Then they would come to love their work.
He seemed to have done it.
And even unlocked a rare achievement.
[With no reduction in headcount, when the average score per person exceeds 2 points, a special internal-affairs item is unlocked.]
This item practically solved Yun Xinghe’s problem of insane overtime.
This item was called Life Loan.
Simply put, it was an HP loan.
It could only be unlocked if the average daily contribution per person exceeded 2 points. This was also why Yun Xinghe had decided to suppress the Zone C team.
The Zone D team had obtained 47 points.
This meant Zone D had already started forcing people to work overtime, but not thoroughly. Zone D’s strategy was that some people worked overtime, some didn’t, rotating the overtime.
Zone D definitely longed for sustainable development. But not the kind of low-key, under-the-radar buildup in the early stage; they wanted to always maintain a decent score.
Zone C, everyone lay flat. Not a single person worked overtime.
And there were no casualties.
This made Yun Xinghe suspect that Zone C was the type planning to lie low at the start and explode later.
So Yun Xinghe immediately spent 20 points to launch an attack on Zone C.
Zone C’s work efficiency dropped to 80%, so on the second day, just to stay alive, they would be forced to choose overtime.
But Zone C’s day-one strategy made it very unlikely they’d go straight to full-bar overtime with everyone. Because people all "value their lives."
Ensuring sustainable development was the premise.
So Zone C would work overtime, but not to an outrageous degree. That way, their Life Value would be consumed, weakening Zone C’s explosive power later.
Just repeat this a few more times, and Zone C would never be able to trigger "Life Loan."
In other words, Life Loan...
This rule was a rule exclusive to himself.
My company can take out loans from the Rule Maker, what do you have to fight me with?
Not letting other team bosses know about the Life Loan rule, preventing them from bursting past 60 points—that was Yun Xinghe’s goal.
In Yun Xinghe’s eyes, Zone C’s performance was the most likely to blow up in the late game.
Then what about Zone B?
Zone B was nothing to worry about; Yun Xinghe knew very well that Zone B was trash.
A group with deaths on day one was absolutely not some "wolf in pig’s clothing" purposely showing weakness; it was purely... incompetence.
Or rather, the boss had other kinds of problems. Those five employees who jumped ship—one look at them and you could tell they’d been through some kind of wrecking.
...
...
Zone B.
Currently Zone B still had 22 people left; minus the boss, that was 21 people.
At the moment, Zone B really did have serious issues: 3 dead, 5 defected.
The boss of Zone B was called Alexander.
Best record: in a pure-monster community with only one human, survived for more than 70 days.
Trait: endurance.
At the start, when Alexander showed off his record, many people were quite convinced by him.
But very quickly, they discovered that Alexander was a complete pervert.
After everyone had finished their day’s work, quite a few people actually submitted overtime applications in order to stay alive.
And Alexander had already picked out his male pets and female pets.
"You all did pretty well. It’s 6 p.m. now. You can go rest; your scores have already been tallied and sent to me."
"Next, it’s time for your performance."
"Everyone, take off your clothes."
His evil rule truly began at that moment.
Yes, Alexander had zero interest in things like being a boss, running a team, or holding interviews. In his view...
Being suddenly drafted into this hellhole again had to mean some monster had activated some bizarre power.
He did not want to go through anything like that ever again.
Seventy days, a full seventy days...
He had relied on his endurance to please those monsters, those things covered in tentacles, pus, eyes, acidic secretions, all kinds of stuff that burrowed into every hole in his body.
In that place, he had gone through seventy days of Hell.
If someone filmed his experience, he believed that "Alexander’s Seventy Days" would absolutely crush "Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom" in terms of perversion and freak-show level.
By the third day, Alexander’s mind had already shattered.
Smashed to pieces by countless tentacles...
In the apocalypse, human dignity simply did not exist. He was like a mole, constantly burrowing into holes. Some were as hard as rock, some were as bizarre and foul as internal organs or intestinal walls.
Alexander had long forgotten how he had even managed to stay alive in that place.
He had lived for seventy days in a place full of monsters. He watched them one by one lay egg-like things, and after those eggs rotted, the freakish creatures inside, all with faces just like his, would turn to him—a man—and shout:
"Mom."
He was so disgusted he vomited, but his stomach acid had long been puked dry; what he retched up was only that strange protein slurry that other tentacles had poured into his mouth.
This was Alexander’s experience.
After being wrecked like that in both body and mind, he had long since turned into a monster himself.
"Tomorrow you’ll all die. If you please me, I can guarantee that you’ll have a delightful experience tonight!"
That night...
Three people couldn’t endure Alexander’s sick games and ultimately refused to take part, so those three died.
Also that night, five people suffered the greatest humiliation of their lives. They even felt that not even monsters would do such things, yet a human being had performed grotesque acts beyond their comprehension.
It was a night of evil, a night so vile even Satan would want to find a priest to purify his eyes.