Constellation of the Reverse World 364

Chapter 364 – Chapter 364: Headhunting 1

Perhaps the blow to the Southern Continent was more severe than expected, and the Continent remained quiet without additional terrorism from the apocalypse. Miscellaneous crimes such as sex crimes and human trafficking by hypnosis apps that have already spread as they spread have steadily occurred, but terrorism by corrupt incarnations has not occurred.

So what I need to do is to find the talent I’ve been thinking about.

As long as the ability is at the academy, it has been proven, so there are fewer factors to consider. That doesn’t mean there isn’t much to see. Rather, I think it will be harder to find if you look around, but the reason was simple. I had to look not only at the incarnation, but also at the constellation.

In the best case, like the two werewolf constellations who became my friends, they are alien races and will not be attracted to human women. Since I’m a dreamer, I have to seduce a female incarnation, but I don’t want a love affair to happen because I’m jealous of that. There are so many ways to care for my incarnation, so there may be a Constellation that loves my incarnation like I do.

Also, we need a constellation that is not negative towards dream demons. In some fantasy worlds, dream demons may be spread similarly to incubus and succubus, the servants of the demon king who destroyed the world. The dream horse I thought of is a psychopathic murderer who chooses and kills children in his dreams his, and the dream horse defined by this world is a pheromone mass sex king, but there is no guarantee that the other world will do the same.

Constellations that have a negative view of the race of demons might be hostile towards me, considering me seducing an incarnation as ‘extortion’. What… If you say it grandiose like this, it will eventually be organized in one sentence.

An open-minded Constellation that will not think negatively even if I have sex with my incarnation.

“Constellation sir? What are you doing?”

“Huh? No, I just watched the Hwashin students.”

Maybe it’s because I’m looking at Hwashin in a daze unlike usual, but Lee Ha-rin, who was next to me, asks me a question. You must be curious to see a nobleman who should have been lounging around in the corner of the room, basking in the air-conditioner, refusing snacks and wandering around outside.

Of course, it’s ambiguous to openly say that I’m looking for a woman to have sex with, so I had to backtrack a bit.

“I wonder if there is another child who can bring me like I brought Park Seo-yeon this time.”

“Um, if that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to look around the other lab?”

“It’s no fun there.”

“Ah…!”

At this point, Lee Ha-rin, who noticed that she was wasting her time for no particular reason, smiled bashfully. Perhaps because of her tendency to give her allegiance to the Constellation close to madness, she does n’t carry on any more conversations and just stands next to me.

Anyway, she should be stuck in her lab because of me, so why would Lee Ha-rin spend time by my side? Feeling her conscience her pricked at her, she politely asked her question her to her standing beside me.

“The lab is busy because of me. Are you okay these days?”

“Ah! Don’t worry about that part.”

She answers with a smile more than I thought. She was worried that her brain her might have gone bad due to various research assignments and overwork, but her words her that followed reassured me and made me laugh.

“After seeing that Constellation-nim brought in other Constellation-nim’s incarnations and attached them as assistants, the academy put in a lot of furnaces and assistants. In addition, Ha-eun was able to take out housework robots from the city of dreams. It’s more comfortable than you think.”

Is this the power of power?

It is said that chores such as cleaning and organizing are done by can robots taken out of the city of dreams, office workers assigned by the academy to organize miscellaneous paperwork, and chores that require brains such as research assistants are done by the collaborating magic instructor’s graduate students and Park Seo-yeon. Story. Harin has become a mid-level professor with dozens of slaves at the age of 20.

… By the way, the magic instructor’s graduate student? Maybe that person was the old man with a soft voice who gave up the laboratory and started joint research. If he brought all of the instructor’s graduate students, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to increase the number of incarnations.

“Lab, shall we go and look around?”

“Everyone will be happy if the Constellation comes in person.”

I’ll have to go see it once.

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Graduate students in this world were not suffering from unfair treatment than they thought. Of course, compared to other jobs, it was the same that I suffered from low pay and excessive work. The reason is, of course, the existence of incarnations and constellations. While the Constellation was wondering if there was no talented person high up in the sky to incarnate——could it be possible to steal a graduate student’s thesis?

What if there is a bright graduate student who works as a slave and steals the results? In this world, a constellation that notices can turn a graduate student into an incarnation, and torturing a professor to appease my incarnation. No, even if the Constellation did not direct it, a graduate student who harbored a grudge and evolved into darkness as an incarnation might drown the professor. Even if Professor Akdeok is an incarnation, it is the same. If you have to intercept the results of the thesis or something, because of the difference between performance and talent, the moment the Constellation notices, the contract is canceled and the news is stuffed.

Of course, even if you don’t have your performance stolen for that reason, it’s the same as being overworked.

“Uh, um… You’re not forcing them to work, are they?”

“It’s not compulsory. They do it because they don’t have enough time to wash.”

“Really? Harin, can I trust you?”

“Of course, Constellation. Can I lie to the Constellation?”

“But why so far?”

Women who look pretty after washing and decorating are lying face down on the desk. No, to be precise, she was typing a document with her head bent and moving her fingers. Crunchy hair, sticky coffee left over from drinking, dark circles that look naked without makeup, disheveled hem of clothes and blankets spread on the floor, probably curled up on the floor.

If you take a good picture with a camera, it looks like you can film a documentary accusing slavery in modern society.

I thought that it was not only the performance that was not taken away, but that it was the same as living as a slave. Lee Ha-rin explains, but the situation is not well understood.

“That’s because it’s a project directly ordered by the Constellation-nim.”

“Is it that important?”

Maybe it wasn’t an empty word to say that they would be happy when I came, but the graduate students secretly raised their heads. He looked like a zombie brought to life by voodoo, but seeing his broken head his return to his proper posture with the sound of a bone made me feel a little proud.

Intrigued by the sight, I approached a graduate student with wavy brown hair who somehow managed to tie up her wavy hair with a rubber band.

“Oh, how are you!”

His voice his cracks, whether it’s been a while since he’s had something to drink or if he’s nervous. I don’t think we’re in a situation where we can have a conversation, so I took a bottle of water from the small refrigerator… Well, there’s only energy drinks and coffee in the fridge. When she takes out an energy drink and hands it to her, she bursts into a one-shot.

“There’s something I’d like to ask you.”

“Yes! Ask me anything!”

She replies as she straightens her crooked neck, holding her discipline tight, more like a soldier standing in front of her division commander than a graduate student.

“It looks like you haven’t even washed or rested, so why not take a little break? You have so much work to do?”

“Yes, I see! I’ll take it easy.”

“No, I’m not asking you to do that.”

The graduate student’s reddened face is evidently embarrassed. Half of being in front of her constellation, half of being in front of a handsome man, he seems embarrassed by his self-portrait and stupid answer to her. Her longing was 100 % of her curiosity her without any intention of her, so she left her term for a while and threw her question back at her.

“I heard from my incarnation that it’s okay because there are a lot of people.

“This, that’s because there are a lot of people.”

“If there are more people, shouldn’t there be less work?”

“Yes? No, I have to sleep less in order to work more.”

A conversation where something important seems to be missing. In the meantime, several other graduate students, who had been adjusting their clothes and desperately tidying up their messy hair, sneakily approached me. He looks like he is sneaking around like a fan contemplating whether or not to get an autograph from a celebrity in private.

It’s ambiguous to ask them to come and talk, so I take out an energy drink from the refrigerator and leave it on the table, and graduate students gather one by one like a stray cat eating a snack. Even if you desperately adjust your clothes, the wrinkles on the clothes you haven’t changed for several days seem unavoidable.

Aside from being pretty, it’s a level that can be compared to a soup kitchen for the homeless.

“This research project, a study conducted by the Constellation Lady herself, even giving her magical powers to her… Right?”

“That’s right. I’m providing the dream horse’s magical power. Oh, there are also magic stones that Haeun dug up.”

“It’s too small, so it’s still a bit too much to use for research… So, Constellation-nim, are you going to continue this research until it succeeds, no matter how many times you fail?”

“There’s no way I’ll give up on failing an experiment.”

The brown wave graduate student with whom we first started talking casually lifted up an empty energy drink can and put it down before asking a question. I’m supplying my magical power with sex, so how can I get a ban on sex just because I messed up the research a few times? At my words, the sullen-looking graduate students’ emotions are colored with joy and delight.

At this point, I could see and understand their emotional state.

Even if they do not lose their research achievements, if they fail, their support may be cut off or they may be pushed out by other incarnations with more talent than themselves. In such a place, I was an angelic employer who provided unlimited research materials and received support from the academy, but did not interfere with the laboratory and cut off graduate students.

So you’re changing yourself like that to make me look good. In short, it could be seen as a disaster caused by an overheated competition for loyalty.