In the makeshift tent studio, it was already a scene of demons dancing wildly.
The young man floated in the middle of the room, typing quickly on a laptop, while countless tentacles behind him were also flying around at high speed.
Some were pressing calculators, others were keeping accounts, and even more were tapping away on electronic devices... When one room sounded like an entire internet café from the clacking of keyboards, God knows how much work was being processed simultaneously.
"True Tentacle Monster," was reaching conclusions at an astonishing rate.
"Figured it out, this month's surplus, increased by 7%..."
"There are seventeen vacancies internally and for expansion new positions needed, recruiting externally could go up to a hundred and twenty-one... uh, calculate the cost, they seem to be asking for not only Eastern Country's coins and credit-coins."
