“What happened over there now?”
“What did he do?”
What would happen if a short-term day laborer who had ranked dead last in performance produced insane results at an insane pharmaceutical company twice in a row?
And what if he had done two assignments, one in the morning and another in the evening, not over two weeks or even two days, but in a single day?
What if the second result was something even an elite, permanent employee of the Field Operations Team would have difficulty producing in such a short time, even with a manual in hand…?
This happened.
[Wait! Wait a moment. Let’s go over that answer in more detail! You’re saying you couldn’t leave the training-center grounds?]
“Yes….”
This bastard had seriously crossed the line.
‘I knew he would, though.’
The researcher had nearly lost his mind. He locked me inside an enclosed room resembling an interview room and wrung testimony out of me for almost the entire night.
He looked as though he had downed five energy drinks.
When I started to collapse midway through the interview, he even considered administering a stimulant. He abandoned the idea after seeing how completely wrecked I looked.
Honestly, there was no need to exaggerate. I genuinely felt like I was going to die….
And I became certain.
‘That reaction….’
The dream-fragment solution must have come out at around B-grade.
‘It makes sense.’
I had encountered an irregularity and even faced “something difficult for human cognition to withstand,” yet survived and returned.
That objective explanation was one thing. But consider it from the researcher’s perspective.
A day laborer who produced…