Chapter 137: There’s No 8-Hours of Work Policy in Soul Society
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Chapter 137: There's No 8-Hours of Work Policy in Soul Society
Spirit Cleansing Pavilion.
A ray of sunlight shone into the room through the window. Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was an old wooden ceiling.
The ceiling was connected to each other. Because it had not been repaired all year round, it had already been soaked in the rain. If one looked carefully, they could see the marks of worms on the wood.
This was a loft, and the furnishings were very simple.
Apart from the bed and bedding that had been pieced together with wooden planks and swayed a little while asleep, there was only a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire loft.
Although the decoration was very simple, Frank was at ease because this was the Spirit Cleansing Pavilion.
"I... didn't die?"
This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but the intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air. He felt as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been crushed by a car.
This was good news.
Because he felt pain, it proved that he was still alive!
It was a good thing to be alive, but it was also a pity...
Memories slowly emerged. Frank's eyes flashed with a touch of gloom. In the end, he still could not avenge Gwen.
Frank sighed and sat up from the bed.
Looking at the remaining half of his left arm and the butterfly-shaped bandaging technique, Frank could not help but reveal an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
This kind of bandaging technique that was clearly the works of little girl, it was obvious that it was done by Nemu.
Frank was not sad because he lost an arm. After all, it was a miracle that he was still alive in that situation.
He got up and put on clothes.
Frank packed up and went downstairs.
In the living room.
Nemu held a large basin of ice cream and sat barefoot on the sofa, watching TV as she ate. She said with her eyes fixed, "Don't move around for a while. Otherwise, if the wound breaks, don't come to me again."
Frank had a bitter look on his face. He nodded and said, "Where is Lod? I have something to ask him."
Nemu pointed in the direction of the underground space. "Brother is at the training ground, but I suggest that you go there later."
"Why?" Frank asked doubtfully.
"Brother is performing the 'sword Zen'. He doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to get beaten up, it's best if you don't go." As Nemu spoke, another two large spoons of ice cream fell into her stomach, and her eyes were still fixed on the cartoons on the TV.
"Then I'll wait for him downstairs." Frank glanced at the TV. Inside, there were cats and mice. He shook his head and walked into the underground space.
He had seen what Adjuchas meant from [A hundred things that death god had to know]. He already had the IQ of a human, so it was normal for him to run away after seeing Lod.
Incidentally.
This book was made up by Nemu, and the content was about some common knowledge problems of death god and hollow.
"There is one more thing."
Lod took out a cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Frank. He said, "Take this cell phone and don't lose it."
"What is this?" Frank caught the phone, put it in his hand and played with it a few times, and asked with a puzzled face.
"This is called a messenger." Lod said faintly, "The various teams in Soul Society are used to convey orders to the modern world death god, and the machines to detect the surrounding spirit bodies."
Frank looked at his phone and suddenly had an ominous premonition. "You gave me this, don't tell me you want to..."
"That's right!"
Lod nodded solemnly and said, "Soul Society's order has been issued. From today on, you are the official death god in charge of the New York area."
The corners of Frank's mouth twitched. "New York... I am in charge?"
Lod nodded and said, "That's right. Kill some hollow who invaded the world. These tasks are all under your control."
"Wait a minute..."
There was a lot of information in the air. Frank covered his forehead and asked, "If i'm the one killing the Hollows. What are you doing?"
"I, of course, am in charge of supervising you."
"Do you know how big New York is? With just me as a death god, even if I die from exhaustion, I won't be able to do it!" Frank took a few deep breaths in a row to avoid angering himself to death.
"It doesn't matter ---"
Lod showed a kind smile. "death god won't die of exhaustion. Moreover, Soul Society doesn't have an eight-hour working system."
"But... what if I can't do it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.
"You will die."
"..."
Frank was in a trance and felt as if he had joined a black company.
There is no holiday...
There is no eight hours working system...
No bonus and salary...
24 hours a year without rest, if you dare to ask for leave, you have to die...
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Chapter 137: There's No 8-Hours of Work Policy in Soul Society
Spirit Cleansing Pavilion.
A ray of sunlight shone into the room through the window. Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was an old wooden ceiling.
The ceiling was connected to each other. Because it had not been repaired all year round, it had already been soaked in the rain. If one looked carefully, they could see the marks of worms on the wood.
This was a loft, and the furnishings were very simple.
Apart from the bed and bedding that had been pieced together with wooden planks and swayed a little while asleep, there was only a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire loft.
Although the decoration was very simple, Frank was at ease because this was the Spirit Cleansing Pavilion.
"I... didn't die?"
This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but the intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air. He felt as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been crushed by a car.
This was good news.
Because he felt pain, it proved that he was still alive!
It was a good thing to be alive, but it was also a pity...
Memories slowly emerged. Frank's eyes flashed with a touch of gloom. In the end, he still could not avenge Gwen.
Frank sighed and sat up from the bed.
Looking at the remaining half of his left arm and the butterfly-shaped bandaging technique, Frank could not help but reveal an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
This kind of bandaging technique that was clearly the works of little girl, it was obvious that it was done by Nemu.
Frank was not sad because he lost an arm. After all, it was a miracle that he was still alive in that situation.
He got up and put on clothes.
Frank packed up and went downstairs.
In the living room.
Nemu held a large basin of ice cream and sat barefoot on the sofa, watching TV as she ate. She said with her eyes fixed, "Don't move around for a while. Otherwise, if the wound breaks, don't come to me again."
Frank had a bitter look on his face. He nodded and said, "Where is Lod? I have something to ask him."
Nemu pointed in the direction of the underground space. "Brother is at the training ground, but I suggest that you go there later."
"Why?" Frank asked doubtfully.
"Brother is performing the 'sword Zen'. He doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to get beaten up, it's best if you don't go." As Nemu spoke, another two large spoons of ice cream fell into her stomach, and her eyes were still fixed on the cartoons on the TV.
"Then I'll wait for him downstairs." Frank glanced at the TV. Inside, there were cats and mice. He shook his head and walked into the underground space.
He had seen what Adjuchas meant from [A hundred things that death god had to know]. He already had the IQ of a human, so it was normal for him to run away after seeing Lod.
Incidentally.
This book was made up by Nemu, and the content was about some common knowledge problems of death god and hollow.
"There is one more thing."
Lod took out a cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Frank. He said, "Take this cell phone and don't lose it."
"What is this?" Frank caught the phone, put it in his hand and played with it a few times, and asked with a puzzled face.
"This is called a messenger." Lod said faintly, "The various teams in Soul Society are used to convey orders to the modern world death god, and the machines to detect the surrounding spirit bodies."
Frank looked at his phone and suddenly had an ominous premonition. "You gave me this, don't tell me you want to..."
"That's right!"
Lod nodded solemnly and said, "Soul Society's order has been issued. From today on, you are the official death god in charge of the New York area."
The corners of Frank's mouth twitched. "New York... I am in charge?"
Lod nodded and said, "That's right. Kill some hollow who invaded the world. These tasks are all under your control."
"Wait a minute..."
There was a lot of information in the air. Frank covered his forehead and asked, "If i'm the one killing the Hollows. What are you doing?"
"I, of course, am in charge of supervising you."
"Do you know how big New York is? With just me as a death god, even if I die from exhaustion, I won't be able to do it!" Frank took a few deep breaths in a row to avoid angering himself to death.
"It doesn't matter ---"
Lod showed a kind smile. "death god won't die of exhaustion. Moreover, Soul Society doesn't have an eight-hour working system."
"But... what if I can't do it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again.
"You will die."
"..."
Frank was in a trance and felt as if he had joined a black company.
There is no holiday...
There is no eight hours working system...
No bonus and salary...
24 hours a year without rest, if you dare to ask for leave, you have to die...
Chapter 137: There's No 8-Hours of Work Policy in Soul Society Spirit Cleansing Pavilion. A ray of sunlight shone into the room through the window. Frank, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages, slowly opened his eyes. What came into view was an old wooden ceiling. The ceiling was connected to each other. Because it had not been repaired all year round, it had already been soaked in the rain. If one looked carefully, they could see the marks of worms on the wood. This was a loft, and the furnishings were very simple. Apart from the bed and bedding that had been pieced together with wooden planks and swayed a little while asleep, there was only a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the entire loft. Although the decoration was very simple, Frank was at ease because this was the Spirit Cleansing Pavilion. "I... didn't die?" This was the first thought that came to Frank's mind, but the intense pain made him suck in a breath of cold air. He felt as if all the bones and muscles in his body had been crushed by a car. This was good news. Because he felt pain, it proved that he was still alive! It was a good thing to be alive, but it was also a pity... Memories slowly emerged. Frank's eyes flashed with a touch of gloom. In the end, he still could not avenge Gwen. Frank sighed and sat up from the bed. Looking at the remaining half of his left arm and the butterfly-shaped bandaging technique, Frank could not help but reveal an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This kind of bandaging technique that was clearly the works of little girl, it was obvious that it was done by Nemu. Frank was not sad because he lost an arm. After all, it was a miracle that he was still alive in that situation. He got up and put on clothes. Frank packed up and went downstairs. In the living room. Nemu held a large basin of ice cream and sat barefoot on the sofa, watching TV as she ate. She said with her eyes fixed, "Don't move around for a while. Otherwise, if the wound breaks, don't come to me again." Frank had a bitter look on his face. He nodded and said, "Where is Lod? I have something to ask him." Nemu pointed in the direction of the underground space. "Brother is at the training ground, but I suggest that you go there later." "Why?" Frank asked doubtfully. "Brother is performing the 'sword Zen'. He doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't want to get beaten up, it's best if you don't go." As Nemu spoke, another two large spoons of ice cream fell into her stomach, and her eyes were still fixed on the cartoons on the TV. "Then I'll wait for him downstairs." Frank glanced at the TV. Inside, there were cats and mice. He shook his head and walked into the underground space. He had seen what Adjuchas meant from A hundred things that death god had to know. He already had the IQ of a human, so it was normal for him to run away after seeing Lod. Incidentally. This book was made up by Nemu, and the content was about some common knowledge problems of death god and hollow. "There is one more thing." Lod took out a cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Frank. He said, "Take this cell phone and don't lose it." "What is this?" Frank caught the phone, put it in his hand and played with it a few times, and asked with a puzzled face. "This is called a messenger." Lod said faintly, "The various teams in Soul Society are used to convey orders to the modern world death god, and the machines to detect the surrounding spirit bodies." Frank looked at his phone and suddenly had an ominous premonition. "You gave me this, don't tell me you want to..." "That's right!" Lod nodded solemnly and said, "Soul Society's order has been issued. From today on, you are the official death god in charge of the New York area." The corners of Frank's mouth twitched. "New York... I am in charge?" Lod nodded and said, "That's right. Kill some hollow who invaded the world. These tasks are all under your control." "Wait a minute..." There was a lot of information in the air. Frank covered his forehead and asked, "If i'm the one killing the Hollows. What are you doing?" "I, of course, am in charge of supervising you." "Do you know how big New York is? With just me as a death god, even if I die from exhaustion, I won't be able to do it!" Frank took a few deep breaths in a row to avoid angering himself to death. "It doesn't matter ---" Lod showed a kind smile. "death god won't die of exhaustion. Moreover, Soul Society doesn't have an eight-hour working system." "But... what if I can't do it?" Frank was still a little unwilling and tried to struggle again. "You will die." "..." Frank was in a trance and felt as if he had joined a black company. There is no holiday... There is no eight hours working system... No bonus and salary... 24 hours a year without rest, if you dare to ask for leave, you have to die...
