Currently located in the Religious Censorship Bureau of the Black-Eye Consortium.
Manjusri is the deputy director of this religious censorship bureau... Although he is the deputy director, he actually does not have any real power.
The reason is very simple, that is, all his powers have been sealed.
Manjusri was also a powerful mimic more than ten years ago. He fought in the nightmare space and was called the Dragon of Destruction that devoured civilization.
But he was defeated in a fight more than ten years ago by a powerful night watchman... and suffered heavy losses.
After that, his shadow disease extended from sixteen hours to twenty-four hours in one breath, which was equivalent to him being trapped in that nightmare space for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, when faced with this desperate situation, mimics have an extreme solution, which is the 'shadow disease limiter'.
This limiter allows the mimic to eliminate all effects of the Shadow Sickness at the cost of losing all power in the real world.
But if you enter the nightmare space again and die again, both your body, mind and soul will be swallowed by the nightmare.
This powerful dragon of destruction retired like this.
Fortunately, the retirement position assigned to him by Black Eye Company is quite generous. As deputy director of the Bureau of Religious Censorship, this position is not something that ordinary mimics can hold.
But it was only after Manjusri took office for a period of time that he realized... that the Black-Eyed Chaebol was just using him as a humanoid computer!
The top management of Mimicry has been strictly prohibiting all products related to information technology.
Things like the Internet, smartphones, and computers in the human world are prohibited for civilians to use in the Mimic Empire.
Therefore, the Bureau of Religious Censorship handles a large amount of documents and data every day, all of which rely on the 'brains' of legendary mimetic creatures like Manjusri for calculation and processing.
Even if the power is sealed, the brain of the legendary creature is still much more powerful than ordinary mimicry.
So this is equivalent to squeezing out the last remaining value of Manjusri.
But this retired legendary dragon didn't dare to have the slightest idea of resistance, because he still had to support his family...
The position of deputy director of the Bureau of Religious Censorship is already much better than the ending of many of his colleagues who are terminally ill and can only die in nightmares.
Today, Manjusri seemed to be reviewing the various applications submitted by the major religions under the Black-Eye Conglomerate as usual, as well as the various reports written by the review officials regarding the new churches in the Black-Eye area...
The director of the Religious Censorship Bureau suddenly took a stack of documents and placed them in front of Wenshu.
"Xiao Wen, please help me work overtime on this document project today. The results will be available at noon tomorrow," the director said.
"Tomorrow... tomorrow? But... Director, I... I will have a rest tomorrow."
Wenshu took a look at the title of the document and judged based on his rich experience that this was definitely not a project that could be completed in a day or two, and tomorrow was his day off.
"There is nothing I can do about the project that was suddenly requested by the superiors... You are the only one in the entire censorship bureau who can do this project, so your hard work should be considered as a contribution to the bureau."
When the director said this, he remembered that tomorrow is Manjusri's day off and said.
"Also, how about I move your rest day from tomorrow to next week, so I can give you a weekend off?"
What do you mean by taking a weekend break? What do you think if I transfer the meal you eat today to next week?
Manjusri opened his mouth and wanted to say a lot of civilized words, but because of the pressure of real life, all the words he wanted to say turned into one sentence.
"Thank you, Director."
"Work hard and your year-end bonus will be indispensable."
The director drew another pie for Wenshu and then left. Wenshu later worked overtime until ten o'clock and was looking forward to the moment when he got off work.
Because his power was sealed, his physical condition at this time was no different from that of ordinary people. Only the speed of his brain could vaguely glimpse the shadow of his former life as a legendary dragon.
Manjusri dragged his exhausted body and drove back to his home. When he got home, he saw his daughter slumped on the sofa with a bag of potato chips in her hand and watching TV.
"Xiaoyun, you didn't go to the missionary school today?"
As soon as Manjusri entered the door and saw his daughter's decadent appearance, he couldn't help but feel angry.
"Anyway, my current strength is already at level ten. It doesn't matter whether I go to a missionary school or not, right?"
His daughter Queyun was lying on the sofa and responded impatiently to her father.
"Level 10 is nothing in the Mimic Empire! Do you know how hard those tribesmen living at the bottom have to work hard to have extraordinary powers like you?! I gave you such generous promotion conditions not to let you hide in there every day.
We are eating snacks at home!" Manjusri shouted.
"Dad, you are very annoying... So what if I reach your level of strength? You still have to work hard every day!"
At this time, Qingyun diverted her father's attention and said:
"Mom, she didn't come back all night tonight. Why don't you call her and ask her?"
"Didn't come back again?"
Manjusri's heart sank when he heard this and he took out his mobile phone. Although the Mimic Empire prohibited civilians from using smart devices, mobile phones with simple call functions were still allowed to be used by civilians.
He quickly dialed his wife's phone number, and after the call was dialed.
"Where are you now?" Manjusri asked straight to the point.
"Where else could it be outside?" His wife's voice sounded a little drunk.
"Have you been drinking?" Manjusri felt like his head was spinning when he realized this.
"Just drank a little."
"Which bar are you at? I'll pick you up now..."
Wenshu put on the work clothes he had just taken off again, opened the door and drove to the bar where his wife was, and then picked up his drunk wife back.
He asked his wife sternly after helping her onto the sofa.
"Didn't I tell you not to go to those romantic places again? Why didn't you listen?"
Who knew that his drunk wife was not only not afraid, but also confidently asked Manjusri...
"Then take me to some places where I can meet people! I heard from your director's wife that their family went to Paradise for a trip last month! I've been married to you all day long and stayed at home doing housework.
!Weren’t you quite impressive before?!”
The wife poured out a lot of complaints accompanied by the drunkenness, which made Manjusri fall into a state of anger again. Just when he raised his arm and was about to slap his wife...
He still held back, because Manjusri was a very rational and even masochistic mimic, so he knew very well that even if he did so, it would be meaningless, and it would also leave a psychological shadow on his daughter.
So he put down his hand and turned around to walk towards his studio. Behind him, he could still vaguely hear his wife shouting something like, 'If you don't get promoted, you will beat your wife at home! You are really promising.'
Wenshu closed the door of his studio and locked it. Without thinking too much, he fell down on the floor of the studio without even bothering to change his clothes and went to sleep.
The daughter has become a delinquent girl who skips school because she has not had a normal family education for a long time, and the wife seems to have a tendency to cheat because she is always dissatisfied with her current life.
Whenever Manjusri thinks about this, he will ask himself... 'What on earth am I working for? Is this the kind of life I get from working overtime every day?'
Whenever he thought about this, the urge to go to the nightmare space to take one last look at the disaster dragon emerged in his heart.
But Manjusri soon thought of various reasons to convince himself.
For example, although the current work is tiring, at least the salary is enough.
At least I don't have to worry about eating and drinking... If I really change back to a mimic living at the bottom of the mimic empire, I might even die without knowing how.
But how long should we persist in such a miserable and hard life? One year? Ten years? Or a lifetime? If this is the case, it might as well be...
Sigh...it's better to go to bed early, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Just when Manjusri was thinking this... He didn't know how long he slept. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the light around him had become much brighter.
His chaotic studio didn't know when it turned into a room that looked like a child's life.
Manjusri was slightly startled, thinking he was dreaming, when a golden-colored mouse with two long pointed ears and two cute blushes on his cheeks suddenly stood at the head of his bed.
"Pikapi?" The yellow-skinned mouse made a confused cry.
Manjusri was sure that he was definitely not dreaming, so...he immediately felt that he had been kidnapped by someone, but what did these kidnappers want?
And the most important thing is...
Manjusri took a look through the window and took a look at the garden where the sun was shining brightly and flowers were blooming. Everywhere he could see a variety of strange creatures like this yellow-skinned mouse.
Where on earth did these kidnappers kidnap me?!
PS: Tonight’s update is a little ahead of schedule_(:з ∠)_