Urgent recruitment‼ How to Save the Ending World ▚ I'm a certain NPC girl from a discontinued VRMMO service, but somehow managing to survive again today - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Overtime is a Japanese Culture, Can You Fight for Twenty-Four Hours?

— 5:45 PM —

Even after Experience Creative’s regular working hours had ended, the personnel in the entertainment-related development department remained seated, diligently tapping away at their keyboards.

This was a common sight, where everyone’s overtime had become the norm, and leaving at the designated time was an unusual occurrence.

Considering this, Shirou, who was roughly adjusting progress management to ensure that today’s workload, including overtime pay, would be completed at a reasonable hour, let out a small sigh.

(Even though there’s a tendency to emphasize cooperation, it’s troublesome. Japanese people…)

He grumbled inwardly, but unfortunately, he himself couldn’t become the “hero” who leaves with the end of the workday, considering future promotions and overall human relationships.

Sadly, he thought, “In the position of an office worker, one cannot escape the pressure to conform or make concessions,” while contemplating the unscrewed bottle.

“Mr. Takatou, are you leaving?”

“Thank you for your hard work. I’ll leave a bit early.”

“If you want, I can help with the coding here.”

“No, I appreciate the offer, but I’ll decline respectfully. Please handle it yourself.”

Jokingly but with a serious tone, he dealt with the senior tech personnel. After exchanging greetings with other colleagues, he left his department and headed outside the EC headquarters building.

Seemingly with no particular place to go, he swiftly moved through the winter streets illuminated by Christmas lights, bypassing the tiredness. Shirou was absorbed into the subway station.

During the brief wait for the train, he seemed to be intrigued by the corners of his memory about “UnderWorld.” He softly manipulated the glasses-type terminal with whispered instructions and began researching its overview with a semi-transparent search browser projected onto his retinas.

(Though glasses-type terminals are convenient, their limited physical button placement makes them heavily reliant on voice commands.)

Muttering to himself alone in the car, which, to an onlooker, might make him seem suspicious, he considered this limitation. Meanwhile, the train doors opened as the announcement resounded, and passengers streamed in.

Carefully adjusting his position so as not to be a hindrance, he quickly issued instructions to the wearable terminal with a few words, sending a brief email to Crim, who was waiting in his home storage.

The concise content was “I want to know about ARPG UnderWorld,” and by the time she received it, there might already be a complete set of relevant information.

Even now, the AI girl monitoring the Master’s actions smiled faintly, visualizing the app for diving into the chaotic virtual world, which was covertly created earlier. She ensured the internal creation timestamp didn’t contradict the current time, possibly rewriting it about 15 minutes ahead.