Chapter 1794: Chapter 1791: Designer Selection
Ladybug Foundation, which can be regarded as a subsidiary under Mr. M.
Renowned for [World Modelling], Mr. M is responsible for various departments related to world creation.
Though his esteemed presence rarely descends, compared to other Supreme Will members, he is considered relatively approachable… Any slightly significant company issue can directly seek his opinion.
The employees hold him in high regard, with each department displaying a portrait of Mr. M, or a statue at the entrance.
Most employees wear a badge with the letter [M].
As the sole candidate, the treatment Han Dong receives is naturally not much different, akin to the only son of a company president visiting a subsidiary, enjoying the topmost privileges.
Ladybug Foundation – Gaming Chamber.
Han Dong awakens from the liquid-soaked cylinder.
However, this time the person coming to greet Han Dong is not the designer shrouded in black mist from before.
Instead, it’s the highest-ranking official of the current area – Director Mars, though previously friendly, now there’s an added sense of reverence as if for a superior.
“Mr. Han, is there anything I can assist you with?”
“Director Mars, let’s talk while we walk… My visit this time is mainly to request the expansion and embellishment of a world, I have a rather special world here that needs expansion, could I borrow some of your designers?”
“Oh! These are minor matters.
I recall while reviewing your files before, I found several associated subsidiary worlds.
Among them, ‘Derry Town’ is a highly specialized world, beyond our scope of interference, other worlds can be helped in terms of expansion and modification.”
Han Dong quickly waved his hand, “Director Mars misunderstood, the world I need to expand is not these subsidiary worlds… but an independent world not affiliated with the Black Tower,
whether in terms of the world framework, fundamental rules, or your conventional understanding of the world’s definition, it might differ.
Hence, I might need designers with more divergent thinking, sufficient ability, and good adaptability to complete this work, additionally, I have a rather ‘excessive’ request.
Any ‘designer’ involved in this work must sign a confidentiality agreement of the highest level, and if necessary, memory erasure upon completion.
Consider it my personal affair.”
Indeed, Han Dong’s request was rather excessive.
Not only wanting to utilize the Foundation’s high-end talents for free but also demanding complete confidentiality and even subsequent memory erasure.
In the past, Mars would have certainly refused.
But now, considering Han Dong’s status, once Mento steps down, Han Dong is the trusted [M]… forging a good relationship with some designers in advance is not a bad choice.
“How about this! Can Mr. Han describe the general situation of the world, or provide some keywords?
I will distribute a brief about the world to the entire company, designers with relevant experience and knowing that it’s your request for help will surely volunteer.
By then, you can personally select the design team, how about that?”
“Sure, thank you, Director Mars.”
Han Dong quickly fills in the world’s specific specifications (small/miniature world), along with keywords like [Demon], [Prison], [Chains], into the form.
Seeing the words [Demon], Director Mars seemed a bit apprehensive.
Nevertheless, as the brief circulated.
Engineers scattered across various company positions with no significant projects at present started responding.
If the [Ladybug Foundation] is likened to [Derry Town],
the designers here are like the Ten Devils, or elite townspeople, belonging to the company’s top-level elite and key components.
Most of them started as lower-level employees in the Foundation, selected through layers of screenings.
They are required to pass not only ability assessments but also technical mastery, innovation capability, and a comprehensive standard of world management.
Designers are also recognized by the Black Tower, often invited to participate in Black Tower-related engineering designs.
In less than ten minutes.
A total of thirteen Mythic Bodies, each with vastly different attributes and personalities, arrived at the site in various ways.
Han Dong was quite gratified, just by sensing their aura; these engineers were all mythic elites, some designers with rather rare attributes that Han Dong was seeing for the first time.
He first courteously said:
“Thank you all very much for coming specifically to help me with this task.
My world isn’t large, not many are needed, 2~3 people will suffice! So, I need to slightly filter, and for the filtering method, just answer one question from me.
Moreover, I remind everyone once again.
This project requires signing a soul’s plane-level confidentiality agreement, and if necessary, memory clearance.
If anyone cannot accept this, you may leave now.”
Seeing the designers remain unmoved, Han Dong directly posed the question.
“Please design a prison or a cell. Provide me with a design or detailed concept within ten minutes.
No restrictions, start now.”
The designers immediately used their abilities for “on-site modeling,”
whether small modules,
or thread-like lines,
or some kind of simulated liquid,
even some special condensed gas, etc.
Similar to Mr. M’s Modeling Liquid, building prison, cell models in a miniature space.
When the ten minutes ended, one designer failed to complete the design and left voluntarily. Another designer felt the model did not meet their internal standard, likewise, abstained and left.
The remaining designers stopped their actions.
Han Dong checked them one by one,
no comment was made after reviewing the first ‘Maze Prison’ design, just a slight nod.
Then looked at the second ‘Deep Space Prison,’ again made no comment.
For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat tense… It seemed unbelievable that this ‘young man’ Han Dong was strictly scrutinizing a group of seasoned experts with over a hundred years of experience, and even filtering them one by one.
a one-legged man wearing a black cylindrical hat, leaning on a cane.
Displayed before Han Dong was an entirely open prison cell, incorporating elements of a circus, with Han Dong noticing some special details.
“Hmm, single cell design? Using ‘performance’ instead of ‘control’… That’s interesting, come with me.”
The individual also took off the top hat, with only a few hairs bobbing on the bald top, a strange and malevolent voice came, “Honored to be part of your world project.”
Then, Han Dong stopped in front of the last engineer.
His image was of a hunched old man with an iron wardrobe on his back, presumably the oldest among the designers.
This person erased all the prisons modeled within ten minutes and conveyed them conceptually to Han Dong with an understanding of the prison concept included.
“Interesting, come with me.”
The old man said nothing more, just silently nodded.
One by one, bizarre tentacles emerged from Han Dong’s sleeves, the weird aura causing some engineers to step back a few paces.
When selected by Han Dong, the two showed no expression changes.
The “Soul Contract” was constructed, and the two designers did not even look at the content, directly signing their names.
“Director Mars, I’ll take these two.”