I, the motherland, do whatever I want

Azu and Vera both heard the guard's words and looked at each other.

It seems that no matter how impressive your achievements are in the multiverse, when you come to the Authority, you are no different from an ordinary person.

This made Azu feel a little uncomfortable.

The man from the motherland who was killed just now probably couldn't bear the gap and lost control, so he was killed by the guards.

Could it be that after going full circle, I have to be a 9-to-6 migrant worker again?

So why am I working so hard to become an ‘administrator’?

Azu frowned, but he was still rational. After all, the consequences of being irrational were already in front of him. He didn't want to be killed by those pistols that looked like toys.

Vera turned around and whispered to Azu: "I'm starting to regret it."

Azu didn't answer and remained silent.

At this time someone shouted: "Come here."

A man who looked like a doctor spread out a piece of white paper, and the examination reports of Azu and Zu appeared on the paper like a computer.

"Your report is out, congratulations, you don't have any problems."

"Now go to the designated exit. Your guide has arrived."

After speaking, the man gave Azu and Vera a card respectively with a number on it.

Azu is 7 and Vera is 19.

"Looks like we have to separate here."

Azu raised his card and said.

Vera shrugged her shoulders and said, "I hope we can meet again. After all, you are the only person I know here. Although you cannot be called a friend, you are better than these strangers."

Azu nodded, then followed the signs on the wall and found exit No. 7.

Here he got a change of clothes, which turned out to be a suit, and it also came with a matching tie and leather shoes.

"Now it's really like beating up the workers."

Azu looked at the man who appeared in the mirror after changing his clothes and sighed.

"Please come this way, your pick-up person has been waiting for a long time."

A service robot reminded Azu with an electronic synthesized voice without any emotion.

When Azu came to the gate, a guard came up, checked the instrument, and then made a gesture.

The door opened with a bang.

Behind the door is a passage. The passage is very long. The walls on the ground and even the ceiling are all white.

A soft light shone from the walls on both sides of the passage, illuminating the passage.

Azu saw a man also wearing a suit standing by the door waiting. He was a middle-aged man with a slicked back hair, a gold lapel pin and a bow tie.

If Azu looks like a newcomer to the company, then this man looks like a department manager at least.

"Welcome, John."

The man stepped forward, smiled and stretched out his hand: "My name is Alexander. I used to be your task reviewer, and now I am your guide."

Azu shook hands with him and smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body, thinking that he was indeed a very particular person.

"Mission Reviewer, so you are the one doing the evaluation every time you complete a mission or the multiverse?"

Alexander let go and nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's me."

"Come on, I'll take you to where you will work from now on."

"But until then."

Alexander took out a lapel pin. It was silver.

It looked similar to the one on his own collar.

Only the Alexander one is decorated with feather patterns, while the silver one has no pattern at all.

He put the silver lapel pin on Azu's collar: "Put it on, and from today on, you will be a multiverse administrator."

"Although it's the one with the lowest authority."

"But even so, you still control a universe and the fate of hundreds of millions of creatures."

"Of course, we are often only responsible for observation and surveillance, and we cannot easily intervene."

Alexander patted Azu on the shoulder: "Follow me."

After looking at his silver lapel pin, Azu shrugged his shoulders and followed Alexander through the white passage.

When they came out of the passage, they were already on a train platform. This huge train platform was crowded with people.

Many of them looked like Azu or Alexander, wearing crisp suits with lapel pins on their collars.

Most are silver, and a few are gold.

They were walking in a hurry, like office workers catching the early train, walking quickly towards the different numbered platform sections.

"Follow me."

Alexander reminded Azu and pushed towards the front of the crowd.

Azu quickly followed. If it were in the past, he could easily squeeze the crowd to both sides with his own strength.

But now he had no strength. He squeezed through the crowd like an ordinary person, which took a lot of effort on his part.

Finally, Alexander and I arrived at the boarding point. Azu couldn't help but wipe his forehead, which was actually covered with beads of sweat.

Alexander took out a handkerchief and gave it to him: "You're not used to it."

"It was the same when I first came here. I felt like I suddenly fell from the sky into the mire."

"But I'm used to it now."

"You'll get used to it too."

Azu took the handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "What is the administrator's job?"

At this time, the sound of cars sounded in the distance, and then a train drove into the station and stopped in front of Azu.

"Let's talk about it after we get in the car."

Alexander said with a smile, and then walked into the open carriage.

Azu followed him and sat down on the seat. Soon the carriage was filled with people. Then the door closed and the train set off.

Alexander said at this time: "As I said just now, the administrator is responsible for observing and monitoring, and at the same time publishing disaster events for the responsible 'motherland people', and reviewing their performance in the multiverse. If they can open multiverse events if."

Azu frowned: "There is one thing I have wanted to ask for a long time. Why are there so many people from the motherland?"

Alexander spread his hands: "Who knows, it was already like this when I came here."

"Countless people from the motherland, countless multiverses."

"As for why this is the case, there has never been an answer, but there are many speculations. The more reliable one is that when each person of the motherland makes different choices in the incident, a corresponding multiverse will be created."

"But whether this is the case, only the Creator knows."

He added: "If there really is a so-called 'Creator'."

Alexander patted Azu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You actually don't have to think about these issues. Think about why you want to become an 'administrator'. Isn't it just to not want to be manipulated?"

"When you come to the Multiverse Administration and become an 'administrator', no one will control you anymore."

"You just have to do your job every day, you get paid, and you can live a good life here."

"Here, your life is unlimited. At least, I have lived for so long and I haven't seen the end of my life yet."

Azu was stunned for a moment and asked, "How long have you been here?"

"How long?"

Alexander showed a thoughtful expression: "I can't remember the specific details, but it must have been at least five thousand years."

Azu took a breath: "For five thousand years, you have been doing the same job every day?"

"yes."

"As long as you are familiar with the business, the actual work only takes one to two hours a day, which is very easy." Alexander looked like he was enjoying it.

Azu said in surprise: "Even so, wouldn't you feel bored if you repeat the same job for such a long time?"

"boring?"

Alexander wanted to say something, but then the train stopped and he stood up and said, "We're here."

They got off the car and followed the surging crowd into the elevator.

Although it had only been a minute in the crowded elevator, Azu already felt suffocated. He wanted to blow away the crowd and fly freely as before, but unfortunately he couldn't do it now.

After finally getting out of the elevator, Azu followed Alexander through a section of the street, and finally came to a building.

Next, they walked and took the elevator. When they came out of the elevator, Azu saw a huge office hall in front of him.

There are rows and rows of tables and chairs neatly arranged here, with a computer on each table and an administrator wearing a suit and tie sitting in front of the computer.

They sit upright, type on the keyboard, occasionally move around, but spend most of their time at their jobs.

These administrators, like Azu, all wear silver lapel pins on their collars.

Azu looked at Alexander: "How long have they been working here?"

Alexander led the way and said: "The person with the shortest working time here is 120 years, and the longest is 893 years. That is Lin Ang. He will soon become a senior administrator like me."

Azu almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

It took me almost a thousand years to get promoted. It took you a little long to get promoted.

"arrive."

"This is your desk."

Alexander pointed to an empty table in front of him, pointed his finger, and motioned for Azu to sit down.

He then took out a booklet, put it on the table and said, "You should take a look at this when you have time."

Azu glanced at it and saw that it was originally an administrator's manual.

"Okay, you sit down first, and I will tell you the specific content of the work."

Alexander pointed to the chair.

Azu came over, looked at him and said, "I would like to ask, if I want to resign, should I submit an application to you?"

He didn't know what he said wrong. After hearing this, Alexander's face changed and became serious.

All the administrators around him stopped what they were doing and looked at Azu.

Azu looked at them in confusion and didn't know why these people had such a big reaction.

"Resign?"

"Stop joking."

"No one here would think so, right?" Alexander looked around.

There was a burst of laughter from the administrators around, and they nodded before continuing to work.

Alexander pushed Azu down on the seat: "Don't think nonsense, I promise, you won't find a more interesting job than this."

But I don't want to work.

Azu didn't express his feelings.

He vaguely felt that Alexander, these administrators, and even the entire Multiverse Administration were weird.

"As a newcomer, now you only have to be responsible for one 'motherland' person."

"Let's see which lucky guy it is."

Alexander took the keyboard and after typing for a while, a picture appeared on the computer screen on his desk.

The picture showed a room with a star-spangled cape hanging on the wall. On the bed on the other side, a man sat up.

He was a black man who looked a bit like Will Smith. He looked around blankly, and finally his eyes fell on the stars and stripes on the wall.

Then he held his head and groaned: "I have traveled through time. Am I a native of the motherland?"

Alexander laughed and said, "Does it look familiar?"

"Everyone who has just become a native of the motherland is like this, including me. Now his memory will be a little confused, but it doesn't matter, he will be able to adjust quickly."

"All you have to do is watch him, and as the steward of this universe, you know in advance what's going to happen."

"So you can send him an early warning of a catastrophic event."

"When the event opens, you can choose to force him to execute it, or like me, the choice is completely left to you."

"No matter what you decide, it doesn't really matter."

"The important thing is to monitor him."

Azu looked at Alexander: "What is the purpose of monitoring him?"

Alexander became serious at this time: "If he wants to destroy the world, then you must restart the universe."

Azu was stunned for a moment.

If the people of the motherland want to destroy the world, they must restart the universe?

He couldn't help but ask: "Why?"

Alexander pointed to the administrator's manual: "Because it says in the manual that the people of the motherland can do anything except destroy the world."

"Once he behaves like this, he has to hit the reset button."

"The reason is not important. What is important is that we just need to follow the requirements in the manual."

Azu asked casually: "Then what would happen if we didn't restart the universe?"

Alexander said solemnly: "Then you will be imprisoned for dereliction of duty. If the situation is serious, you may be eliminated."

Azu didn't expect the consequences to be so serious, so he couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever restarted the universe in all these years?"

"More than once."

Alexander said seriously: "As of today, we have restarted the universe more than 16,000 times."

Azu couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

Fortunately, he had no intention of destroying the world, otherwise the black-robed universe would be restarted and he would naturally be erased.

However, Alexander doesn't seem to know why the Administration can let the people of the motherland do anything, but it just doesn't allow him to destroy the world.

Will destroying the world have an impact on the Authority?

otherwise.

Why does the Authority monitor every Homelander and prevent them from destroying the world?

"Come on, let me show you."

"You can call up early warnings of cosmic disaster events in this menu, and then write dialogues to send to the people of the motherland you are responsible for."

Next, Alexander taught Azu how to be qualified for the job of administrator. After Azu mastered the basic operations, he patted Azu on the shoulder and said.

"How about it, it's very simple."

"Try it yourself. I'll come back to you in a few days."

"Remember to read the administrator manual carefully when you have time. It will be helpful to you." (End of this chapter)