How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

The customer service representative quickly intercepted the @mention feedback signal, preventing it from being transmitted.

"This is ridiculous! This crappy chat group even has a separate program for the mention function!"

Although I knew that the junk that this little broken ball casually picked up was junk, I didn't expect it to be this junk.

That boss is lazy; he doesn't even want to fix things, as long as it runs.

"But suicide..."

The customer service representative thought the possibility was quite high, but the success rate was low.

Putting aside the fact that it is difficult for a transcendent being to be killed by means other than the erosion and destruction of their own rules, Little Broken Ball would never watch her die. Moreover, committing suicide in front of Little Broken Ball would be pure suicide, and Little Broken Ball would be hoping to secretly give her a buff if they had that skill.

"Wait, that β bastard could have thought of that too."

But similarly, given that β-brat's thought process, he'll probably try to make his suicide feasible, something that would truly disgust the little broken planet.

After much thought, I realized that this possibility could only arise at a crucial and special juncture, or under certain circumstances.

Then the question arises: under what circumstances can such a node and opportunity appear?

After thinking for a moment, the customer service representative quickly came up with an idea!

"What does this have to do with me! I'll just tattle! Can't that boss figure out the rest himself?"

She's just a useless, lazy bum, why think so much!

Once the thought was clear, I felt a sense of vastness and openness in the world.

The customer service representative quickly drafted a short report, writing down her thoughts and the speculations from the chat group before finishing!

"Okay! Notify the supervisor!"

Chapter 1616 The Red Thread Was Useless

[If nothing unexpected happens, your eldest daughter will choose to commit suicide, staging a grand self-immolation performance for you at the opportune moment.]

【Above~】

Upon suddenly receiving such a confident prediction from his subordinate, Little Broken Ball was slightly speechless.

There's not much she can do to struggle; surely she can think of something, so why would she need a dim-witted, lazy subordinate like you to remind her?

"However, the possibility of me committing suicide as my final act is indeed quite high."

At first, Little Broken Ball thought that his own β-child was more likely to stall for time by being uncooperative in various ways in order to find a way to run away. Now, after receiving a report from a subordinate who was slacking off, he also felt that suicide was more likely.

After all, her own son's personality is indeed similar to hers; it's highly likely that he'll impulsively choose to confront her directly.

However, the fact that casually staging a suicide scene for her actually gives her an opportunity is something that β couldn't possibly be unaware of.

"So now it's online, looking for a suitable moment that I can't easily interfere with to cause a scene."

That's what Little Broken Ball thinks, and that explains why that beta kid cooperated so well.

So what kind of situation is the most suitable?

She was aware of this herself, but she didn't think her son knew it; it was an experience gap that couldn't be bridged in a short time.

In other words, the initiative is in her hands.

"Then everything will be much easier."

The little ball smiled happily.

This situation practically puts all the power of interpretation in her hands.

As long as she designs an environment that is perfect in every way for staging a suicide performance, wouldn't her own child willingly fall into her hands?

By doing this, everything will be completely settled!

After being happy for a while, Little Broken Ball looked at Miss Fox in the training room and suppressed his joy.

My long working life had accumulated too many emotions, and they clouded my judgment.

"That brat stole a red thread yesterday."

That was something the two of them tacitly understood when she was tidying up the puppets.

After carefully considering all the roles the red line could play, the little broken ball quickly felt relieved again.

That thing is useless except for arranging marriages, so it's not worth worrying about.

She should think about how to set a trap for her own son first. She's been waiting for such a lucky guy for far too long, and she can't wait any longer!

"Don't blame Mom!"

Lucky kids are born to take their mothers' place at work!

Unrestrained laughter echoed through the office, letting the idle employees know that their boss was acting crazy again.

Fortunately, you can't hear it inside the training room.

Miss Fox, who was pretending to be in class with her eyes closed, secretly peeked at the little ball and wondered what it was laughing about. She realized that she hadn't even connected to the training room's course system yet.

Surely we shouldn't just accept the information that the customer service representative extracted from her group so hastily?

Miss Fox felt that Little Broken Ball couldn't be that naive. After all, she couldn't see any other possibility for suicide than jumping into a pit herself.

Miss Fox believes that Little Ball should also be well aware of this.

Miss Fox glanced out the window at the little broken ball, who was lost in her own fantasy world, and was slightly speechless. Could this woman be crazy?

"But it's all the same, they definitely won't be able to guess what I'm trying to do."

Shrugging, Miss Fox wasn't worried at all about the customer service and Little Broken Ball's antics.

After all, it's just a gamble. She's already done what she needed to do, so worrying about this and that is useless. Besides, it's a risk-free business, so there's no harm in trying it out.

Let's see what this little rascal will do after receiving a tip from the customer service representative.

"Now is the time to see what this course is all about."

When she arrived, the little broken ball didn't explain anything to her; it was just outside testing something. Miss Fox wasn't quite sure how the following things differed from what she had learned in the Armor Hero world.

But in any case, it's necessary to learn something. Judging from the way that little broken ball is standing outside the window, it's obvious that they're planning to set some traps for her in this regard.

In short, when Miss Fox chose to start the course, she felt her mind explode.

A massive amount of knowledge was crammed into my brain, and all sorts of complex and tedious formulas filled my mind. I had a severe headache and couldn't even squeeze out a single swear word!

This course is definitely problematic!

But under the intense pain, Miss Fox couldn't say anything and could only endure it, forcibly digesting the information that had been suddenly poured into her mind.

That contains much more detailed information about the Earth system, and not only that, but also information about the universe and how the world works. The sheer volume of information is as if all knowledge has been compressed, packaged, and then decompressed!

My head feels like it's going to explode!

"—!"

Then things calmed down, because my mind had really exploded.

Reaching out to scratch the head that no longer existed, I suddenly felt relieved.

Miss Fox first pulled up the course content and "took a look," only to find that it was not a beginner's tutorial at all, but just a knowledge zip file, pure.

Returning our gaze to the little broken ball outside the window, that unfilial mother was completely oblivious to what was happening inside, her hands flailing about, seemingly fiddling with something.

You son of a bitch—

I wanted to yell, but when I touched my mouth, I realized, oh, I don't have a mouth anymore, just a neck cosplaying as a fountain.

In short, stop the bleeding first, then repair... well, repairing is just another explosion.

That pile of knowledge is still conceptually stuffed into her "brain," and until she fully digests it, she can basically only be a headless knight.

Unless you want to put on a show where a strongman can split a skull, there are no strongmen.

Newbie just there to make up the numbers: (This is really baffling) (Photo)

Since things have come to this, let's move on to the water group.

Fallen Saint Black Cat: I've discovered that although that little broken ball isn't your biological mother, your shamefulness is inherited from one another, you shameful spirit!

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumps on Maoyu: Is now a suitable time to commit suicide? /Eating melon seeds

Celine Kaslana: Why don't you ask the security guard? @CustomerService

[Customer Service: Don't ask me, I don't know, and don't get blood on me!]

The newbie who was just there to make up the numbers: The security guard said she didn't know.

Silver-haired Xiang Gao: As you can see, in the blink of an eye, the headless knight, Miss Fox...

Mourning: Cute and adorable, but brainless

Celine Kaslana: By the way, Mom, what are you planning to do with that red thread you picked up yesterday? @CustomerService

[Customer Service: Why did you tag me? What does this have to do with me?! What does it have to do with me?!]

Newbie just trying to make up the numbers: What else can a red thread be used for? It's just for tying up a marriage, and it's not even mandatory.

Fallen Saint Black Cat: What's the use of that?

Newbie just there to fill a spot: emmmmmm…

Yeah, what's the use?

Suddenly, a picture of a beautiful, flawless little ball with special effects appeared in her mind, and Miss Fox fell into deep thought.

It's probably a high-definition wanted poster that you can "remember" at any time.

Newbie just there to fill a spot: That's all it's good for (shrugs)

Customer Service: ...No! Wait a minute!

[Customer Service: Where did you get this puppet?!]

P.S.: Ugh, it's gotten colder, and typing on the computer is starting to feel uncomfortable.

Chapter 1617 Neither Commercial Nor Confidential

As a subordinate, she was well aware of the red lines her boss had drawn.

Although it's a joke, it does indeed have the function of matchmaking, and it requires a specific puppet to be used.

It's nothing if your boss's kid secretly tears off a piece of the red thread.

But where did this doll come from?

Newbie just trying to fill a spot: Instead of asking this, why don't you think about why this thing works on those who have transcended?

Customer service: ...Oh, right!

Fallen Saint Black Cat: I think I've figured it out, the security guard isn't exactly a normal person either.

Sirin Kaslana: Are there any normal people in this group?

Zhao Yingkong: ...

Am I even human?! Am I even human?! Well, I guess I'm definitely not human. (Lying down)

Seven Returning Moon: (Only Kill)

Qi Pu Guiyue: What are you being so polite about! Just go up there and yell at the little broken ball's mother!

[Customer Service: ...So, how did you make the red line work?]

Newbie just trying to make up the numbers: ∠( 」∠)_

Celine Kaslana: My mom said it's a trade secret.

【customer service:…】

Faced with such vigilance, the customer service representative really didn't have a good way to deal with it.

Even though she was stronger than this kid in terms of combat power.

"Since this guy will be the successor, we still have to give him face."

The main issue is that at this stage, her boss is caught in a duality of being wary yet appreciative of her own person, making it difficult for her to take action.

So even though that's what they say, you still have to report it.

If they get treated unfairly in the future, that's something future customer service staff will have to worry about; it has nothing to do with the current customer service staff.

Cut ties—cut ties with your future self!