The newbies' job was simple: they packed the snacks that had been made on the production line.
The factory assigned employees to different levels of production lines according to their ranks. Compared to the average production line, the speed of the line where Transcendent employees worked could truly be described as soul-chasing and life-stealing—it was fast enough to take off.
Even these tough nuts, who had been living on the edge of the blade for years, found it hard to keep up with the pace when they first started. The workshop supervisor had no choice but to slow down the speed, letting everyone get used to it first.
"Damn, I used to work on the production line, and now that I've become Transcendent, why am I still working on a production line?" a wanted international criminal cursed, his movements clearly more skillful than the others.
