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Chapter 693: Chapter 594: Container

After leaving the office somewhat puzzled, Pei Sheng didn’t head back to his own project team but approached when he saw Li Ziwen issuing tasks to the Operations Department.

Once Li Ziwen had finished, he suddenly asked, “Have you noticed Shuo acting really weird today?”

“Weird in what way?” Li Ziwen replied without lifting his head, busy with the documents in his hands.

“Before, he never cared about what others thought of him, acting like an unemotional workaholic. But today, he actually asked me if he usually seems too indifferent.” Pei Sheng said, scratching his head.

Finally, Li Ziwen looked up at him, and a flash of light flickered across his smooth glasses.

Then he responded seriously, “Maybe his late teenage years have finally hit. When he came in earlier, he even gave the receptionist’s thighs a couple of extra looks. Although Chen is wearing a rather short skirt today, I really should tell her to be mindful of that.”

...

Pei Sheng: “…???”

Pei Sheng felt there were so many points he could critique in that statement, yet for the moment, he couldn’t even figure out where to begin.

Walking up to him, Li Ziwen patted his shoulder and continued, “Don’t worry about it so much, he always has his own limits in what he does. You’d better focus on how to complete your own project.”

Pei Sheng: “…” Damn it, they’re both doing this on purpose!

After Li Ziwen also walked away, Pei Sheng still felt like he couldn’t quite grasp the situation.

His own instinct told him that Xu Shuo had indeed been acting differently lately, even if he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

It wasn’t until Xu Shuo himself brought it up today.

He suddenly realized, wasn’t it that his emotions seemed much richer than before?

—Is that so?

Pei Sheng scratched his head, confounded.

Whatever, better not to dwell on it.

He turned and was about to head back to his station, but as he passed the studio’s entrance, he glanced at Chen sitting at the reception.

Huh, summer’s here.

…

Pei Sheng returned to his project team, still confused. After casually scanning the room, he suddenly spotted an earthy-looking employee!

Los was actually at his station!

“I remember, you’re supposed to be off today, aren’t you?” Pei Sheng asked, bewildered.

“Hmm…”

Los: Because the boss had brought me to the company’s entrance, I figured since I was here, I might as well come up and take a look.

Lowering his head, Los said, “I just suddenly remembered that there was an issue with a program panel. I thought I’d better come in early to handle it so we wouldn’t find out later during the later stages of the work.”

Pei Sheng: “Oh…”

Such a conscientious overtime worker.

Indeed worthy of the talent who stated upon joining that he aimed to help Radiance become a major company and then ascend to management!

Pleased, Pei Sheng patted his shoulder and walked away.

Los watched his retreating figure and then glanced at the office nearby. After pushing up his black-framed glasses, he resigned himself to begin his overtime work.

…

Five hours of overtime.

Evening.

Los stayed until he was the last one to leave.

Only when the studio and its surroundings were completely deserted, did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and took off his glasses.

His pitch-black pupils flickered with a hint of gold and red, lighting up the dim interior, and in the silent studio, only his figure shone.

Ignoring the surveillance, Los went directly to Xu Shuo’s office and picked up the cactus on the desk to check its condition.

The cactus was lush and verdant.

Almost too green for a succulent.

“The excess emotions absorbed are a bit too much, it seems our presence has caused some influence.” Los frowned slightly, pulling out a strand of gold and red energy from the cactus without a ripple and smoothly absorbed it into his body.

After placing the slightly dimmed cactus back on the table, Los surveyed someone’s personal office once more.

Quite minimalist, indeed.

And with a peculiar lingering scent.

… @@novelbin@@

Los returned home to a pitch-dark house with no lights on, the faint glow from outside the window casting silhouettes of the room and furniture.

And there sat that girl on the sofa.

Luofu had been waiting obediently all day.

“Do you know where Angela might go?” Los turned on the living room light and asked while changing his shoes at the entrance.

“She would probably stay away from you at first, then slowly try to get close again and gather information. After you left just now, she even came back once,” Luofu said, blinking.

“What did she come back for?” Los changed his shoes.

“To get money.”

…

Good grief!

Causing chaos is one thing, knowing you can’t just conjure money in this world is another, right?!

Los rushed into his bedroom, checked his bag, and indeed found that his bank cards and phone were gone—as if he had invited a thief inside!

Looking at his empty wallet.

Los suddenly grew silent.

Because he remembered that he still had to compensate his boss for the car, and once it was repaired in a couple of days, he would need to pay up.

With these thoughts, Los turned to his sister and said solemnly, “So why didn’t you stop her?”

Luofu looked innocent: “I couldn’t beat her.”

This was true.

Out of the twelve of them, basically no one could beat Angela except Los himself!

Her destructive power was frighteningly terrifying!

Angela was the Pillar God of the Sixth Space Tower, overseeing the malice of billions of beings in the world, and she herself was at the forefront of rebellion and trouble-making, taking the greatest joy in watching dramas unfold, munching on melon seeds, and fanning the flames!

——Let the chaos rise!

Looking at his shriveled wallet, Los could almost see Angela’s arrogant face.

He rubbed his eyebrows, annoyed, somewhat understanding why Xu Shuo had been so aggressive and wore such a sour face today—he must have been influenced by her!

“Forget it, you should go back now,” Los said after securing his belongings, looking towards the girl in the living room.

“I won’t do anything rash here, my powers are well sealed, and I won’t cause you trouble,” Luofu said, batting her innocent eyes at him.

“It’s different in nature.”

Los took off his black-framed glasses and placed them on her, calmly saying, “Sealing your own powers won’t trouble this world, but just by existing in this world, you are constantly influencing another person.”

This was precisely the reason Los had thoroughly disguised himself as an unremarkable ordinary person.

Because only by minimizing his presence to the point where passersby would disregard it, he could avoid causing an influence.

The oversized black-framed glasses took up half of the girl’s face, making her appear even more petite and adorable.

Luofu tilted her head and asked, “So, brother, why are you so interested in that human?”

Los countered, “Do you know what we of the Sixth Palace exist to do?”

“To collect Emotional Faith Power from living beings.”

“And why do we collect it?”

“To sustain the operation of the twelve Space Towers.”

“Is that all?”

Los’s gaze flickered, the deep black of his pupils reflecting the girl’s face, a visage and personality that almost seemed carved from the same mold as someone else’s.

Luofu suddenly seemed to realize something.

“So, brother, are you interested in that person because he can serve as a vessel for Emotional Faith Power?”

At these words, Los just smiled and said nothing.

Neither confirming nor denying.

The Sixth Palace housed the twelve emotional Pillar Gods, overseeing the twelve Space Towers, but they were not the true masters of the Sixth Palace. The Emotional Faith Power they served was.

And those existences, of course, needed a vessel.