Reborn as a Supervisor

"The taste of the scavenger has never let me down in terms of bringing surprises."

"Is it always disgusting in new ways? I never thought there could be so many foul smells."

"This reminds me of the taste of the finisher I ate before. Is it soft? I enjoyed it very much at that time."

The three members of the "Mashkaa" group are eating. There have been a lot of orders from customers in recent days, and it is a bit too much for the three of them alone to handle it.

The members of the Carnal Prayer Feast wear long robes and have strange appearances. Their bodies are made of threads and blades, and they have openable white masks on their faces. They use mechanical feet to crawl like insects.

Their language is organized in a peculiar way, and their intonation is similar to that of a robot, but they attach great importance to politeness.

Carnal Prayer makes silk and weaves cloth by devouring "humans". This ability is a long-forbidden singularity technology that comes from a broken wing.

(Now you know why all technologies are not called singularities, because they are not “people-oriented”)

Although this technology is already available everywhere, Carnal Prayer is always able to accurately find the silk thread required by the client, as well as the prey that can extract the silk thread.

Relying on his strong business capabilities, Xie Rouji has always maintained a high status among tailors.

"The flesh is very tough and difficult to eat, but it tastes good and can be woven into high-quality silk. I am very satisfied."

"We have to eat scavengers for another week."

"Because we must spin more silk?"

"This is the 'instruction' given by the index finger."

"What if the scavenger's 'mammy' takes action before we finish?"

In fact, these worries are unnecessary. Many people are already rushing to kill the scavengers. They are currently busy taking care of themselves and have no time to care about the affairs of these three people.

"The index finger is watching us. Do we only need fabrics specified in the textile directive?"

"No more instructions for the index finger?"

"Maybe not? Don't worry, Index Finger is a very good friend?"

Although it is unknown why, these three members of the Carnival joined the "Index Finger". While providing fabrics to the "Index Finger", they also take other orders.

Such behavior is permitted as long as the instructions are completed.

"Hello everyone at the Carnal Prayer Festival."

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Hello, Herald?"

"And hello, Mr. White Messenger."

That’s right, Chen Fan and Yang came together. The two knew each other before and had a very good relationship, calling each other brothers.

Because of his tragic childhood, Yang doesn't seem to want to have close friendships with others. No matter how good the relationship is, it can only go so far. It is probably impossible to go further.

Not long ago, Yang became a "messenger", but she didn't seem happy about it. Instead, she was in a bad mood.

As her only good brother, Chen Fan naturally invited her to have a meal to change her mood.

For some reason, Yang hates "pure black" very much, so his favorability towards a certain "Mr. Black" has dropped a lot even before he has even seen him.

On the contrary, she likes white very much, so a finisher who is dressed in a "glowing white" outfit will have common topics with her.

"Well, thank you for your greetings."

"I am here to convey new instructions to you all."

Yang asked the three to go to the library, and Chen Fan kindly sent them an invitation letter, saying that according to the instructions, this time the "Subai Messenger" would provide help to Yang.

"Do we have to go to the library?"

"We have to, hunt scavengers, weave fabrics."

"Can we eat the herald?"

"Will it be delicious? Maybe I can weave high-quality silk."

Although they are polite, it is clear that this politeness is not enough.

"…I'm afraid that's not possible. You must all follow instructions."

"I suppose you all still want to keep your silk weaving jobs?"

"If you disobey the order, the 'agents' will come to visit you personally."

Although the other party threatened her, Yang was not panicked at all. The instructions said that the "Su Bai Messenger" would provide help, so even if a fight broke out, she would not suffer any loss.

"Is the order the highest priority for us?"

"If we break the rules, won't the instructions easily forgive us?"

"Perhaps there are materials in the library that can be used to weave a new type of silk?"

"Now that the order has been delivered, it's time for me to leave."

"…I understand what you are thinking, but please always keep in mind what will happen if you don't follow my orders."

Yang didn't want to communicate too much with these machines. After all, her mission had been completed.

“…Excuse me for interrupting, we’re here to get the fabric.”

"Hello~ Are you from the Black Cloud Society under Thumb?"

"Hello everyone from the Black Cloud Society?"

"The reward for the 'Nauvo fabric' that we came to collect from Thumb is in that bag."

It's a pity that Miss Sayo didn't join the Four Associations. The section chief needs talents like her.

Soon there will be "friction" between the "five fingers". After all, only a few people can take over a territory as big as L's Nest. Coincidentally, both the "thumb" and the "index finger" have this plan.

"Miss, what should we do?"

"Although he is just a small messenger, he is still a direct subordinate of Index Finger... Logically speaking, we are no match for him. However..."

Chen Fan was ignored again and again. He was obviously wearing white and was very conspicuous, but he was ignored every time. He had no choice but to speak up to remind others.

(Because of its own properties, it is easy to blend into the "light" and become one with the natural environment)

Simply put, no matter where he stands, even if he is standing on a pile of corpses, others will think it is reasonable and natural.

“…Well, now that the business is done, let’s go our separate ways.”

Miss Sayo is not a fool. Since the other party has already "warned" her and others, it would be inappropriate to threaten the little messenger again. After all, the other party is protected by someone.

"We'll go to the library before Carnival and take the cloth. As for the messenger... he has his own place to go."

Several people left the scene one after another. On the way back to report, Sayo and her men encountered "uninvited guests". The three of them went to the library for the Meat Festival, while Yang and her "good brothers" found a restaurant to have lunch.

"Thank you for just now..."

"It's okay... If a fight really breaks out, I'll be the first to run away."

Chen Fan said half-jokingly, how could a "messenger" like him be "good at fighting"?

On weekdays, I investigate some intelligence and report it to the association for processing, and occasionally I do it myself.

The information the operator received was basically about who had committed what crime in what place, and that the crime had already been reported or resolved.

Although he could have chosen not to make the call, Chen Fan insisted on saying something to her to give himself a sense of existence. This was one of the reasons why the operator was so upset.

Yang put her weapon aside. She had gotten used to the other party's humorous way of speaking. Although it sounded unreliable, if something really happened, the other party would still be very reliable.

"We are brothers. Isn't it normal for brothers to help each other?"

Chen Fan maintained a good relationship with Yang in accordance with his original understanding of "brothers", and his way of speaking was also relatively free and easy, but he still had some characteristics of his own.

"Just because... we are "brothers"? "

Yang was distressed. She had casually rejected the other party's advances at the beginning, using the excuse that "although we can't be friends, we can be brothers."

As a result, the other party really treated me as a brother. Even though I was a girl, he didn't seem to care at all.

This led to her being embarrassed to speak up about certain things, as she was afraid that this delicate relationship would be broken because of her, but she didn't want to "stop here", but she also didn't want to endure the pain of losing a "friend" again.

So I kept struggling like this, and I felt like I was about to get twisted...