Be a god in a survival game

"You know, more than ten years ago, those people... were all called gods." The employee with older qualifications and longer working hours sat there, staring blankly at the glowing eyes in front of him. The data on the screen, murmured.

Even the old employee didn't expect that after being shocked by the data, what he blurted out would be heard by the supervisor next to him.

Hearing what the old employee said, the face of the supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses became even more ugly.

He grabbed the old employee by the collar and lifted him up from his seat, "Why don't you do a good job of researching and investigating, and still talk nonsense here to confuse people?"

"Even if those people were once called gods, so what? In front of the Survival Game Management Committee, they are nothing! Those people, even if they are lucky enough not to die, don't know which dark corner of the low-dimensional world they are hiding in now , just like the rats in the sewer, they will never see the light for a lifetime!"

The supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses said angrily, sprayed all the spit on the poor old employee's face, glared at him fiercely, and said through gritted teeth:
"Listen to me, all of you! If you don't want to be dismissed from the Survival Game Management Committee, and you don't want to bring your family to die with you, you can find out about this matter for me!"

The supervisor was talking angrily, but he saw the newcomer who had just started working, as if answering a question in class, raised a hand to show that he had something to say.

"Say what you have to say quickly, don't whine!" the supervisor frowned angrily.

If he heard that young man say something about those people back then, he really couldn't help but fire him directly.

"That..." The young new employee carefully glanced at the furious supervisor, and said weakly: "Director, should we... temporarily close the system store to avoid causing greater losses... "

After hearing what the new employee said, everyone, including the supervisor, couldn't help but hold their breath.

The supervisor even twitched the corners of his mouth, let go of the old employee's collar, walked towards the young new employee, raised his hand, and slapped the young man unceremoniously.

"Why didn't you say it sooner, boy?!"

The new employee covered his face, suppressing the anger and grievance in his heart.

You are the supervisor, you can't think of it yourself, so blame me? !

As a result, the people in each office began to adjust the direction of their work, from actively looking for clues to those consumption, to preparing to temporarily close the system mall.

The supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses began to report the situation to his superiors. On the one hand, he wanted to obtain the authority to close the system mall.The most important aspect is to get rid of the relationship between myself and this matter, and to remove myself from this matter.

I didn't expect such a thing to happen. After listening to the supervisor's report, the superior leader was also shocked and angry.

The Survival Games Governing Council are some mercenary guys.

They never care about how many people die in the game, they don’t care what the low-dimensional world that becomes the game world will look like, they only care about how many things they can deprive from the low-dimensional world, and the resources and money in their hands and rights.

I'm sorry that I was really unwell yesterday, which caused confusion in the typesetting, and I will repost it now.