordered someone to throw her out.It was raining heavily, and she heard the raindrops hitting the mud and smelled a fresh, cool smell.She was lying on her side on the muddy ground, dying and bruised.

She was about to die, her strength was gradually losing, she couldn't even feel the pain, her body seemed to be floating lightly...but she was finally free.

She finally had something other than darkness and pain before she died.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help smiling.

Then someone turned her body over.

Maybe it was because she wanted to pick her up and continue to be imprisoned, or maybe she wanted to torture her one last time before she died completely, but no matter what...she didn't want to go back to the pain again, she...

—she was picked up.Gently, it touched the human body temperature through a layer of fabric.

The man hugged her like a flower, and looked at her calmly and indifferently, without any trace of malice.

He saves her, protects her.Shammut wanted to repay him, but she wouldn't do anything other than physically curry favor.She went to learn to cook, and the appearance and taste were not good, but he ate it and thanked her.

In that moment, Shamut felt saved.

She's not smart, just cowardly and submissive.Enkidu is completely opposite to her, extremely powerful and extremely pure, like a weapon.But weapons don't have hearts, but people do.

She has always tried her best to love Enkidu like a family member, teach him gently and guide him, even though she doesn't understand anything... But this does not prevent her from pretending to understand and expect Enkidu Able to truly empathize with human emotions.She is willing to give everything for him.

... But, no one told her that in addition to physical labor, she also needs mental labor? ? ?

Her brain was never used!She has never done administrative work!

Gilgamesh doesn't care if she can do it or not, he says he can do it, and he just waits for the result, administrative work, look at himself, go to the jurisdiction of Lily of the Valley to find equipment, and try to directly transform grain seeds Gene, speed up the growth cycle, improve the taste and increase the yield.Then it is necessary to re-plan the housing and road construction in the area, open water canals, repair sewers, carry out basic medical training and basic education promotion... No one can replace him for all these tasks, he must do it himself.

Shammut, who was overwhelmed by trivial and complicated chores, ushered in his savior while crying in the afternoon. One of the few talented people who had read, written, and learned—Andersen rolled up his sleeves and said Childs organization has nothing to do with him for the time being, so he just came to help.

His 1.4-meter stature brought a higher sense of security than the 1.8-meter Gilgamesh, and Shamut almost hugged him and cried.There were people shouting and shouting almost all the time. Andersen first unceremoniously let the automatic cleaning machine clean up the office, freeing up the office space and basic desks and chairs, and then let Karim and the others start in two rows. Stand by with the beam gun.

The long-distance communication in the narrow room basically uses wristbands. When the signal is not good, the conversation can be broadcasted and can be heard in the whole area.Andersen asked Shammut to select a few people to serve as temporary administrators in each district... This title is too inauspicious and unpopular—choose a temporary district chief to contact, stabilize the situation first, and then deal with it slowly.

Schmut hesitated and dared not make a choice. She used to decide what she would wear every day because of the Randall family. Such an important decision related to the entire region should be judged by her...

Andersen kept arranging a weekly schedule of digging, planting, patrolling, security management, and at the same time considering food distribution, wound medicine and inventory, and he couldn't help her.

In the end, Shammut uneasily chose a few people she had been with or heard of on weekdays, and who felt calmer, and went to various districts. Some of those people were unwilling, and they directly rejected Shammut.Shamut couldn't, so he had to change people again. After tossing and sweating until the evening, the flow of people decreased, and they could sit quietly and sort out their affairs.

Gilgamesh returned to Childs at this time, took a whole bag of seeds in his hand, and threw them to Shamut and Andersen, telling them that this is a new genetically modified species, and it will be sent to the entire narrow space by tomorrow, January Once ripe, the yield is high, although the taste is still poor, but the promotion of planting will be done first, and changes will be made later.

After finishing the order, he turned to talk to Enkidu, without giving them an extra look.

Shammut and Andersen looked at each other, feeling an indescribably complicated mood about the sudden increase in workload.Andersen raised his bracelet expressionlessly, making up his mind to recruit Cu Chulainn and Robin Hood to work together.

Emiya only needs to deal with 800 people, and there are [-] million people in the whole narrow room!

They are the ones who don't tell people to die from overwork!