His consciousness was clear. Once his thoughts settled, he still felt a bit uneasy. However, when he discovered that a so-called Jinx, rumored to bring bad luck, was actually a member of the Celestial Court, he completely relaxed.

He began to understand why the Heavenly Master had only sealed most of his authority, instead of completely sealing it off—there must be a deeper meaning.

Yes, he had read many stories. The Deities here all valued this concept, leaving something for one to comprehend. If you understood it, you would soar to the skies. If not, it was simply due to a lack of talent, comprehension, or inadequate cultivation.

He, Gauss Weil, wasn't without opportunities. Even though he had been beaten up, he was also given chances.

He definitely didn't want to mingle with those stinky Devils from other places.

Gauss Weil ignored the summons and continued to watch the video.

After watching, he got up, took a pen, and earnestly added a crooked line of writing on the paper on the coffee table: "Find a job, experience the pain of working."

Having written this, a second thought occurred to him: what sort of creeps were those Devils? He didn't want to deal with them—what if they wanted to harm him?

Then he mentally added another note: tell Wen Yan about this later and clear himself of any association first.

He carefully watched the video and saw that some kind-hearted people had left comments on how to find a job. Gauss Weil then did his own search and tried following the tutorial.

After making a few inquiries, he began to feel how difficult it was to find work. For the few jobs he thought he understood, no one wanted him.

They asked about his work experience. Oh, he knew what that meant—it was about what he had done before.

He said he had been a Demon King in a godforsaken hell for several thousand years, a place so remote not even birds would defecate there. After that, there were no more replies; he couldn't send messages anymore.

He specifically looked it up: this was called being "blocked." It was just like when he blocked the prayers of his worshippers; they could say whatever they wanted, but he wouldn't hear them anymore.

After trying a few times, he gave up. It was too hard. Better to ask Wen Yan about it.

「 」

In an underground palace in Europa, fresh blood stained the grooves on the ground, forming a Magic Array, but sadly, there was no reaction at all.

Standing outside the Magic Array, a man in a suit, leaning on a cane, looked at the Magic Array and sighed deeply.

Really gone? It can't be. Even if dead, they should resurrect, right?

The rumors are indeed true; it is the most vile Curse.

None of the past Pain Demon Lords ever had a good end, and this one died even more miserably this time.

Forget it, let's not bother.

「 」

The wrap-up work in Virtue City finally ended, involving a huge mobilization of personnel and engineering teams. From today onward, people could start to return. The teams ahead had worked overtime and, after verification by various departments and institutions, had completed the acceptance work.

To be safe, the entire section of the street where the fight had occurred was dug up and removed, and a new road was laid.

Anyway, more than half of the money donated by Changfeng Group was still left; it seemed impossible to spend it all. All the money spent went back into society—materials, labor, all of it was an expense.

The follow-up work involved replacing glass and doors and providing compensation. These tasks needed to be handled on a household-by-household basis, though they were relatively simple. Shattered glass and deformed aluminum alloy windows were directly replaced with double-glazed system windows. Presumably, no one would be dissatisfied. Damaged rolling shutters were replaced with glass doors, and a free air conditioner was installed for each.

Most of the time, as long as the money and compensation were adequate, there were no major issues. Some shop owners along the road even felt the current state had a special charm, so they were simply given money, allowing them to make replacements if they wished or not bother at all.

This time, Cai Qidong managed an operation with ample funds. The usual red tape decreased precipitously compared to the past. They fixed up the school and covered meals for all students in the city for the next three years. Additional subsidies were provided for teachers, doctors, sanitation workers, and other professions. Money was allocated for road repairs, and investments were attracted. This series of cash-intensive moves meant the local government departments and various units in Virtue City had nothing left to say but that they would fully cooperate with the work assigned by their superiors.

Giving money was a crude but effective approach.

The next day, when Wen Yan returned home with his family, they even encountered a traffic jam outside Virtue City.

Arriving home, he saw Gauss Weil slumped on the sofa as if he had no bones.

Wen Yan didn't ask why he hadn't run away, and Gauss Weil didn't bring it up. On this point, they had a tacit understanding.

"Have you been playing on your phone for days without rest, keeping it constantly charged? Aren't you afraid the phone will explode?"

"Didn't you say I needed to charge it?"

"..."

Wen Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with Gauss Weil; he was busy unpacking.

After he finished unpacking and came out, Gauss Weil grabbed him.

"Could you find me a job?"

"???"

Gauss Weil took out his phone, scrolled through it, and, after some effort, finally found the video he had watched before. "Look at this."

After watching a little, Wen Yan roughly understood what Gauss Weil wanted to do.

Wen Yan was at a loss for words but eventually concluded, "This guy really is a glutton for punishment..."

However, this was actually perfect.

"Do you want to go through the process outlined here?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that would be best."

"Then you'll need to rent a place first. Renting requires money—do you understand that?"

"I'll go work to earn money."

"Can't you just conjure up some gold or something to sell? Don't you have any treasures in your collection?"

"No. Money not earned through hard work is meaningless."

Gauss Weil said this very seriously.

Wen Yan was filled with respect.

"Okay, I'll look around and see if there's a suitable job for you."

The next day, Wen Yan took Gauss Weil to try out for jobs. However, it was clear he was incapable of doing anything and couldn't hold down any position.

Eventually, with no other choice, Wen Yan called Minister Cai. They established a new department in Virtue City that was well-suited for Gauss Weil and, incidentally, also helped resolve some local employment issues.

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