"As long as I have a job, work makes me happy."
"..."
Sure, you're happy, but I'm damn not happy!
Having been dumbfounded by the Graveyard Dominator's phrase "work makes me happy," the unlucky middle-aged man with the misfortune of working for a dominator-level workaholic finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said through clenched teeth:
"Lyle... that's a bit much to say, no matter how you slice it, work is still work, and you..."
"No, this is not just any work."
Looking at the operational model and sketchy framework of the entire branch of the underworld that he painstakingly sorted out over two months, the Graveyard Dominator, with a hint of intoxication in his eyes, murmured:
"This is an unprecedented concept, an art of death."
"???
"Haven't you noticed? Lord Food God's arrangement of the entire branch of the underworld embodies a philosophy different from everyone else's. He is gradually breaking everyone's preconceived notions of death."
