Normally, this temp work was grueling and exhausting.
But because Seraphina Sullivan had things to hoard, she was experiencing a certain kind of secretive joy.
She completely lost track of time.
At a certain point, the number on the electronic screen on the wall finally hit zero.
Seraphina Sullivan finally let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, without Seraphina Sullivan continuing to use the [Sweet Fragrance], the clarity in Ash’s eyes gradually returned.
He stared blankly at the workbench. "We... we’ve already processed this many?"
Seraphina Sullivan answered without batting an eye, "You were just too focused. You were working especially fast."
Ash rubbed his temples. He felt like something was off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Looking at the workbench piled high with pork and the zero on the wall, he could only attribute it to his "survival instinct."
Ash rolled his shoulders. ’My shoulders are really sore,’ he thought. ’I guess I really was too into it.’
"Our work is done. Does that mean we can rest?" Seraphina Sullivan asked, wiping the bloodstains from her hands as she turned to Ash.
She clearly remembered Kieran Hogan saying that only after completing their quota would they earn the right to rest.
Ash looked around the sealed butchering room, his brows furrowed. "I’m not sure... but they can’t possibly expect us to rest in a bloody place like this, can they?"
The cramped space was filled with the thick stench of blood, and a thin layer of sticky gore had already pooled on the floor.
Resting here? The very thought was nauseating.
Just as the two were wondering what to do...
"CLICK!"
The sealed iron door suddenly began to rise slowly, and a blinding white light shone in from outside.
Seraphina Sullivan squinted, seeing Kieran Hogan’s small, thin figure standing outside the door, his broken lenses reflecting a cold light.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Evander Hogan was right," Kieran Hogan said, his shrill voice holding a hint of appreciation. "This batch of temps really is good. You’re the second group to finish the task this quickly."
Seraphina Sullivan was taken aback.
’The second group?’
’Who was the first?’
’It must have been two of the other four Players.’
Seraphina Sullivan fell into deep thought. She had the Butcher Profession, which was perfectly suited for slaughtering, yet she was only the second to finish.
’As expected, those four Players are definitely hiding something.’
Seraphina Sullivan also realized a drawback of her Eye of Resume.
It could only see surface-level information. If a Player wanted to hide something, it wasn’t guaranteed to find it.
’I still need to be more careful.’
Just then, Kieran Hogan casually tossed two red metal tags toward them.
Seraphina Sullivan deftly caught one. It was a crudely made identification tag with the words [Temporary Worker ID Tag] engraved on the front and a string of numbers on the back.
[7-2-14]
Seraphina Sullivan didn’t understand what the number meant.
"These are your ID tags, and also your dorm keys."
Kieran Hogan pushed up his glasses, the corners of his mouth twisting into a grotesque arc. "Today’s task is done. Continue tomorrow. Remember..."
He suddenly leaned in close, his putrid breath washing over their faces.
"Don’t go wandering around the slaughterhouse, you hear? Be careful... you never know which dark corner you might end up dead in."
With that, he turned to leave.
Ash looked at the ID tag, a question suddenly popping into his head. He mustered his courage and called out, "Um... Sir, where do we eat? As temporary workers... the slaughterhouse should provide meals, right?"
Seraphina Sullivan, who had been about to walk away, also stopped. That was indeed a critical question.
’Even beasts of burden have to eat, right?’
Kieran Hogan slowly turned around, his eyes behind the lenses narrowing into slits.
"This factory’s hygiene standards are definitely not up to code," Seraphina Sullivan said suddenly, her voice exceptionally clear in the empty hallway.

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