How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

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"These two have already passed the test, but they were deported and put on the blacklist. As long as they are removed from the blacklist, they can still pass the first level of testing."

The beautiful girl with long, straight black hair chuckled, and the customer service representative knew she was doomed again.

But it doesn't matter, I even want to hunt again.

"Putting them back on the blacklist the moment they entered, then stopping the expulsion process, trapping them in an area that is neither the main world nor the containment world—this approach is a bit too violent."

The customer service representative looked back and saw that her supervisor didn't seem anxious, which meant there was no problem.

That makes sense, it's just described as a program, not a real technology, so it shouldn't be so easily ruined.

"So this bastard wants to use those two troublemakers as a location to find that area?" The customer service representative thought of the alternative topic in the chat group.

"No, what she's after is the containment world."

The little broken ball casually crushed the two troublemakers to death, added them to the list of dead, and then brought up the containment world generation program.

"The containment world generation process was supposed to stop after the blacklist was reactivated, but she forced it to proceed. Since there was no specific target, it entered manual setup mode, which means..."

The dialog box will appear, showing the data being generated and input.

The little broken ball pointed to the setting of the communist utopia world above.

It goes without saying what Miss Fox wants to do.

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Chapter 1610 This Road Is Blocked

This brat wants to just sit here and do nothing.

Without even thinking, the conclusion just popped into my head.

"That's a different approach indeed..." The customer service representative's expression was starting to betray her nervousness.

I've seen Miss Fox rant about this in the group chat quite a few times.

But the customer service ladies just treated it as an angry outburst. After all, many of the things that bastard had done were things where he would fight back even if he couldn't beat you, flip the table, and make sure to disgust you.

Moreover, they hold grudges, and they will settle any grudges on the spot if they can, and if they can't, they will write them down and take revenge when they find an opportunity.

A perfect replica of a boss's little broken ball.

Unexpectedly, this time they actually changed their strategy, gave up on finding the little broken ball to self-destruct, and chose to stay put and do nothing.

"Because this was completely beyond her capabilities, she got angry and then got a little upset," Little Broken Ball said.

It clearly explained Miss Fox's behavior of giving up.

Even if you want to lash out at someone, you have to find the right person first.

After much thought, Miss Fox realized that the only way to avoid this was to use the key to walk right into the trap. She would immediately delete the matter from her mind and simply stay put.

"This mentality is all too easy to understand."

...So how do you know so much about this?

The customer service representative really wanted to complain, but she held it back.

She guessed something.

"Well, she can't escape." Little Broken Ball suddenly smiled, guessing what the customer service lady had figured out.

From the moment the key was inserted, as long as the minimum requirements were met, she was destined to be trapped.

"Sit down and do nothing here is a good option, but this is still my territory."

The culprit is not one's own awareness, but rather one's own words.

At the same time, several returning transmigrators who had previously failed the review were screened out and thrown into that utopian world.

"...Those few don't pose a threat to her, right?" the customer service representative reminded her.

Few transmigrators choose to return to Earth, and even fewer of them are capable of doing so. Those who achieve transcendence are even fewer.

The few who were just screened out, although they have some skill and even if they know each other and have a chance to team up, are not exceptional and have absolutely no chance of successfully scamming Miss Fox.

The customer service representative didn't understand the process of putting these returning time travelers in.

"Even if you revoke her permissions, I don't think it will make any difference."

Seeing that Little Broken Ball had revoked Miss Fox's privileges, the customer service representative complained further.

If you're not a transcendent being, you can't even avoid being scanned, and then you can't even scan others. Does this difference have anything to do with having Earth's authority?

The little broken ball just smiled:

"Yes, this will let her know what I mean."

What Riddler?

The customer service representative rolled her eyes, but didn't seem to care.

It doesn't matter what happens to this mother and daughter, as long as they don't involve her in anything.

Busy slacking off!

"You know the price of slacking off, don't you?"

Suddenly, the little broken ball's voice rang in my ears.

The customer service representative shuddered and dutifully performed a manual system check.

At least that's how I consciously acted when Little Broken Ball was watching.

......

"Ok?"

Miss Fox, who had already entered a state of giving up, suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at the air conditioner in the corner.

She just felt something was blocked.

"You've lost your Earth access?"

After checking, it was confirmed that it was indeed gone.

"So it seems that just sitting here doing nothing is actually working. Looks like the little broken ball has given up on letting me work for them?"

It's uncertain, and there aren't many clues, so let's just keep this in mind for now.

Regardless of any future conspiracies targeting her, she should enjoy every day she can in this utopian society.

So Miss Fox didn't care and enjoyed the flourishing entertainment industry brought about by the materially abundant utopian society.

Until an emergency notification suddenly popped up.

It was a pop-up notification from the official authorities, stating that several unidentified and dangerous individuals were acting erratically. A video showed several people dressed in ancient costumes flying in the sky, causing rampage and refusing to cooperate with any communication from the police.

Miss Fox frowned deeply when she saw this.

Without a doubt, these people were all returning transmigrators, and they had all been deliberately placed in her group.

"What is this? Closing my access means suspending me from my post, and sending people over means you're telling me I can't escape?"

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he effortlessly locked onto all the returning transmigrators who had been shoved into his fold.

There is no one who transcends.

Rather than forcing her to do the work, this was more of a "I'm watching you, don't slack off" message.

These people are really too weak in every sense of the word.

If you remove the system from them, they'll fall straight down from the sky, and their ability level will be equivalent to that of an average healthy person.

This isn't even a regular soldier.

Its only function is to serve as a warning to the fox when her assignment authority is revoked.

"but!"

Miss Fox put on the virtual stealth device and made an international friendship gesture towards the sky.

Being warned is one thing, but it doesn't affect anything else.

Miss Fox won't stop her slacking off!

And that was it. Miss Fox, who had just started the game, felt a blur before her eyes and was transported from her room in the Utopia world to a battlefield, where she was attacked from both sides in a fierce battle.

The cold, solid bullets pounded mercilessly against my body.

Although it didn't hurt or itch, neither side in the war showed any intention of stopping after she suddenly appeared; on the contrary, they aimed their guns at her even more frequently.

"..." Miss Fox sighed helplessly.

There is no doubt that she was dragged out of the utopian world.

This is a dystopian world.

The little broken ball changed a few words in the containment world she set up, changing it from a communist utopia to a capitalist dystopia.

Because those returning transmigrators whose systems she had removed were also there, they had already been killed as spies, which was quite cruel.

Newbie just filling in the numbers: ∠( ? 」∠)＿

Fallen Saint Black Cat: Wasn't this a disastrous attempt to change our approach? And you're still so calm?

Newbie just there to make up the numbers: because I'm trying to access the past world's containment permissions.

Miss Fox hasn't given up yet.jpg

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumping Jade: After going through all that trouble, you just lost the privileges you originally had, right? /Eating melon seeds

Newbie just there to fill a spot: Anyway, let's give the key a try.

Silver Hair Supreme: Huh? You gave up?!

A seventeen-year-old girl: Giving up so quickly~

【customer service:......】

This comment brought out all the people who had been spying on the screen.

Newbie just there to fill a spot: So, is the little ball with the security guard?

【customer service:!】

The customer service representative paused for a moment, then looked at the little broken ball.

Little Broken Ball rolled his eyes: "You have time to peek at the screen? It must be because the boss is here and you can't slack off and play games."

Customer service representative: "......"

"Alright, it's time to go see that bastard."

"Huh?" The customer service representative was taken aback. "Are you so sure she'll actually know how to use it?"

"It's not that I'm sure, it's that she's already used it."

## Chapter 1611 A Happy Family (Part 1)

Looking up, a sign reads "Application Processing Office for Legitimate Transmigrators".

Looking down, the billboard read: "Double Eleven Special Offers! Bundled packages only require the price of the product."

Miss Fox was slightly speechless for a moment, her eyes flashing with emerald green light, and she kicked the door open with one foot.

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It's very ordinary, just like the counter of a tea shop you can see anywhere on the roadside, with ordinary wooden tables and chairs, and ordinary display cases filled with all kinds of models.

It doesn't look like a high-end place; rather, it seems like a shop opened by an anime/manga enthusiast to experience life.

Miss Fox's gaze fell on Little Broken Ball, the girl with long, straight black hair who had just returned from backstage.

"Nice to meet you, my dear daughter!"

The sound is very clean, like a comfortable breeze blowing in your ear, which adds a lot to the image of the little broken ball.

Take another look with your spiritual sense.

Yes, I've seen the look in their eyes; they're someone I can't beat.

After thoroughly comparing the differences in strength, Miss Fox grabbed the edge of the low table with both hands and tried to lift it, but found that she couldn't.

Just then, a document was tossed onto the low table, followed by the sound of Little Broken Ball:

"Sign this, and you can start lifting the curtain!"