Heavy Object - Volume 17, Afterword

After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”

Baifeng had signed in Naruto World for three years and reached the sixth level, just when he thought he could finally be salted fish, kick the dance king, and punch Kaguya.

Ding, you have been selected and invited by the Tiantian dimension chat group, do you want to join?

No, no, I’m already at level 6, so I just came to the chat group.

The beautiful monster princess: Although I lost a good chicken, the monster girl is really good.

Dagu is not Dagu: As a partner of justice, it is our duty to maintain the peace of the universe.

I’m your father: Kulala, I’ll show you a hand-torn black beard to cheer you up.

Bai Feng: This chat group is a bit indecent.

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This is a brand new story.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.