Purgatory Factory.
Office of the Vice General Manager.
As the office of an eight-star executive, the interior was lavishly decorated. Opening the window provided a top-down view of the bustling employees in the various workshops, a sight that evoked the relationship between a worker and a screw, bringing about a sense of comfort and pleasure.
However, the Vice General Manager's brow was currently furrowed in a deep frown.
Sitting at his desk, he carefully scrutinized a factory data sheet.
"Sigh..."
The Vice General Manager let out a sigh.
The factory's total output had been declining recently.
For one, they had already plundered nearly all the resources in the vicinity, forcing his subordinates to venture farther out.
For another, there were simply too few hands they could use.
They had captured quite a few powerful ghosts, to be fair.
But most of those ghosts were unwilling to follow the factory's orders.
