My age really killed my pace today. If I earn enough, I might start with a potion that makes me younger. If potions even exist...

The files I sorted awhile ago were so...random. I figured out so many things and it felt like reading my newspapers...instead of working. I even found profiles for the war heroes of this world.

I read so much information that I ended up finishing around 10PM. I just felt so free reading confidential files and no one really cared.

I can’t sleep at all. My Father told me my grandparents would talk the entire midnight and sleep in the morning. They’d spend hours recalling past events and the activities they finished for the day.

It sucks to be 50. I was hoping my age didn’t matter in this new world but my back pain got transported to this world too so I need that potion.

I wanted to join the chat a while ago but what can an old man offer to young coworkers? I’ll end up giving advice and being too serious ruining the mood...I kept working during chat breaks and lunch. I didn’t feel so lonely because most of my coworkers used lunch time to finish work.

I’m camouflaged with the floor right now. The boss gave me a white blanket and a white pillow to sleep under my desk. The floor is white and so I hope no one steps on me while sleeping!

Mr. Satan said it would take years before I eventually buy a house. This is good though. I don’t have to be late for work. I am at work at all times now, I might even win “Earliest Employee”.

Seriously, office awards are so stupid. There’s no extra pay, it's just all glory and to feed someone’s ego to be the next star employee. Maybe to feel good too and motivated but this only lasts a few days and after that everyone forgets these awards and your next mistake will get you fired. It’s all about the mistakes. It’s never about achievements.

Great. I’m being exactly like my grandparents randomly thinking and overthinking but with no one to talk to. I need to sleep.

“Sagyo? Wake up. We have to talk about work performance.”

That sounded like the devil sending me straight to hell! I woke up and folded the blanket. Do I have to worry about taking a bath?!

What if the boss tells me I smell like an old man…

“Is there a bathhouse somewhere or shower area?”

“It’s not necessary. We’ve removed a few items on most daily routines to make work efficient. All you have to worry about are drinks and meals plus sleep.”

I sat in my least favourite spot directly facing Mr. Satan. I don’t get why my other boss had a desk with two chairs facing each other on each side of the desk. Normally, people have to face sidewards.

“Speaking of work efficiency, you underperformed yesterday...Tier One employees must finish at least 3 assignments by 9PM. Would you like to share about anything that’s hindering your efficiency in completing work? The coins should be in your palm by now.”

I opened my palm and I felt nothing at all. 10 coins can’t even compare to the bundle of cash I used to receive but maybe inflation isn’t so bad in this world.

“I have back pain and I’m old. 50 years old.”

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“Consider your back pain gone. I’ll heal other parts that are not so pristine. Sagyo, this is no excuse. I’m around 900 years old.”

That’s easy for a demon to say!

My back felt free for the first time in years. I immediately stood up from my seat and tested out my “new” body. I touched my face and I felt a bit sad I still had wrinkles. I felt faster and stronger. I leaped with my hands up and I managed to touch the boss' ceiling fan.

I’m only 6 feet but regaining my athleticism makes me feel happy. I lost it over the years glued to an office chair.

“Can you finish more work today? It’s 8AM. Go outside and buy a meal.”

“I’ll try to.”

I left my Mr. Satan’s office and I’m out of this building for the first time. The lobby floor was nicely furnished and spaced. I opened my eyes to the outside world and...the roads are the same. Everything around me reminded me of my old city.

Tall buildings every block. Every turn there’s a restaurant. That’s a big mall I just passed by. I enjoyed jogging around this city and for the first time, I appreciated my surroundings. There’s even a park in the middle of all the industrial advancements.

But I’m looking for a store...I found one. This feels great. I’m not out of breath. I went from jogging to running and I still feel like I could reach the outermost shop in this city.

I’m not old anymore . I’m feeling the potion I’ve wished for. I’m just...not as good looking. Four Arms and other male coworkers look handsome. I’m not handsome and humans were supposed to be beautiful creatures.

I must hurry, I have work! The shop was familiar and the “Pre made Meals” section meant jackpot. I was forced to buy the lower quality ones: there’s literally a “Low Quality” sub section. 5 silver coins for this steak and I’m off running to work.

I arrived at 8:30 A.M. This is enough time for breakfast. The steak was at least seasoned with salt and pepper. I looked at my fellow coworkers and I guess there’s no dining room in this office. They all just ate while typing on their desk.

Maybe I never really aged...Well how could I mature? I’ve been working at my previous company for 30 years. I have memories of highschool and childhood...and that’s it.The very core of my memories as an adult are all just getting yelled at moments.

I’m thinking too deep again. This is a new life I should strive to spend as a normal adult...I might need a mirror to practice speaking.

“Good Morning, new human.”

The catfolk lady on my left greeted me. Today she wore a bright red business suit instead of a black one. It almost blinds my poor eyes…

Good morning. I mean:

“Good Morning.”

That sounded so dead I should have been a zombie first then reincarnated to this workplace!

“You can work early if you manually press this button on the computer. I’ll teach you how to type while eating.”

She set up a practice document and started typing while munching on her snackbar. She told me to watch the alarm clock carefully and tell her if five minutes was over. I took a few glances and all I could imagine was the keyboard getting destroyed from the sheer speed!

At the bottom right corner of the document, 150 words/min was recorded for around 749 words with just one hand. Impressive, she knows English. Maybe everyone knows English?

“Everyone can speak English?”

“Work auto-translates conveniently for you human. So as speech. So this is your language? It’s very confusing.”

I’d say the same comment if I read your computer’s language...so this is how everyone understands each other in this workplace…

I remember a previous coworker arguing and cursing all the time in another language. I studied that language enough to fight back verbally and shut the man up. I threatened him that I’d tell the boss about all the insults he’d been harassing his coworkers with and so he shut up.

“9AM...Sagyo. I forgot that name tags were around the glass cubicle somewhere. You better be fast.”

She walked back to her cubicle after helping me and started typing. She must be insanely fast with both hands typing Wait a minute, she threw the snack bar wrapper in my trash bin. This isn’t really offensive so I guess I just noticed.

My computer suddenly buzzed.

“Write a financial report for the Warring Nation Crius.”

What?! I thought work was only bound to this company. All the files I’ve read yesterday were so random. I rememeber a profile on fairies holding chainsaws.

That’s a lot of military spending...eight figures above is just way too much. Complaining kills time and I have to finish this at roughly 12 noon. I'm making two figures and this entire report just makes me jealous.

Do we actually work for a company that propagates war?!