Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

"Now that you understand this, do you still want to join the Explorers Guild, Sean? Let's work together to change these unreasonable things!" Malone was very enthusiastic. He was just about to reach out his hand and say, "Be my son!" (white beard)

[No! Are we already at the stage of recruiting? Job content? Work location? What about the salary? What about benefits and holidays? You didn't mention the specific salary at all! You are asking for resignation from HR - you are not doing HR. This can only fool those middle school students in hot-blooded comics. Did I pretend to be a hot-blooded youth too successfully?] Sean's heart was burning with complaints.

(P.S.: Do you like this kind of humorous rant? Try this style.)

As a corporate slave in his previous life, Sean has developed a conditioned reflex to this kind of empty promises.

"But~but, President! If I join the Explorers' Guild, will I have no time to take care of the farm? This farm is my grandfather's hard work, and I can't let him down." Sean pretended to want to join but was hesitant, speaking intermittently.

Sean's hesitant reaction was beyond Malone's expectations. Shouldn't a boy of his age be excited when hearing the words adventure, exploration, and superpowers? Was he too old to keep up with the times? He fell into deep thought.

"My dear Sean, you can entrust the care of the farm to other people in the town first. Think about it, when you become famous and have your own skills, will you still be afraid that you can't take good care of the farm?" He calmed his mind and continued to persuade, just like a big bad wolf luring an ignorant little lamb.

[I see. The Explorers Guild has very long working hours and a busy workload. They don't have time to spare to take care of the farm.] Sean heard the hidden meaning.

Sean continued to pretend to be hesitant, swallowing the words back every time they came to his lips, looking like he could drive someone crazy.

"My dear friend Sean, this opportunity is rare. You are a genius who has awakened on your own. You are a good candidate for cultivation and a bright future is waiting for you. Don't hesitate any longer and don't waste your talent. There are so many people who want this opportunity but can't get it." Seeing that inducement didn't work, Malone changed his excuse to say that he had great talent and felt sorry for the boy.

But he met Sean, who refused to respond to Malone's attack. If it were any other passionate young man, he would have probably been crying and hugging his legs, begging to be let in.

"But can't I do all these things while taking care of the farm?" Sean pretended to be a stubborn young man and insisted on his argument.

Ma Long narrowed his eyes. "What a troublesome little guy. It seems he won't join unless I give him some benefits." He thought to himself.

"Well, you join us first, and I'll report your situation and give you a certain period of freedom every day, so you can hire some people and supervise them to take care of the farm yourself. This is already a special situation, and we can't give in any more."

"When you walk out of this room, you will lose all memory of this." Malone gave the ultimatum in a serious tone, as if he was going to handle the matter in a businesslike manner.

[It seems that it is impossible to join the Explorers Guild to get completely autonomous and unregulated work actions. There is no government organization that will allow a group of people who can easily cause social panic to act alone without supervision. ]

[That's not right. There are definitely people who are not regulated, but I'm not strong enough to do that. There must be an exchange of interests with the first group of people with special abilities, otherwise this society wouldn't be as harmonious as it is now. There would definitely be resistance under the high-pressure policy. With the current strength of the Explorers Guild and the technological level of real society, it shouldn't be possible to control these people with special abilities like it is now. Without any rumors, those powerful people might have joined the official organization, held the title of honorary president, and listened to the announcement but not the orders.]

Sean was analyzing the information conveyed by Malone's words.

[It's a pity that I didn't want to join the Explorers Guild from the beginning. After all, I have the mission of exploring different spaces and sacrificing objects, so it's really not easy for me to act with my teammates 24 hours a day. I came here just to seek the certainty of the Explorers Guild on supernatural events. At present, seeing that this organization has unified supervision of people with special abilities and has compiled plans on file, I can only develop in a low profile after returning. ]

[No! There is still one chance, we can give it a try!] Sean suddenly thought of something and made up his mind.

"Will my memory be wiped if I don't join?" Sean pretended to be horrified.

"Oh, yes!" Malone laughed and threatened Sean with a villain look.

"What about my abilities? Will they be taken away from me? They belong to me!" Sean pretended to be a frightened rabbit, huddled in the corner with his hands curled up, and looked wary of Malone.

"That won't happen, because your abilities are not cultivated with our resources. We have no right to deprive you of your abilities. When your memory is erased, your name will be recorded. We will visit you from time to time to ensure that you are away from all supernatural phenomena."

Malone said the most dangerous words in a calm way, "So, what is your choice?"

[It turns out that the ability will not be eliminated at the same time. It is so complicated. It seems that this is also part of the exchange of interests to protect the rights and interests of the ability users.]

"Wait! I have another question! I saw a record in the museum. It was a soldier whose memory was erased and he recalled the relevant events. How should we deal with this situation? Will we kill people to silence them?" Sean swallowed dryly and asked nervously.

"As for situations where memory erasure is incomplete or memory recovery occurs, in principle we will continue to observe and see the harm to society before taking further measures."

"So if memory recovery occurs, and it doesn't affect society, then you won't care? I understand that correctly, right?"

[People with the ability to restore their memories are less closely guarded than those whose memories are erased. There must be some unknown story behind this, which is good news for me.]

"In principle, yes," Malone confirmed. "Any questions?"

Sean felt a lot more relaxed when he heard the word "in principle". These three words represent that there is a lot of room for maneuver.

"I'm sorry, President Malone, for bothering you with so many questions. Although I'm eager to explore the alien space, I prefer the free and unfettered rural life, so I decided not to join."

"What a pity! It seems that you are just like your grandfather, and you are not interested in this. I thought someone had inherited Old Oak's equipment, what a pity~" Ma Long sighed regretfully.

"Forget it. Everyone has their own aspirations. It's a pity that you don't have this much talent. Come, follow me. Next, please cooperate with our work."

Sean followed Malone out of the martial arts hall in the backyard.