Just give me a break! Why are you here, Natalia?! What about Amber?!

"I came to let you know about that… She's a quick learner"

No, Natalia! I don't want to hear what you say to your every other new junior!

"She also needs some help…?"

Aaand? ......Come on, aand...?

"Aaand... I can't–"

And where is she?!!! Why is she not with you?!!!

"Oh my, tone it down. She left before the announcement. She will be back."

Denial. That feeling alone was enough to make me stop listening and look around for Amber. It didn't take long because I already knew where she– he was heading.

I better–

"Hello there! Nice to meet you!

In the hope that you will be in good health, as soon as you've finished reading this note, I urge you to begin narrating your life,

unless you'd prefer I reveal your little secret. There's no trick here, just be yourself.

And, if you're wondering whether or not I truly know your secret, let me jog your memory:

You, Sen Daikei, have a penchant for–"

A sharp ripping sound pierced the air, accompanied by a "He~y!" from a sweet tone.

As I tugged at the note that the devil shared with the beauty to decipher, my parts began to shimmer in a new light. The note with a message, bright and lively on the surface, but concealing a dark history best left unspoken.

Looks like I managed to cleanly rip off the part with my secret.

"Hehe! He'z doin' it! He'z doin' it!" a buffoon jumped up and down while pointing.

The taunts from the soon-to-be-dead stale meat and the piercing, worried inquiries from the charming woman never stopped.

Enough already!!! Neither the pirate sites nor the single mothers got me this annoyed!

"Umm..."

Umm, what?! Um, what, you mother's disappointment?! You wear shorts to fool the kids, and long socks to make it seem like pants to fool their parents! If that's not evident enough to show that you should be the one that needs to be haunted and not me, I don't know what is!

"Is this a skit or one of your friendly rants?"

F you, Nat!

"Excuse me!"

Uh--!

"What w–?"—F me, Nat—"Huh?!"—I mean, can you F me—"Woo–!"—Ugh! Will you marry me, NatNat?—"I have no plans... yet..."—That's good enough! Think about it!

As I was about to give chase to Amber, "Wait, Sen! I think the management would stop her," said the honeyed tone, pointing to the flock of five pigeons (or sorts).

They are not a reliable help, but let's try anyway.

Hey! You bread bandits! Stop her– him!

With a powerful shout I was able to attract the gaze of all the five skyrats. One bobbing his head, one pecking at the feathers of the bobbing head, one with a half-metal head, one with a tie and name tag, and one in a supposed cop costume.

"Do you know him?" the bobbing head inquired.

"No, should I?" the pecking head muttered, averting his gaze.

"Maintain the order! Do only what you are taught!" the cop-igeon squawked.

"But_wasInvented_override_directive," red-eyed expressed with an automated tone.

"Thanks to you guys, my supervenience is on full display," said one, adjusting his tie.

"Even though it's only been a year, I've completely outranked you all," he continued.

"Leader, Seri!" the bop-igeon and the pecp-igeon exclaimed.

"Leader_I_oppose_butNot_time," the cyborg whirred, eyeing Amber with his red ball.

"You're no sport spy-mod, I just thrive from these dumb heads," Leader replied.

"Look at my statue!" he went on, naughtily curling the saluting cop-igeon's feathers.

"S-Sir! We... Ahh... W-We are to help s-someone–" the cop-igeon stammered.

"Shh shh shh... Statues don't move even when told to," Seri said salaciously.

"Leader_can'tUnderstand._I_oppose_?" the synth-voice questioned.

Even at the display of insubordination Seri's smug smile did not fade. He slowly walked to the front and stood in the line of eye sight of the walking tanned doll.

"Oppose? Huh. Watch me. As I stop her with no assistance," the leader declared.

With a firm stance, "Unlike you beings of unknown origin, I was born with a purpose."

Seri explains, "I was teleported to a random location as a part of an experiment."

Spreading his wings, "My crew could be plucking feathers and lactating milk."

Pushing back his butt, "Trying to find me without any clue as to my cosmic position!"

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"But I hope they fail," his voice raised in intensity, "Cause I found my purpose here that would never be fulfilled there!" he yelled as if it were a war cry, "And that purpose being my cloaca on all your fath–" only for him to be cut off by a small blue light accompanied by a warping sound.

Ignoring the inappreciable glow, the golden sculpture sauntered past.

"Do you know her?" the bobbing head inquired.

"No, should I?" the pecking head uttered, averting his gaze.

"!" the cop-igeon statue glared at the yellowish flash that passed it.

"No_oppose_Leader!_No__assistance!" the cyp-igeon muttered.

If it was any other time, I would have really appreciated this truly unappealing 'Five Shades of Seri' sketch. However, given the situation... I should not have relied on uncertainty.

But even if they didn't stop her, what could be worse? It will be the avatars who end up being enslaved... Am I worrying for nothi–

"With no work left, all the avatars ran away! Shall we shut down the furnace?!" shouted a member from below.

Come on, what are the odds?! Hey, Amber! Stop!

Contrary to my word, he began to run at full speed. It can't be the language barrier.

Looks like a chase. Hey, creep! Take care of that broken record, while I take care of that broken rock! And Nattie, *changes tone* Amber's a he and him, not a she and her.

With a smooth leap, I glided down to Amber's level and rushed to stop the impending disaster. Once I got close, I thought about using force, but settled for the use of words.

Hey, it's only one word! If it's that challenging to understand, should I say 'zatrzymywać się' (Stop) or should I remind you that it's the same word your father used when you tried to hug him?! Huh?!

"Wiem, że Sen jest po prostu zazdrosny o to, jak szybko łapię wszystko! Osiągnę swoje cele, zanim Sen w ogóle zda sobie z tego sprawę! Hahaha!" said the cheerful doll, increasing the distance.

(I know Sen is just jealous of how quickly I pick things up! I'll reach my goals before Sen can even realize it! Hahaha!)

Honestly, even if there's no downside, I don't want to be treated like your buddy. And when it comes to jealousy, your lucky guess should be that I wish I was dead! As dead as your conscience!

As if running away wasn't enough, he shouted for help in cosmically scattered English to everyone nearby. There was a moment of relief when no one noticed him, but it was ruined by a mechanical voice.

"Can't_Leader!_New_heard!_MakingRationalDecision._Initiating_action!"

The cyp-igeon turned with a whir and proceeded to run to the cop-igeon statue. It landed with a clatter on the statue's head, flaring its wings to signal me to halt immediately.

Seeing no threat that could physically harm me, I dove straight ahead. The reaction of the reddish-black head was obvious. A vibrant black and red sphere began to take shape—not from its unopened beak but from the heart-shaped cere.

As I mentioned, I saw no threat that could harm me. The rough concave shape I took was enough to redirect the beam to the bop-igeon's left half, pecp-igeon's family jewels and cop-igeon's torso.

The bobber began to bang its head on the ground. The pecker began to bang its head on the bobber. The guard... He could only utter muffled screams—still saluting.

How undeniably classic. The meant-to-be savior brutally castigating his own kin.

"Must_revenge!" cried the pseudo savior, bleeding from his red eye.

I have things prior to your self-indulgent crime. I could care less about– Huh?!

Wha–?! W-What is this black goo? Why is it making me stick to the ground? When did this happen? I sensed no one around me. I felt no one ambushing me. Then what's–

"_Murderer"

I killed no one. I literally mean it. Look at them. They are simply screaming in agony.

"Wondering_thatBlackGoo_is?"

Tch! I'm a fool not to expect the wall treatment from a programme.

"FoolOthers_directive._SprayBeam_heat_withMucus_nostrils!"

That's unnecessarily disgusting!

"And_foolCaught_trap!_Now_meEndThis–"

No! Not that thing again! St-Stop!!! I will buy you a new mecha-di**, so–!

As the red and black ball began to take shape again, the disgust I subconsciously felt made me attempt to reason with a conventional robot in an unconventional way. After a few seconds of feeling absolutely nothing, I decided to take a peek. To my surprise, the next scene confounded my expectations

The mechanical parking lot chicken looked below as he felt a tug on his foot and realized that his semi-metallic feet were now embedded in the half-molten flesh of the cop. The tugging continued and the more he struggled to free himself, the louder the muffled screams became.

A tense stalemate.

Perhaps, following his directive he tried one option after another—a non-functioning mini saw, a needle tongue, a fake laser eye, and now he proceeded to open his mouth wide and put it around cop-igeon.

Please stop it! The genocide demo you presented was more than sufficient, I really don't want to witness cannibalism as well! So, just allow me to help you instead...

The confused head of flesh and wires twisted several turns and looked at me intently.

Your boss is not coming back until he hires the devil's advocate's advocate, until then I will act as your new boss. So…?

"Registered._Level_loyalty_beDisplay?"

That's all of a sudden, but display it to everyone. Like, all should understand in a jiffy.

"Level_affirmative._NewOrder?"

Tip to get rid of this black goo right away! Fast, I have no time to lose!

"I_eatThat_"

Something that would not harm me psychologically?

"None_"

The dialogue exchange has become dull and lifeless, leaving me in a situation completely against my favor. And perhaps I shouldn't have naively believed that things couldn't get any worse.

Suddenly, the feeble furnace roared to life, blazing with fierce vigor.

Nooooo, you ambers for brains!!!