To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 837 - 462: Really spirited today

"Mr. Merlin, we have received your appointment. Thank you for your support and recognition. Please visit the manager’s office before two o’clock tomorrow afternoon."

Upon seeing that his application had been approved, Merlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Death wasn’t terrifying, but a death without meaning was.

He had once been an ordinary clerk, doing a job that wasn’t particularly good but wasn’t bad either.

His daily tasks involved calculating each person’s wages and bonuses in the factory, determining how much tax the factory was supposed to pay, and figuring out what benefits and bonuses everyone should receive.

Every now and then, he would earn some extra income, such as cooking the books for the factory owners and managing some legal tax evasion for their accounts.

For someone of reasonable intelligence, this job was quite easy.

And because his intelligence was average, his fraudulent accounting was almost never discovered by the younger children, and his skills allowed him to effortlessly gain wealth several times over that of others, yielding him a decent income in his world.

Until the Cultivators arrived.

Seeing those Cultivators descend from the sky filled Merlin with terror.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with science fiction novels, and he had imagined what aliens might look like, but he had never thought that they would actually descend from the sky and be able to control the world’s elements, making the impossible possible.

Only then did he realize that his home was a factory planet, a place tainted by some evil presence, and they were the last of the survivors.

The factory wasn’t producing products, but weapons of evil intent, and they were unwittingly accomplices to this malevolence.

Theoretically, they should have been hanged for it.

However, since he genuinely knew nothing about these matters, Merlin was pardoned and continued his accounting work.

After all, he was smart enough not to delve too deeply into their motives, not to ponder why they needed falsified accounts, nor to think about what they were actually doing.

He only needed money to take care of his pet dog, his wife, and their two children—that was enough.

He had indeed done bad things, but that was his job.

What could be blamed on a person who worked earnestly?

So, retribution came for him.

In the instant that the shadow invasion occurred, he watched with his own eyes as the world before him was erased by a mysterious force, disintegrating before his gaze, then starting to warp and distort.

Some parts of the world disappeared, while others connected with another world. The high-dimensional beings were so inconceivable that Merlin couldn’t even understand what had just happened.

All he knew was that his beloved wife had vanished without a trace, their two adorable children were gone, and everything he had once taken pride in dissipated in that moment, all because of a mere shadow.

He began to hate everything around him with a vengeance, cursing everything he saw.

He started to reflect, to consider whether his nonchalance had killed his wife and children. The bullets from the past had finally struck him between his brows, taking away everything he had once yearned for.

He engaged actively in combat with the raging humans, not caring about the wounds covering his body.

He grew numb to pain and even started to crave blood, praying for death to come as atonement for his sins.

But a regrettable thing happened.

He discovered he couldn’t die anymore.

He had been contaminated somewhat, and the appearance of the shadows had granted him a certain immortality.

He could still be injured and bleed, but his body seemed to record his peak state, automatically recovering after some time had passed.

Even if his head were chopped off, he couldn’t die. A special power made him an extremely unique existence on the battlefield, and with each death, he grew stronger.

Compared to others, he was considered lucky.

He had personally watched that evil black shadow slash across the sky, across the faces of his comrades, inflicting them with countless confusions and despair, culminating ultimately in sheer madness.

Among the many who gained strength from the shadow, he was exceedingly fortunate.

But being unable to die also meant he couldn’t escape the torment of self-blame. Every midnight when dreams haunted him, he would see his loved ones wailing in hell, burning endlessly in the flames.

Waking up drenched in sweat each time, he knew that unless he restored this world to what it was, he would never forgive himself.

Driven by an obsession for revenge, he came here and joined an organization formed by players.

This organization possessed formidable strength; their leader was wise and decisive, with actions swift.

While others were still in disarray because of the shadow, they had already marshaled a powerful force and had begun establishing order amidst the ruins.

After learning the basics about this group, Merlin did not hesitate to decide to join and contribute his power here.

After reviewing his file, the new organization immediately called Merlin over.

Filled with excitement, Merlin arrived at the appointed time here, ready to embrace his mission.

Before coming here, he had already familiarized himself with the basic information about Liuzi, Xiemen Waidao, and other managers.

Liuzi was evil yet capable, Xiemen Waidao was capable and evil.

There was another whose name he couldn’t remember, but he was said to be evil but not so capable.

In the past, Merlin would never have chosen to serve characters like these.

But now, with all order destroyed, an evil yet powerful ruler seemed more trustworthy than a bunch of kind but feeble folks. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

So when he faced Xiemen Waidao, Merlin was prepared to be treated as a flesh-and-blood weapon.

Organizing his position materials, Merlin looked at Xiemen Waidao with a determined glint in his eyes.

"Sir, who do you need me to smash to death?"

Xiemen Waidao glanced at the other’s file, then at the man himself, and couldn’t help feeling that those recently gathering information were unreliable.

What kind of lunatic did they send me?

But he was in need of people, as the zombies lacked self-awareness. Although they were handy in certain dangerous industries and physical tasks, they were virtually useless for anything involving cognitive labor.

So he gestured for Merlin to quiet down, then said to Merlin, "Frankly, we need you to do work that requires more intellectual effort."

"Intellectual labor?" Merlin thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "Have you started using brain bombs already? This technology has a wide range of applications, and I quite like it."

"Do you really know how to use your brain correctly?" Xiemen Waidao sighed, "Let me put it more directly—I want you to help us make money."

"What time is it, and you’re thinking about making money! Hurry up and find a way for me to die!"

At that moment, Xiemen Waidao and Merlin shared the same thought.

I’ve encountered a madman.

Today is just too exciting!