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Chapter 5 - Breasty innocent Girl

Earlier in the day of the vanishing:

Sultan was enduring the most loathsome activity in his life: waiting.

This, combined with how disastrous this morning had already been, left his mood in an unenviable state.

Not having anything else to do, he moved his gaze around, taking in the details of his surroundings.

The room is fairly average in size, allowing the floral aura permeating the space to remain pleasantly palatable with every breath. The upper half of the walls is adorn with crystalline glass and sparkling mirrors. As for the floor, Most of the space is claimed by the soft fluffy cushioned seats, leaving only a small gap between the waiting area and the reception disk.

 'what's wrong with her?' for the umpteen time , Sultan noticed the receptionist sizing him up with a unsettling gaze.

Thinking that his unsightly appearance might be the reason, he headed to the bathroom to fix whatever he could.

Looking at the mirror, a thin, angular face with piercing green eyes stared back at him.

Trying to improve as much as possible, he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, which of course did little to nothing .

ignoring his hair for now, Sultan resorted to washing his face and using a few paper tissues to dust off his suit. Satisfied with the modest improvement, he stepped out, only to find the receptionist waving at him.

"first day"? she said with an amiable smile as she handed him a comb .

She was one of those rare girls who seemed immune to the passage of time, ever with the youthful demeanor .

her bright eyes shimmered with unguarded curiosity and her wide, childlike smile radiated an untouched purity, giving her an almost ethereal innocence.

Almost… if not for the ample Bosom that gravitated upwards with defiant grace, as if a bird ready to take flight. the exaggerated fullness of her chest was at odds with her child-like presence, creating an unsettling contrast.

Sultan couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the creamy expanse of skin revealed by her low-cut black blouse, which framed her enticing cleavage as though inviting attention.

"oh, yeah. is it that obvious?" Sultan, enamored, accepted the comb hesitantly and started running it through his hair.

"Not really," she replied with a light chuckle. "I just know everyone who works here, so it's easy to spot someone new like you."

"uh, I see. hope you can interduce me around then. the name is Sultan"

"Cate. I am the secretary here, so you will be seeing my face every day," she Said with a knowing smile and then dusted her chest area.

"well…"

"fortunately, I mustn't work here every day. I'll just be here for reporting." Sultan replied, reluctantly tearing his gaze from under her chin.

"fortunately?"

"Am I so bad to look at?" cate asked with a playful tone, leaning heavily against the edge of her desk.

'goddammit, does she do it on purpose?' Sultan thought, his eyes yet again drawn to the melon-like breasts flowing before him.

No, no. that's not it at all." He interjected quickly. "You see. I am not a suit fan to say the least so it would have been a big inconvenience to wear it every day." he explained sheepishly.

"not that I wouldn't miss seeing such a brilliant bo- cough-cough- brilliant smile every morning." Sultan complemented poorly.

'WHAT A PLUNDER!'

Not seaming to notice or care, cate leaned back from her disk, "oh really , and what department are you going to be working in?"

Happy to change the topic, Sultan answered honestly " I'll be working in the new production line."

"doing what?" Cate probed.

"I'm an assembly specialist."

Well, that's not entirely accurate. Sultan could easily be considered an engineer.

His expertise with assembly machines was so advanced that he could build one from scratch if provided with the necessary components. In fact, his skills in repairing and managing other production machines surpassed those of the certified engineers at the factory where he worked.

However, since he hadn't attended an official institution or earned formal qualifications like they had, the title of "engineer" was never officially granted to him.

The breasty girl not knowing any of this, looked at him with a sparkling eyes. "so you are working in the factories."

"Tell me. how is it there?"

"Is it really that your skin can't stand the sun light?"

Sultan's smile stiffened on his face. He didn't know what to say.

'what the hell is she talking about? Does she think we're vampires?'

Mind reeling to come with a respectful respond, Sultan had only one thought.

'this girl's intelligence isn't as large as other certain parts.'

.... 

Luckly, Sultan wouldn't had to answer, for his long-awaited appointment had finally came.

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the current time:

A soft ding resonated in Sultan's head, accompanied by a faint flash in the corner of his vision. It was enough to jolt him upright. His sudden movement sent the back of his head smashing into the wall behind him, but Sultan didn't care. The pain barely registered.

His eyes widened with disbelief and hope. It was working.

His RLISYS was actually working. He'd just received a notification.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a fragile hope began to bloom in Sultan's heart. Maybe he could call for help.

He fumbled for the interface in his mind, his optimism swelling. Could he contact someone? Call emergency services? Maybe they could trace his location. The thought lit a spark of anticipation within Sultan.

But when he opened his main screen, the spark died almost immediately.

There was no network. No connection to the internet. The interface only displayed local data. the things Sultan had downloaded and saved offline.

And they were useless , Sultan is still cut off from everything else.

Despite this, Sultan wasn't entirely defeated. He had something to work with, something familiar. The thing could prove to be beneficial in the future, even without its connection to the outside world.

The despair of his earlier thoughts faded into the background as he focused on the screen. Sultan started tinkering, navigating through the interface, searching for anything. anything that might help him escape this nightmare.

Meanwhile, a thought was nagging at the edge of his mind. He paused, frowning, before it dawned on him.

The notification.

It had been a message.

But how? How could Sultan have received a message with no network?

His pulse quickened as he scrolled to his messaging tab. At the very top was a new message from an unknown contact. His eyes dilated as he opened it.

The message read:

"Well, you couldn't be doing the sensible thing and just waiting to die. I've never thought you would be the complacent type, Sultan.