XXXX-Blocker

Quick A/N: Please don't do this in real life, you'll know what I mean when you get there.

"Defendant no. Z134711, you may present your arguments."

There weren't many people who had to be judged by the law of the central world. Most mission failures resulted in automatic penalties, such as deducting points or becoming a system.

Only special and severe contractors, which cost a huge amount of points and power, go through a process that is not completely automatic.

Of course, the punishments were correspondingly severe.

"Your honor," it was very difficult to respectfully address the figure of the little boy, who appeared to be no more than five, sitting in the oversized judge's chair with a serious face, "I believe there was what is known as 'misrepresentation', my irresponsible system did not care to read all the details of the contract and caused me to be unaware of the subtleties of the role."

He completely threw the system under the bus here, who said it could screw up perfectly and get away with zero penalty?

He still remembered the creeping sensation of his body being controlled by another, doing things his mind had no control over.

The little shota considered his claims seriously while licking a lollipop so big it hid half of his face. "I accept your claims, as a bureau official - you are exempt from guilt."

Xiao Xun couldn't believe his ears, that was just his opening argument!

He felt a little regret that he didn't have time to study law in his original world, he could have been a star lawyer.

"However," the shota hurried to free him from his delusions, his childish voice indents his tragic fate: "Systems are not a legally bound entity and are under the exclusive supervision of their host, you are the sole responsible for any wrong action that your system has committed, is commiting or will commit.

The contract is valid, and as a punishment for not presenting the contract properly to the host, you will receive on behalf of your system a year on probation in the general, B-level prison, released."

B-level prison!

Everything in the central world was conveniently scaled and gradual. Even though level B doesn't sound like much, in relation to all the letters from C to Z it was the epitome of a nightmare, subject only to level A.

He had heard many things about a B-level prison, which was only meant to torture you in the most efficient way possible.

All prisoners got out alive in the end, but they all went crazy to their core.

There was only one person in an A-level prison, who was never released, so all the gruesome rumors were concentrated in a B-level prison.

There was never a moment when he wanted to curse the system more than now.

Grumbling at the unjust and hasty ruling, he got into his McLaren and drove to the huge mansion on the edge of the central world.

The second he made enough money from that idiotic, apparently binding contract, he had put it to good use.

Today, a month after returning to the main world and receiving his fat paycheck, the thing he was most excited about was going to happen.

Servants interviewing.

As a rich young master who became poor and only recently returned to his greatness, he learned to appreciate more than anyone the feeling that someone is waiting for every word that comes out of your mouth, ready and willing to fulfill every casual desire.

His sadistic nature swallowed it whole.

He could just hire an awesome humanoid robot from the more advanced worlds, but where's the fun in that? He wanted to take advantage of his boss-subordinate relationship to harass employees!

[You are an awful human being.]

He ignored his system, which now had him on probation in the penultimate tier of the worst place in hell and turned to the interviewer in front of him with a smile.

"So, what do you think of your future employer?"

In front of him sat excitedly a guy who looked to be in his early twenties (although here you can't tell), his tanned abs were a decisive sight to his eyes that he was shirtless. A small bow tie that played no role in the absence of a collar was tied around his neck, carefully prepared for his "interview".

He smirked and said in a voice that tried very hard to be hoarse and deep: "If I may speak boldly, I believe my future employer is unusually sexy."

Not bad, not too bad. A little too phoney for his taste, but a 1,000-year-old virgin has no right to be picky.

Those slutty lives were the best medicine to his recovery.

"I'm going over your resume here," he looked with abysmal seriousness at a blank sheet of paper, the professional kind of experience is not what will get him this job, "And I think you could be a great addition to the household, I just don't know yet how devoted you are to your employer?"

"Ho, very devoted, sir, I'll do anything."

He'll get him to get rid of that fake hoarse voice once he gets the job, it was insufferable.

Xiao Xun tried to overcome the slight rejection he felt and continued the play: "What kind of anything?"

"How about I'll simply show you, sir?"

The young man moved closer to him so that Xiao Xun could see that the bow tie was covering his extraordinary large adam's apple.

Another flaw that needs to be fixed.

Despite all that, when the interviewee's hand passed over his thigh, he smiled at him and moved closer to his throat, thinking of taking that bowtie and anything under off with a bite.

His long virginity is finally coming to an end!

[The second mission is about to start in 10... 9...]

'What the hell?!'

[4... 3...]

'You skipped numbers!'

[1! Your binding contract is now activated, you are automatically transported to the next world. Congratulations!]

Under the surprised eyes of the experienced-in-the-important-areas, half-naked servant, Xiao Xun vanished into thin air.

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Hi, I just want to mention that this is the last chance to vote and influence the next world's plot!

For more details, please refer to the author's note in chapter 18.