Demon Lord 3

It's true that I'm the boss here, and I have to make the decisions. I thought about it and put the things here aside. After all, I can't do it all at once! We talked for a long time before, and the recruitment of new people has also made this matter a reality. I just went to the Human Resources Department to take a look. A lot of new people have been recruited. It can be regarded as a wish come true. We can't do much here, but we are studio people after all. If we don't do things here, who will do practical things? The key is that when I heard the news, I was really shocked. I didn't expect that the morgue would have three floors, and they were all full of people. That means the mortality rate of this hospital is very high. Does this hospital really want to get into the funeral industry? I couldn't help but sneer. I felt like there was something truly sinister about this hospital. I couldn't pinpoint what it was, exactly. I'd previously gotten a rough idea, and besides that, there wasn't actually an archive room. What did that prove? There was practically no place to store these files. That meant family members who wanted to access the original files couldn't. With such a closed-door, non-transparent system, where would they turn? Or what would they do? Perhaps suing wouldn't work, after all, since the family members certainly couldn't beat the hospital. It made me clench my fist. Those people back then were capable of such heartless acts. Even though we've practiced cultivation for so long, and we can't claim to have achieved great merit, we haven't done anything this heartless. We couldn't possibly do it. It would truly be a sin against ourselves! Once you lose virtue, it's hard to regain it. I've disciplined those people, expelling those who deserved it, punishing those who deserved it, and even demoting quite a few. But they seem to simply take the blame for themselves, not others. What does that prove? Is someone paying them to take the blame? Who is it? I immediately thought of the dean, but then I thought again: He's worked diligently for us for so long. If that's the dean, what's his agenda? My mind was racing with random guesses, and I was feeling a little tired. I leaned back against the seat and fell asleep. We were driving to our lodgings. I was exhausted from all the hard work I'd done last time, and I was unusually weak. When we got back, I lay down on my bed and drifted off to sleep. Unexpectedly, in my dream, I'd arrived in a fairyland, a place where immortals resided. It wasn't quite the same as my previous dream, though somewhat similar, but now there seemed to be more people. These immortals weren't what I'd imagined. They looked like ordinary people, but their words were truly philosophical. Some relied purely on force. I couldn't tell which of these immortals were the most powerful. I didn't find anyone I knew here, only a bunch of unfamiliar faces, which startled me. What was the relationship between these strangers and me? Would they be hostile to me? This fairyland felt very familiar to me, similar to the larger world in my consciousness. So, what was so good about it? I continued walking. Everyone seemed to know me and treated me with respect, which meant I had a good position here. I looked around, but couldn't see my father. Perhaps he'd gone somewhere else. What was this dream trying to tell me? I was just randomly guessing, and finally I understood. It was telling me that there were many people, many things we couldn't manage. Even if we returned here, we'd already been in our previous lives, and we wouldn't be able to control them. Even if the people above us were pedantic and corrupt, we couldn't eradicate these core members. If we eradicated them all, no newcomers would be able to replace them. They would surely become powerful, and they would have their own food chain. If this food chain were disrupted, the entire ecosystem would be in serious trouble. Biology students should understand this, and I suddenly understood a little, but I still felt a little unwilling. After all, if we gave up now, we wouldn't be able to do anything. What could we do here? This isn't a fairyland at best; this is just a place for ordinary people. So what? Are we going to move them here?