He looks like Satan...is he Satan? He’s Satan! But at the same time…

He looks like a demon but the business suit makes me question if he’s going to torture me or hire me... He made sure to organize his looks and tidy his red tie.

“I’ve come to pick you up. Today, you are working under new management.”

The deep and rattled voice did not help at all and this felt like an interrogation rather than an interview.

“Why are we in the boss’ office?”

This office is eerily similar to my previous boss’ office. I don’t want to remember the details anymore of my previous workplace. It’s already hell I’m dreaming all of this after getting hit by a truck. And in my dream every single detail from floors, ceiling and decorations...perfectly mimics my office.

It’s like that parallel universe thing was correct! This is definitely a dream, no one can build the exact same replica in another world. There’s also no other world. Earth is the only place for living things.

“This is my office. Everyone has a boss in this company. I am only a Tier One Boss earning 30 silver coins a day.”

“Company name? I’d like to know before starting.”

“Eien All-Around Inc. We’re not the top company around but we compete with the corporate giants. Your desk will be on the 10th floor for now, everytime we have a new floor your designation will be on a higher floor unless you are promoted. Currently, we only have 10 Tiers.”

“No interview??? I’m hired?”

“Yes. Please start right away. Your screen will give you your assigned work. We are very sorry if the work hours are longer.”

Work hours. Longer!? But manga told me life gets better in another world! Please wake me up.

“My job title remains the same right? Office Clerk?”

“Yes. If you work hard enough you could become a Tier One manager but you’d still work under me.”

This is different I guess in a good way. My boss always ridiculed me for a squeaky and nearly feminine voice. I have to intentionally deepen my voice a bit which only led to further ridicule back in my old workplace.

If this is not a dream, If this is hell, If this is my punishment for submitting work late then I shall accept all these and...Wake Up!

10 slap combo! I feel energized. Oops, I did it in front of my boss. It’s not a dream then...

“It’s not normal to hurt yourself but I’ve seen some workers use this as a strategy to stay awake...There’s some Blood Boost over there.”

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“Blood Boost? Wine? Energy Drink? Fruity Drink?”

“I am unfamiliar with these terms. Please start working. We can’t fall behind other companies. Respect everyone else’s hard work.”

I was so self-absorbed with my current situation. I looked at all my co-workers.

Their eyes were stuck on the screen, the typing was loud but I heard it clearly now after I stopped complaining in my head. I barely noticed the humanoids and hybrids working. Should I be scared of non-human coworkers?

I’ve never complained but with a soft boss like Mr. Satan, I thought I could finally voice out my opinions on work conditions. I thought I was free thanks to the truck.

I went to Desk 15. The computer looked like an old Macintosh Classic just like in our old office. The classic black office seat and a wooden desk with two drawers. There was a printer and scanner beside me on another table and my very own coffee machine.

Wait, it’s not a coffee machine. It’s red. Blood Boost???

I swear if there’s a true coffee machine on the Tier 10 floor, I’m going to get promoted just to have a real coffee machine.

I realized I don’t really feel motivated to do work. I just recently died! Give me some time off to think about it…

The screen suddenly turned on. Well, this is new. When I feel like I don’t want to do work, I unplug the computer and pretend it’s broken. I unplugged it awhile ago…

“Sort Files Please, A-Z”

Well that was a bit polite. The workload wasn’t!

A wolf man or werewolf in a butler suit handed me a pile of files tall enough to reach the ceiling fan above me. I’m not sure if this is a werewolf as the hands are human. Maybe the head was the only wolf part.

Well it’s time to sort my work. The glass dividers made every other cubicle visible so I could really see everyone working hard. Why are they working hard anyway? What’s the point of working hard?

Didn’t they die like me and got transported here? Maybe this is just a phase for new workers…

No! Seriously, if the boss earns 30 pieces of silver a day, what the hell do we earn???

The scariest thought about a new world finally came to me. Please tell me one day is still 24 hours.

I immediately noticed the classic alarm clock on my desk and the hands pointed to 9AM. Work ends...9PM according to the clock. This is insane! This is an overkill compared to my previous job. I can’t slack off either! Everyone’s taking glances at me ready to report me for loafing around…

I need to call a coworker, since I don’t have friends, well never had friends to be exact.

“Psst. How much do you earn?”

I asked the catfolk lady. She was wearing the top part of a business suit with the necktie but she had a formal skirt. Good thing each cubicle was only around 3 meters apart.

“We earn 10. Managers earn 20. Boss gets 30. What can we buy? Milk or something. Pre made meals. Don’t disturb me. Finish your work.”

Looks like my life will be the same. She was on my left. I looked to my right and saw a big man with one eye. He had four arms. Well if these are my office workers I shouldn’t refer to them as creatures. It was probably the same in their world. They were properly addressed.

“Yo. Bro. Dude.”

He gave me an angry look while his arms kept working! His desk has two keyboards connected to the Macintosh. He had tons of figurines on his desk. The desk was not wooden like mine but instead marble.

“What are you looking at?”

I have to be honest or I’m getting sent to another world after a single punch!

“I’m curious about your desk items and your extra arms.”

“I got them after I started working. Use your coins to buy items that make work faster. Or buy body modifications.”

Right? I noticed the stitches on his second left arm.

“What’s your name?”

He still sounds angry…

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My name is Sagyo. Oh I forgot to talk. Do I even have charisma? Wait. I was doing good a while ago.

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“My name is Sagyo. Let’s work together.”

“No, we do work solo unless it’s a joint project. I’ve done piling files a lot and I understand it’s a pain on your first day.”

He took it literally...I meant it as a figure of speech between fellow coworkers.

Time to finish my first job in another world...that doesn’t seem like another world. Even the buildings outside my window are skyscrapers of the same architecture on Earth!