Sleepman of a Ruined World 800

Chapter 800 – 800. Administrator

“Senior administrator. I have completed applying all the programs you instructed. Can I monitor it now?”

“Oh. Really? Let’s take a look. Hmm… Is this the new sequence applied this time? What is the expected efficiency increase rate?”

“0.04 percent. If you include synergies, you can expect up to 0.2 percent.”

“Didn’t you report that it was 0.15 percent?”

“While improving the function, we fixed some unreasonable parts. So expectations were raised upward.”

“That sounds good. I understand. I had a hard time.”

I became a full-time manager. To be precise, a low-level manager.

In order to attack them from the inside, it was necessary to become a proper manager that these guys required.

For that, my pride, my temper, my ambition. There is no need for that now.

Because that doesn’t matter. Things I can put aside for a while to achieve my goals.

That’s why I hid it.

There’s nothing to gain from revealing it now, so it’s right to hide it.

“Mr. Kwon.”

As I was about to return after finishing the report, Allen called from behind me.

“Yes, senior manager.”

A polite title, a polite attitude as if asking if there was anything else to be ordered.

Allen, who saw that, looked at me and smiled faintly.

“I thought you would adapt quickly to being a manager. Let’s just keep going like this. I have high expectations.”

“It’s not too late to tell me about that after I achieve more results.”

“There is no such thing as early or late. That’s what the time axis is. Oh. And that soul bead… Do you still have it?”

“Yes? Yes, of course.”

“Yes, the day will come when you will dispose of it with your own hands. When that happens, you will truly be the perfect manager. You worked hard. Go for it.”

She thought as she left Allen’s room and returned to my work place.

It’s been quite a while since she became a manager. Actually, as he said, time has no meaning.

I still don’t completely understand that, but let’s say it anyway.

After a while of being polite to him and carrying out my managerial duties without any problems, he told me many things.

Before he became a manager, he would explain everything to me, even though I was abrasive, so after he became polite, he became more talkative.

He also became a manager with a soul bead.

Besides, he brought a bit too many soul beads. He said he brought over about a thousand.

A thousand soul beads. That is, a thousand people.

More than the last ark I managed.

Well, with that guy’s personality, that might be possible.

But… He became an administrator and disposed of all the soul beads with his own hands.

And it wasn’t because Allen was particularly eccentric.

It is said that most people who become managers come up to the Upper Area with soul beads, but ultimately dispose of them with their own hands.

Because I feel useless. Because there are limits.

When you become an administrator, you are given a server to do whatever you want.

Since you can receive a certain number of souls, which is absolutely not a small number, the server becomes a world where you can truly do anything.

Truly a god. Being able to become the god of that world.

Soul beads can be released there.

I can give you a worthy body, and you can do whatever you want.

When you first become an administrator and receive a server, everyone gets excited and creates the utopia they wanted.

And then he releases the soul he brought there.

Souls that he brought because he thought they were precious.

The best paradise created for such souls.

Moreover, administrators can intervene in privately owned servers.

You can literally go inside and live.

This is possible because a thousand years of a server’s life can be equal to one second in the Upper Area.

A life with the people you cherish in the paradise you created.

It definitely won’t be bad. It has to be good. But that also has its limits.

I think… It seems like they are doing it that way on purpose.

I’m sick of it. Feel your limits.

If you stop playing a fun game in the middle, the desire in your head will only grow.

You won’t be able to do anything else, and your mind will be full of thoughts about the game.

But what if I told you to play that game as much as you want?

What if you watch the ending and do everything you can in the game?

What if it makes it, so there’s nothing more you can do?

The passion and desire that was burning brightly fades away on its own, without anyone telling us to.

There comes a time when it becomes more of a hassle than fun. The hand naturally leaves.

Therefore, those who become administrators will eventually release the souls they brought with them.

Something I don’t understand. But most people say they do that.

There is only a difference in the period, but that period is not very meaningful.

The time in the Upper Area is a little different from the regular time.

I too have been given a server and assigned a soul, but I have not yet released the seven women into the world.

I just watch the server like watching a fish tank in an aquarium.

I’m creating my own world, but I don’t want to include seven women in it.

That… It’s not what I want. And they probably think the same as me.

I’m so sick of my women that I’m scrapping them with my own hands? A sound that makes sense.

With that in mind, I arrived at where I work.

A wall with numerous numbers written on it, and lights next to it.

Light displayed in a gradient from green to red.

Each of those numbers are servers, and those lights are a simple way to understand the yen production status of the server.

The server where billions of souls live is, to them, defined by just a line of numbers and a light.

I don’t care what’s going on inside. For them, the server is only of interest.

“Oh, Seongcheol. How do you feel? What did the manager say?”

“You said it was okay?”

“Ugh. Really? That’s a good thing. I knew it would be like that. Wow. I feel more at ease thanks to the arrival of a smart successor.”

This man speaking to me is Berov. A mid-level manager, one of my seniors.

He is a bit of an unusual man. A mid-level manager is not something you get by being cheap, so he is definitely more skilled than me.

But he always humbles himself like that.

Period? Jealousy? There was no such emotion visible at all. So, people are even more concerned.

Okay. It’s more dangerous than Mackenzie, who looked at me like she didn’t like me and then quickly changed her expression to say nothing was wrong.

MacKenzie is also a low-level manager like me.

A man who sometimes looks at me as his successor as if he doesn’t like me.

But to be honest, I don’t want to believe in something being revealed so openly.

These guys are all the last people left in the world.

Moreover, they are the ones who took the manager training course.

They say they are not clumsy people.

Actions, facial expressions, tone of voice… I think those things all have meaning.

There’s no way I can look that young. It couldn’t be possible.

Anyway, it blends into that kind of managerial life.

There is nothing I can do now. All I have to do is show myself as a faithful manager and gain their trust.

The good news is that they can’t find out what I’m doing on the private server or what happened to my soul beads.

I guess there is that level of privacy.

Of course, it could also be monitored, but it doesn’t look like that yet.

But I’m sure there will be one. Even if I were a superior, I would still try to check such things.

We have to figure out a way. So that it is thought that the soul beads have been discarded.

So that you can believe that I have completely integrated into the life of a manager.

The life of a manager continues.

To be honest, it’s boring and uninteresting. To the point where I regret becoming a manager.

Maybe it’s because it’s difficult to play the role of a conscientious manager.

Social life is really difficult for me. Even when you’ve lived for over a thousand years, you’ve never experienced anything like this, right?

But now, what about social life? Ugh. This is really very difficult.

Still, it doesn’t mean you can’t do it. I can endure this much for my goal.

I want to see my girls again.

Seunghee, Mina, SeAh, Anna, Minhee, Haruka, Aki.

That desire is nothing compared to this kind of manager’s play.

Being a manager is just a means. It will never become a goal.

To others, he will just look like a guy caught up in his regrets from before coming to the Upper Area.

But I value this. Maybe I’m wrong.

But no one has an answer to that, right?

After some time as a manager, Allen went from a senior manager to a top-level manager.

Beroff became a senior manager, and MacKenzie, who had been glaring at me, became a mid-level manager.

Only then did the guy stop glaring. Is he really that kind of personality? That’s just as surprising.

Moreover, I also had a new manager under me.

A man named Granz. But why are they all men’s bathhouses? Women aren’t easy to look at.

Anyway… Time has passed, but I see no sign of being promoted to mid-level manager.

It’s definitely time to become a mid-level manager, both in terms of performance.

After thinking about it carefully, I think I understand the reason.

Allen, who became a top-level manager, also hinted once more.

Of course, the problem is the soul beads I have. In their eyes, it will seem like I haven’t let go of my regrets yet.

I have tried many things so far.

We tried our best to hide the soul orb, but it is clear that they are still aware of its existence.

I had no choice but to create a body for them to stay on my server.

You can just extract the soul again. Even if you don’t have any specific skills, you can extract souls at any time.

But if they have a way to track the soul itself, this method is meaningless.

However, as I learned while working as a manager, these people see the soul as nothing more than a shame.

Hundreds of millions of souls performing production activities on the server.

They don’t even look into the server itself. I’m just interested in the yen they generate.

So, here’s how to try it.

My world. My server. There, they created bodies identical to their previous appearances.

This is possible because you are an administrator. However, this body is not meant to be alive and move.

An immortal body that can remain asleep without eating or drinking.

Just a camouflage to hide the soul.

I could wake them up here and live happily ever after, but… That’s not the result I want.

I’m thinking of making them administrators too.

So it’s best to do it this way for now.

Of course, I didn’t ask them.

They will have happy dreams while in that body.

To be precise, I will continue to relive happy moments as I live for over a thousand years.

So please wait a moment. I’ll solve everything. Please stay like that for a moment.

The method seems to have worked. After that, Allen’s expression toward me became a little softer.

Now it seems like they are completely seen as business partners.

It is clear that something has been done to the soul orb.

So, after that disappeared, the treatment changed like that.

The effect was clear. A new lower-level manager was selected, and I also became a mid-level manager.

It was like that too. To completely cut off the lingering attachments of the past.

That was the most important condition for promotion.

And I definitely learned about the weaknesses of these guys.

They’re not watching me in such detail.

It doesn’t track individual souls.

You still don’t know about the existence of the seven women sleeping on my server.

So, I guess they gave me a promotion.

But that doesn’t mean I think I’m completely fooling them.

They may have pretended to be deceived and assigned a mid-level manager.

It could be that they are watching to see what I am going to do.

Even so, there is nothing we can do about it. I have no choice but to keep going.

Moving up to a slightly higher position, collecting more information, and looking for opportunities.

Because there’s nothing else I can do.