As if they had practiced everything in advance, Kaje went and put a keycard in the
guy’s pocket while Fienja answered the question with a bright smile.
“In our office. Secretary Kyle will tell you where to place the fridge. Use this keycard
for the elevator to our office so it’s easier to transport and you don’t have to go the
long way to the public elevator. You can give it to Kyle afterwards, we’ve got a
second card after all.”
I looked at security guard number one’s plastic bag, the one with the cocoa and
coffee, then to the coffee machine and then to the two guys carrying the fridge. Even
an idiot would realise… The two disasters had finally struck back!
After repeated shortages thanks to the efforts of the Disaster Defence Forces they
found a way to undo our hard work with dirty methods!
They unfairly bought their own fridge and got supplies from elsewhere in advance,
just a few days before the event.
While Maeda and I stood around like statues, other GMs who had just come down
with the intention of visiting the canteen noticed us. Wondering what happened to us
they followed our line of sight and soon the number of statues inside the lobby slowly
increased.
Not long after giving the instructions to transport the goods of treachery to the
security guards, who were currently used as pack mules, they turned towards us
GMs standing in the entrance hall and came over with swinging “Be smart” bags, as
if mocking and trampling our anti-disaster plans. When they came closer, I could’ve
sworn I also saw a tiny imprint under the “Be smart”: “..like a boss!”
I’m sure it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me!
“Hi, everyone. Before you guys vanish to the canteen, here a quick question: Which
ones of you are participating in the fight against the lich bosses with your guilds?”
I really didn’t want to raise my hand, but out of fear that they would find out later, I
had no choice. Meada, me and a few others raised their hands.
Kaje nodded and thought for a bit before continuing on.
“Great, whoever manages to survive the longest will get a special task assigned by
us!”
Hearing this everyone probably shivered deep inside, wondering just what this
‘special task’ could be, and we anxiously looked at the disasters while they looked
back, the atmosphere turning more and more tense. Until Fienja finally revealed the
task.
“We need someone to write a small website article about the event, and we want it to
be from the perspective of a GM who had mingled with the players, describing what
the players felt and experienced when they confronted the Liches. Make sure to
catch the whole atmosphäre, shortly before, during and after the event. There will
also be another article featuring the lower leveled players fighting against the lich
army and a special about the new race. And, provided your poor superiors lose this
grand battle, we’ll also add another article about the new class. Once it’s decided
who’ll write this special article you’ll team up with the other writers and discuss how
to connect each article with one another and so on. That’s all~”
Wah! What do you mean ‘and so on’?! Moreover, this is a lot of work, right? They are
encouraging us to die before the event is over! Ugh.. but this is also one of the rare
chances to kill my superiors, therefore… I… must persevere even if I have to write
this damn article!
Then Kaje seemed to suddenly remember something and turned towards Fienja.
“Say, when will the microwave and water cooker be delivered?”
This… What an amazing topic change!! Moreover with such a bad timing… So it
wasn’t only a fridge and coffee machine, but a microwave and a watercooker as
well? They sure went all out to win this event and ensure that everyone will be
overworked rebuilding Crea City…
“Should arrive this evening, I ordered it with express delivery.”
Afterwards, the two disasters left the entrance hall filled with statues while chatting
happily about their newly bought items. It took a while until everyone managed to
cope with this setback and we all went depressed towards the canteen.
Of course it didn’t take long for the story to spread inside the canteen and from there
slowly to the whole company.
Everyone had grim expressions on their faces and every time someone wondered
what was going on and came over to ask, they returned to their coworkers with the
same grim expression a few moments later.
I sighed tiredly while curling up my spaghetti on my fork, when suddenly an
announcement was suddenly broadcasted over the company’s hologram TVs.
Like in the good old times, back when we used TVs, there was the DDF
vice-president with a dead pale face. He looked like a newsreader, though one who
had to announce to the public that the apocalypse had begun…
“This is an important announcement from the DDF. Around twenty minutes ago, our
intelligence network confirmed that our superiors bought a fridge for their office. Not
only that, as far as we heard, they also bought a coffee machine for their office and
ground coffee, as well as cocoa powder, homogenised milk and two shiny new mugs
with the NDC logo on it. Accompanied by lots of sweets to keep their energy level at
a constant high.
Furthermore, said sweets were in cotton bags with the words “Be smart…” printed on
it… At this point we are unable to confirm if the caption was a coincidence or not, but
to our great regret our previous arrangements were completely crushed.”
I looked at the broadcast and could only applaud the efficiency of our coworkers in
setting up this broadcast in such a short time to inform everyone of the impending
doom.
“In other words: All of the DDFs efforts and plans to limit their stamina and thus
preventing them from going overboard failed! We may have lost this time, but the
DDF will continue to fight. After this event, there will be another meeting to adjust our
future steps…”
Sighing again, I stopped listening and concentrated on my spaghetti bolognese and
secretly rejoiced over the fact that at the very least I wasn’t one of the poor souls
who’ll have to rebuild Crea City, or design it from scratch if worst comes to worst.
Maeda on the other hand was looking with a deadpan face at a few people who were
lying lifelessly on their tables and silently crying. Looks like these are some of these
poor souls I just thought about…
Oh, there is even someone who is lightly banging his head on the table in order to try
to kill himself beforehand… ah, no I mean to escape reality…
When I finished eating, the hologram broadcast was suddenly cut off and replaced
by a new announcement broadcast. This time it was our head secretary Kyle, sitting
behind his desk with his usual aura as if nothing would go against his own schedule.
Looks as if they are done installing the fridge…
Kyle didn’t seem to be affected in the slightest by this. I really don’t know how he can
live right next to these two disasters and still keep his calm.
“This is an official, company-wide announcement to all employees related to the
upcoming lich event. Please come to the first conference room in half an hour. We’ll
reveal more information about the event. This is all for now, thanks for your
attention.”
With this, the short broadcast ended and the holographic projection of Kyle vanished
just as fast as it had appeared. I wonder… what happened to our DDF vice president
who was cut off?
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