After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Swipe the card, sign and submit the report.

Kazuki Matsushiro went through the formalities and took three years of annual leave.

It's not the annual leave accumulated for three years, the procedure he went through was the real annual leave for three years.

If this salary is mentioned, it may attract countless job seekers, and the snowflake-like resumes will be directly submitted to the company's hr.

It's a pity that the Administration Bureau is a government agency, and you have to take a public examination to enter here.

Of course, not everyone can have such a long annual leave as Kazuki Matsushiro.

He is in a special situation.

"Excuse me," Kazuki Matsushiro clasped the table with one hand, "Is this the place to submit the report after the task is completed?"

With 10 minutes left to get off work, the girl behind the desk raised her head impatiently and prepared to ask him to come back tomorrow.

"Yes...that's it." She was taken aback and replied involuntarily.

The visitor is a new face.

It is worth mentioning that he has a handsome face.

While turning on the computer that was shut down early to get off work, the little girl quickly sent a message in the group with her fingers: [Tell me truthfully, which department recently hired new employees, and when they came to hand in the task completion report, I was so handsome. 】

It was approaching off-duty time, everyone's hearts were wild, and the group exploded as soon as the message was sent out.

[Coordinate logistics team, there are no newcomers. 】

[The coordinate technology group has no newcomers. 】

[The coordinate transmission team has no newcomers. 】

……

Soon all the groups in the management team posted a family bucket with the same format in the group.

[No newcomers?Don't you read it wrong? 】

[Where are people?] It took a long time for the group to find out that the little girl who sent the first message never replied, [Don't get off work soon, are you kidding us? 】

"Is it necessary to submit the report after the task is completed?" The little girl turned on the computer, "Please provide the employee number."

On the computer, follow the input of a line of numbers, and a piece of employee information interface of the action team members pops up. The blue-backed certificate shows a few large characters on the left side representing the name: Matsushiro Kazuki.

The little girl couldn't help but looked up and compared the photo with the real person.

The boy in the photo looks seventeen or eighteen at most.

The ID photos of the General Administration were collected uniformly when they entered the job. Unexpectedly, this was actually an old employee of the General Administration.

Except for the photo, the real person knew nothing about her comparison, and lowered his head and pulled out four pieces of basic identity information from the folder: "By the way, I have to declare the identity of the death in the mission."

"Is it...reimbursement of the death records of these four ID cards?" She hesitated as she looked at the four ID cards handed over by Kazuki Matsushiro.

"Yes," Kazuki Matsushiro flicked the paper, "What's the matter? Can't you report any problems?"

"No, no," she shook her head hastily, "it's rare to see so many death identities reimbursed at once."

"Generally, everyone completes a task and reports it once," she explained in a soft voice while inputting information, "it's rare to report three or four together like this."

Matsushiro Kazuki pinched the bridge of his nose, and before he could explain that this was the status of death within a mission, the little girl who had almost entered all the information said awkwardly, "Hey... it really is within a mission."

"Then please provide the task information."

"Mission information..." Thinking of this embarrassing name, Kazuki Matsushiro wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose again, "Grow up healthy and sunny childhood."

This name, Wei Guangzheng, confused the little girl for a moment.

The World Pillar under the Authority has been impacted. Only when the important NPC grows safely, can the World Pillar facing collapse be stabilized.

In order to ensure the good survival of the mission world, the Administration has specially selected a group of outstanding employees, bound a [Healthy Growth and Sunshine Childhood] system, and one-on-one dedicated personnel are responsible for the safety of NPCs.

——and Matsushiro Kazuki is on this list.

As an employee who is specially in charge of NPC Gojo Satoru, his goal is to stay by Gojo Satoru's side as much as possible before he becomes an adult, and protect his life at all costs until the npc adult world is stable.

"Grow up healthy and sunny childhood...Okay," the little girl behind the counter switched on the screen outside the counter while typing: "Confirm, is it the goal of this mission?"

Caught off guard, a face of Gojo Satoru popped up on the screen facing him.

Not the face he saw the last time he left the mission.

Can't say the same.

What he meant was that the time on this photo was earlier than that time.

The delay in information processing within the mission of the Authority was frighteningly long, and Kazuki Matsushiro recognized when this photo was taken with little effort.

This is a photo of Gojo Satoru when he was about ten years old.

He stood too close to the screen, subconsciously took a few steps back when the photo popped up.

Thanks to the high-resolution screen, this photo is clearly defined.

Maybe it's because the sun is about to set, and under the light orange warm light like the setting sun, the still young Gotiao Shenzi was covered with a layer of shimmering golden borders, and his outline was outlined lightly and delicately, quietly and peacefully. Solemn and incredible.

"Hello?" The little girl behind the counter raised her voice suspiciously and asked again, "Is there a problem with the mission objective?"

"Huh? No." Matsushiro Kazuki suddenly came back to his senses, took a few steps forward, and signed his name at the bottom of the screen carelessly.

What does Gojo Satoru have to do with him now? As soon as the mission report is handed in and the annual leave application is handed in, he is at the headquarters from this moment on, and his heart is already in Hawaii.

The photos on the big screen suddenly disappeared and became the default system desktop of the Administration.

"The task information entry has been completed, and the death identity reimbursement registration has been completed." The little girl returned the four basic identity information to him again, "I wish you a happy holiday."

"Thank you," Kazuki Matsushiro took the receipt and the basic identity information in high spirits, crumpled the five pieces of paper into a ball without looking back, and threw them to the trash in the hall without even looking at them. Wastebasket, "You are happy too."

The ball of paper was astonishingly accurate and hit the mouth of the barrel.

The clock above the head suddenly jumped from 59:[-] to [-]:[-], and it was time to get off work.

Thankfully we came 10 minutes early.

He flew to Hawaii at 07:30 in the afternoon. If the personnel department just told him to come back tomorrow on the grounds that he was about to leave work and couldn't handle it, then his flight tonight would have to be changed.

I have to thank people.

After finishing the procedure, Kazuki Matsushiro was in a good mood, and he smiled nicely when he was talking.

"It's all right." The little girl was flattered, stood up and waved her hands.

[I didn't take pictures, how dare I take pictures. ] When she sat down and picked up her phone, the group had exploded, so she had to reply one by one,

[It's not a newcomer, it seems to be an old employee I haven't seen before, I saw his employee information. 】

[It seems to be from the action group?Don't think about the three-year-long annual leave, I have already left the headquarters with my luggage. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki took the simple luggage and got on the car to the airport.

An action group popped up in the group: [our group?Our group is all orangutans who trade IQ for military power, but speaking of it, it seems that there are indeed a group of orangutans who have only sent out missions recently. 】

[It seems to be a long-term task...] The replies in the dialog box rushed one by one, [I heard that the shortest one also stayed there for seven or eight years. 】

There was one thing that was wrong, Kazuki Matsushiro stood at the boarding gate, looking at the busy security personnel and passengers with luggage who hadn’t seen the real world for a long time, he couldn’t help but whistled.

He has been in this mission for at least ten years, so he can propose a full three years of annual leave after completing the mission and logging out of the world.

From now on, it's vacation time, and he won't talk about any work-related matters.

"By the way, A...not right." Matsushiro Kazuki called out a letter habitually and then stopped suddenly.

Now it is the real world outside the mission. After completing the mission, the [Healthy Growth and Sunshine Childhood] system assembled by the General Administration will uninstall the exclusive mission program and reassign partners.

He stayed in the mission for too long, a bit confusing the mission and reality. He has been used to the system for more than ten years, and just subconsciously said the system number.

It's no wonder that the General Administration granted him three years of annual leave. The group of them who did this mission basically stayed in the mission world for at least ten years.The General Administration is afraid that employees will confuse tasks and reality. When they see annual leave declarations whose values ​​are still above the standard line after the psychological test like him, they approve it without thinking about it.

The arrival point of the plane was Hawaii. His expired passport was urgently processed by the General Administration. The air ticket was bought now after the annual leave was approved. He didn’t prepare anything for his luggage. If you bring a mobile phone, you only bring one person.

He will be sitting on the plane now, the seat in the economy class is too narrow, no matter how he sits, he feels that the work permit in his pocket is not enough.

For international flights, the General Administration is planning to upgrade him.It's a pity that the time he bought was too tight, the first-class cabin was full, and the business class behind the first-class cabin was also full. In the end, the General Administration gave him the best option and chose a window seat for him.

It's really not the right time to choose this seat. If the windows on the plane can be opened, it's hard to guarantee that Kazuki Matsushiro won't just throw out his work card at this time.

The aircraft door has been closed, and the air traffic control tower applies for flight.

The wing extended upwards, and then rushed into the cloud layer, smashing a thin cloud.

Under normal circumstances, Kazuki Matsushiro would try his best to avoid thinking about work-related matters after leaving the task.

In the psychological assessment of the Authority, whether one can clearly distinguish the difference between the inside and the outside world is also one of the important indicators.

But today is an exception.

Probably when he saw the photo of the young Gojo Satoru when he was submitting the report, it was rare, he dreamed that he died for the first time in this mission.

Difficulty breathing, weakness in limbs, gray eyes.

The system is ready for the next identity transmission, and it will be seamlessly connected when the shell dies.

The feeling of death is not good. Although the administration can take over, Matsushiro Kazuki didn't have time to report this time.

The babbling blood flowed like a brook, almost staining his white coat red.Gojo Satoru's hands were frighteningly cold, shaking constantly as if he had been dug out of an ice cave.

At that time, he was so terrified that he didn't even realize that his hands were as cold as Matsushiro Kazuki, and even lower than his body temperature.

The pain in the wound from blocking the attack from outside the super-standard world, hysterically draining all the strength from his whole body, his wrist also hurt from Gojo Satoru's hand.

It's been a long time since he dreamed of such a long time ago, and now he can't even remember whether the wound hurt more or his wrist hurt more.

Matsushiro Kazuki woke up suddenly.

Not woken up by a nightmare.

The task is the task, and the reality is the reality. The main reason is that after the task came out, he didn't eat a drop of rice, and his stomach, which had been hungry for two days and two nights, warned him that he was woken up by the pain.

On a red-eye flight, Kazuki Matsushiro turned on his phone and connected to the wifi on the plane to pay for a bottle of cold water and bread.

The video of the colleagues in the logistics team of the General Administration popped up almost at the same time as the wifi was turned on. It was unconscionable to make calls during the vacation. Kazuki Matsushiro slowly finished eating the bread and left it to dry.

——"Matsushiro?" The logistics team on the other side of the video was brightly lit, and the colleague had a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Finally answered the phone."

Matsushiro Kazuki was taken aback by his expression as if he saw an enemy.

"There's something wrong with the mission world." It's a pity that the eyes of the colleagues in the logistics team flashed fiercely for a moment, and then a young man in his twenties seemed to be about to burst into tears, "The important npc you are in charge of has been blackened , The colleagues in the logistics team have folded in several times, and if we don't solve the problem, the world will be over."

Matsushiro Kazuki:? ? ?

Didn't he just come out of the world for two days?What did the support team do?

"What's going on?" Considering that the passenger next to him was still sleeping, he lowered his voice, "Are you kidding me? My mother has been watching him for more than ten years to let him grow up healthily, and he turned black within a few days after leaving? "

The other end of the phone pointed to the rest of the logistics team who were in a mess behind him: "I'm not kidding you, we're all crazy."

"The whole team was called up to work overtime at two o'clock in the morning, and the technical team next door is now brightly lit in order to analyze the cause of the world shift."

"Who enters the mission world and who dies now, I can't find out the reason. The preliminary analysis is that the npc Gojo Wu has been blackened." The logistics team colleague took a deep breath, "The technical team means, why don't you come back and take a look?"

Outside the window, a little lone star twinkled in the night sky outside Red Eye.

Matsushiro Kazuki held down his still aching stomach.

The colleagues in the logistics team are still chattering.

Well, now he feels his head hurting too.

What's the matter.