The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Hidden Depths and Jealous Schemes

Mark seemed surprised by the words spoken by Lucien. He remained silent for a long time, his eyes constantly darting between Lucien and the notebook in Lucien’s hands. Perhaps he was struggling with something internally, and it was only after a long while that Lucien saw Mark give a slight nod.

The nod was so subtle that if Lucien had not been watching Mark intently, it would have been difficult to notice.

"Alright... But I can only help you with the professional aspects. As for the other matters... I do not want to get involved."

"That is more than enough." Lucien stood up, patting Mark lightly on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Once Mark had returned to his seat, 000 appeared again, flapping its wings vigorously: [Consider it a success that you have pulled in your first ally, congratulations. However, is he genuinely trustworthy? If that is someone Ethan Lee intentionally planted beside you, you will die without an intact corpse. And he does not even need to be someone Ethan Lee planted; if he simply goes and snitches to Ethan, you will not have a moment of peace either.]

"One look is enough to know that Mark is the type of person who has been bullied to the point of having no strength left to resist. He is not foolish enough to assist the very person who has been bullying him, and he himself knows perfectly well that if he were to submit to Ethan, he would not gain much benefit anyway. Things might improve temporarily, but with that temperament of his, he would eventually be trampled down once again. He might not look like it, but Mark is actually quite intelligent."

[Huh?]

"Do you think he truly just coincidentally appeared to help me? 000, the original owner of this body was very capable from the very beginning, and it was precisely because of that capability that he was able to climb to the position of assistant director. Mark knows that very well, so he is merely making a gamble."

[Betting on you? I mean betting on the original owner?] 000’s voice was clearly disdainful: [Then he has lost the bet; the original owner had talent but was excessively kind-hearted, entirely lacking the knowledge of how to guard against others. Even though he had talent, there was no way he could survive in this corporate environment.]

"Sometimes, luck is also a form of strength. It is true that betting on Lucien Sinclair was Mark’s mistake, but his fortune is good, as he approached right at the moment I had already taken over this body."

"He is also very smart; even though he agreed to cooperate, he only said he would help with the professional work. All other matters require me to handle them single-handedly, including how to push our joint plan in front of everyone and impress the board of directors."

[This matter is no different from overstepping your direct manager. When the time comes, if the higher-ups do not value it, you can consider yourself targeted by all the people holding power in the design department.]

"Exactly. If we succeed, Mark’s name will be on the plan, and he will also be noticed by the senior management. If we fail? He only needs to say that he gave his notebook to me, that I added his name myself, and that he knows nothing about it. Just like that, he extracts himself cleanly from every problem."

After hearing Lucien finish speaking, 000 was evidently quite startled as well. It flapped its wings continuously, and it took a long while before it choked out a sentence: [Did you not just say he is the type of person who has been bullied to the point where he can no longer resist? Why is it that after analyzing for a bit, he sounds like a hidden final boss?]

"Naive people cannot survive in this kind of environment, especially when the direct managers are all scheming individuals. The only truly naive person was the original owner."

Therefore, in the end, he was utterly unable to exist in this world.

...

Lucien returned to his work once more, continuing the poster sketch. He used a drawing tool directly, steadily sketching out each line frame. It was rare to see anyone draw a poster like this instead of directly designing it from available stock images, which would save a lot more time. But Lucien wanted to test himself to see what level the things he could do would reach.

Furthermore, he still wanted to use this to get closer to Damian Thorne, after all.

The afternoon passed quite peacefully; Ethan seemed busy as well, so he did not appear to bother him anymore. It was just that, for some unknown reason, Lucien still had the feeling that perhaps Ethan was hiding somewhere observing him from a distance, or that Ethan’s minions would be doing so.

But it did not matter anyway, sooner or later they would turn against each other regardless. For now, just trying to pretend to be obedient for a period of time would suffice.

When it was time to get off work, Lucien packed up his belongings, intending to go home early to continue perfecting the design. However, when passing by meeting room number two, he saw that the door was still open.

Naturally, there would be no third accidental encounter between him and Damian, because Damian had already gone home a long time ago. The person inside was someone else.

It was exactly the person who had been scrutinizing him since noon, Ethan.

He was sitting alone in the meeting room, a thick stack of documents in front of him. Only, his gaze was not looking at the pile of documents in front of him, but was dreamily staring into the void.

Lucien merely cast a fleeting glance before leaving.

"000," he called out softly upon stepping into the elevator.

[Hmm?]

"Check for me and see if Ethan has any connection to Damian’s personal project. That black leather-bound file from the other day."

[Why are you suddenly asking about that?]

"Just looking at his demeanor earlier, I suddenly got the feeling that it seemed like he was afraid of losing something, and it looked like it was related to Damian. Otherwise, he would not have needed to be on his guard against me to that extent this noon just because I interacted with Damian for a brief moment."

000 remained silent for a moment, probably retrieving data. Then it spoke up: [There is no direct information. But I did discover something interesting: Ethan applied for the position of Damian Thorne’s personal assistant three months ago. The application was rejected, for unknown reasons.]

"Oh. So it turns out the position of assistant head of the design department was merely a stepping stone for him to get closer to Damian? But how could someone with professional skills leaning toward design have enough expertise to be the general manager’s assistant? Could it be that he actually likes Damian? So he tried to find a way to get closer, only to be rejected. After that, he saw me getting close to Damian and became jealous?"

[That is possible? But what is there to be jealous of over just a little interaction like that?]

"Who knows, there are some crazy people out there. It is obvious that he has no title, no acknowledgment, and not even any affection, yet he just loves to get insanely jealous over nothing. Furthermore, maybe he is afraid that others will achieve what he could not achieve. That is the reason he is always looking for ways to suppress capable people. He does not want anyone else to shine brighter than him."

The elevator opened on the ground floor. Lucien stepped outside, blending into the crowd of people getting off work. In his mind, his original plan had undergone a few more adjustments. Now, Ethan was perhaps not just someone who needed to be eliminated for the sake of the original owner’s initial wish, but could also be an obstacle that needed to be resolved on the path to completing his mission in this world.

Therefore, Lucien’s plan had to be accelerated as much as possible, before everything fell completely apart.

Upon returning to the apartment, Lucien turned on his laptop and reopened the poster sketch file. He resumed his work, with every single stroke and line gradually emerging beneath his fingertips. The color palette, the composition, the typography, absolutely every element was meticulously refined and cared for.

"I will not let anyone stand in my way anymore," he murmured softly, completely unclear whether he was speaking to 000 or merely whispering to himself. "Not Ethan, not anyone else in this world."

[You seem to be far more determined than you were before.]

Hearing the mention of those ten years, 000 started making a fuss once again: [I already told you that those ten years were subjected to a time adjustment! In reality, hardly any actual time has passed at all!]

"But I was actually stuck there for ten whole years. Ten years of constantly running back and forth, I found it incredibly annoying."

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