It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Reality is often cruel, so just go with the flow and protect yourself.

How could Xiao Huai not understand this truth?

Just understanding does not mean acceptance.

At this moment, the door to the office slowly opened, and a man in uniform poked his head out. Seeing the two people standing outside, he showed a puzzled look:

"What are you doing? Are you still working overtime so late?"

The ghost outside the door looked back at him and said calmly, "It's nothing, it's over."

He paused, then turned to Xiao Huai and said, "I'm done with overtime, so I'm going back first. See you again if we're lucky."

There seemed to be a hint of sincerity in his tone, as if he was speaking the truth to someone on rare occasion.

After saying this, he turned and left, disappearing into the gray mist.

Xiao Huai stood there with his eyes lowered.

"New here?" a strange voice came from inside the door. Xiao Huai turned around and saw a normal-looking middle-aged man leaning against the door, looking him up and down. "Are you here for a job?"

Xiao Huai nodded.

The man pointed casually: "Third floor, on the left corridor, the room is at the end. Go quickly, don't waste time."

"Thank you." Xiao Huai responded casually and walked into the office.

The layout of the office is clean and cold, the smooth marble floor reflects the dim light, and the walls are covered with large electronic screens.

Various messages were scrolling on the screen, and one of them caught Xiao Huai's attention:

"Monarch's Parade, Energy is randomly given away, and only two weeks remain for the celebration to begin."

Xiao Huai glanced at the screen and walked all the way to the third floor. There was an indescribable sense of coldness and depression in the air, but he was not completely desperate.

Everyone seems to be busy with something and seems to be living a fulfilling life.

But perhaps behind this fulfillment lies a deep fear of hunger.

At the end of the left corridor on the third floor, Xiao Huai stopped in front of a closed door.

There was no name on the door, only a screen hanging on the wall next to it, displaying a few words:

"Job Hunting Office - Welcome to join the construction of order in the Hungry Ghost Realm"

Xiao Huai stared at these words, raised his hand and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, several old desks were placed in a mess. A few people sat behind the desks, their faces haggard and their eyes empty. Occasionally, someone would lower their head to look through the documents in their hands, their fingers as bony as dead branches.

When Xiao Huai came in, several pairs of eyes in the room raised their heads almost at the same time, and their gazes swept over him mechanically.

But when they saw him, the eyes of several of them couldn't help but linger for a while.

After a moment, a man dressed slightly neatly stood up and pointed to the far left of the room. He said in a cold but polite tone, "It's in the room on the far left."

Xiao Huai walked in the direction he pointed.

The all-black door stood quietly at the end, and the heavy black color seemed particularly depressing.

Before he even got close to the door, he heard a low but clear voice from inside: "Come in."

Then the door opened automatically.

The room has soft lighting, simple yet exquisite furniture, and several ancient yet powerful paintings hanging on the walls.

In the center of the room was a dark wooden desk that was so clean that there was almost no clutter. The man behind the desk was staring at him quietly with a pair of golden eyes.

The green short hair lies softly on the forehead, and the hair occasionally reflects a soft luster, with a sense of low-key luxury.

His face had distinct lines and he wore a pair of gold-framed glasses, which made his golden pupils look even more dazzling.

When Xiao Huai appeared at the door, the man looked up at him and never looked away.

He looked at Xiao Huai carefully, as if he wanted to see through him from inside out.

The silence lasted for a moment before the man finally spoke in a deep and magnetic voice: "Although I really hope you can be my colleague, this job may be more suitable for you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a contract from the pile of documents on the desk and gently pushed it to the center of the table.

The black font on the front of the contract was clearly visible under the light, and it clearly read two words:

reporter.

"Take a look." The man's lips curled up slightly. "It's written in great detail here. It details the energy distribution, the work content, and everything you need to do."

Xiao Huai glanced down at the contract, a faint smile playing on his lips, and then he looked up at the pair of golden pupils: "Reporter? Sounds... quite suitable for me."

The contents of the contract are clear at a glance.

The above details the responsibilities of journalists: delve into various fields, dig out the most impactful stories, and use props to extract the energy of desire.

If you want to collect the highest level of desire, journalist is indeed the most convenient profession.

Because the most extreme emotions are always hidden in the most secret corners, or belong to those who stand at the top of the field.

And journalists can easily access the world over there.

But Xiao Huai did not sign the contract immediately.

His eyes fell on the face of the green-haired man across from him.

There was a faint orange light beside him, which only Xiao Huai's eyes could capture.

The orange light means that he has a chance to reach the upper limit of two basic trust points.

He felt a stir in his heart and reached out to take the contract. His tone was calm but with a hint of meaning: "What's your name? Maybe I can grow into a good enough reporter to interview you in the future."

The green-haired man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looked at Xiao Huai intently, and after a moment he slowly spoke:

"Louis."

After hearing this, Xiao Huai raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

[Savior Title Basic Trust Value +1% (Current: 45%)]

Xiao Huai's smile was not deep, but it carried a power that could not be ignored.

He quietly activated the title of savior, and an invisible force quietly flowed between him and Louis.

Louis's eyes were a little dazed at this moment, his eyes became blurry and trance-like, as if he was suppressed by some invisible force.

"Louis." Xiao Huai spoke in a low voice. His voice was like a whisper, but also like a guide that penetrated people's hearts. "Tell me - why can't they see hope in their eyes?"

Louis was stunned for a moment, frowned subconsciously, and his throat moved slightly.

His reason told him to remain vigilant, but for some reason, at this moment, he couldn't help but answer, his tone low and with a hint of helplessness that he couldn't conceal:

"Because the rules prevent them from ever seeing hope."

The moment the words came out of his mouth, Louis' body shook violently, as if he realized something, and his eyes became clear again.

He looked up at Xiao Huai, his golden pupils narrowed, and he began to re-examine the person in front of him.