Since the Circus fully cooperated with the production of instant noodles, after three days of process optimization, William now doesn’t even need to go to the kitchen to make instant noodles quickly.

William was only responsible for the production of the ’noodles’,

creating special hollow spiral-structured noodles from the abyss inside his abdomen. Once he produced enough noodles for the day, Poker Face would come to collect them and take them straight to the kitchen to be fried with the boss’s oil into noodle cakes.

Catherine only needed to stay in her Clown House, where Poker Face would visit her factory’s pool daily to catch marine creatures and bring them back to the kitchen, where they were processed in segments to make sauce, powder, and ingredient packets.

As for the noodle buckets, they initially used skin sacks.

But now that mass production was necessary and William’s skin sacks were limited, Chef Timi was in charge of redesigning the noodle buckets.

Just like that, the entire kitchen essentially became an instant noodle factory, with efficiency said to improve daily, and it was expected to reach the planned output very soon.

[Theater]

Thirteen raised a candelabra overhead, dressed as a maid while cleaning the office, preparing for a total relocation,

Nash had recently become unusually irritable, often pacing inside and outside the theater,

As for the reason, William didn’t ask much, but he could guess part of it from Nash’s background,

he was rejected by his kind for being a Parasite that didn’t rely on a Host, and never felt a sense of home.

After joining the Circus, Nash for the first time acquired the concept of [home], had always lived here, and took his life very seriously. He even broke the rules by being promoted from Poker Face to deputy head, dedicating everything to the founding of the Theater.

The sudden change, the splitting of the Circus which tore the family into pieces, naturally felt uncomfortable.

"Nash, come here!"

Nash was startled and hurriedly explained, "Boss! I’m not slacking off;

I’m just thinking about how we’re going to do the show after the move? We haven’t even started recruiting actors, and we got the smallest tent among all the departments.

Ah~What if we can’t keep up with our performance targets each month? Should we maintain our partnership with the Circus,"

"The cart will find its way around the mountain at the foot of the mountain;

there’s no need to think about the ’path’;

we only need to consider which ’mountain’ to take... And I already have a rough plan now.

Come over, I’ll tell you something."

"Okay."

Nash trotted into the office, having calmed down, only for William’s words to immediately explode his hair and make his body writhe as if he were about to turn into an amoeba.

"What! Boss, didn’t you say the ’human world’ was a backup plan? Why do we have to go there right from the start?"

"Our Theater is short on people;

we need to find a friend to help out. He’s over in the human world... If we can get his help, our Theater will develop rapidly."

"That’s true~ but it’s difficult for me to follow... Patients with Silver Circle disease face significant restrictions when crossing the [pathway]."

"Restrictions aside, you can get through, right? I remember Jian and Art both have been to our human organization to rescue Catherine."

"They’re highly skilled, and they have plenty of methods~ I could try to force my way through, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to maintain my human form;

I’ll have to turn into a disgusting Parasite form."

William felt awkward hearing this, "Disgusting Parasite? Do you hate being a Parasite?"

"Of course~ From the moment I was born, those disgusting bugs around me were buzzing, instilling in me the Thought of finding a Host, but I like to live alone and have no Thought of Parasitism at all, even disgusted by it."

William suddenly had a Thought, one hand on his chin, the other gently tapping his temple.

"Nash, how about you Parasite in my brain and go along with me? That might minimize the side effects of world crossing."

When William offered this suggestion, Nash, sitting across from him, froze as if he had crashed, with his pupils completely dilated.

No matter how much William waved his hand in front of him or made any movements, it was futile,

Soon after, a foul odor emerged. Nash had ’wet himself’... It was not so simple as wetting himself, but physical dehydration.

His human appearance was hard to maintain, and his true form as an amoeba was about to be exposed.

Snap!

With a finger snap, William pulled his consciousness back into place.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed throughout the office, even making Thirteen, who was cleaning, cast a strange look, thinking the two were up to something immoral in broad daylight.

"Sorry, boss, I lost my composure... I..."

"Is it possible? The Parasite in my brain thing, if you can do it, then it’s settled."

"Alright, alright, I’ll definitely go back and look into Parasite-related knowledge so you won’t feel the slightest discomfort, boss."

"Fine."

Just at that moment, a poker-faced clerk knocked on the office door, apparently having urgent business with William.

"Come in."

"Chief William, the boss is looking for you! He requests your presence immediately."

"The boss? The instant noodle production is probably at its final stage, and the Circus is about to undergo its transformation... I’ll head over. If the tent needs to be split today, I’m counting on you, Nash."

William patted Nash on the shoulder twice before leaving.

Click! The moment the door closed.

Boom~

The three-tiered office was pierced vertically;

Nash’s head was thrust into the ceiling of the top floor, with his body hanging motionless in mid-air,

This greatly annoyed Thirteen, who had just finished cleaning, and she wished she could burn the other person to ashes.

...

This time William followed the tunnel beneath the incinerator to reach the boss’ locale, where another person was already standing.

"Mr. Jian!"

As William approached, the boss got straight to the point.

"This reform, besides accelerating the convergence of Fear and the qualitative change of the Circus, will also determine who will be the next ringmaster. Both you and Jian, as Abyss Spokesmen, have the qualifications.

Therefore, the contribution to Fear convergence after the reform will be the deciding factor.

You have no objections, right?"

Jian simply nodded silently, while William was momentarily startled before immediately raising his hand.

"No... there’s no need for an assessment! Mr. Jian has been an elder in the Circus for a long time, following you since the early days. His understanding of the Circus, his grasp of the Audience’s psyche, and his presentation of Fear are all better than mine.

Even his perception of the Abyss far exceeds my own.

I only need the title of Chief to be enough."

However, the boss said nothing.

The response came from Jian, "William, this has nothing to do with seniority or level... no assessment is necessary. The only thing that matters is who the Circus ultimately chooses.

We are both qualified;

after the final collection of Fear, let the Circus decide."

"Understood..."

The boss nodded and skipped the topic, "The splitting of the tent will start at dawn today. Before that, I also have something to discuss with you, William.

When are you planning to resolve the issue between you and the Skin Factory?"

William responded decisively, "Since the Circus is undergoing reform, that is certainly more important than my personal affairs. I will put the matters regarding the Skin Factory on hold for later.

However,

if the reform doesn’t go well and the convergence of Fear isn’t fast enough, I might start dealing with the ’conflict with the Skin Factory’ ahead of schedule.

Or rather, I could perform a Fear show directly inside the Skin Factory, extracting the most primal, richest essence of Fear from these ancient parasites. If any Skin Slave dares to interfere, I’ll drag them in too and subject the entire Mysterious Skin Factory to Fear extraction.

If successful, the amount obtained should satisfy the Circus’ needs to a great extent."

Listening to William’s answer, both the boss and Mr. Jian couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Jian also removed his mask, rotating his eyes filled with the Abyss toward William,

"Haha! William, you really... resemble the boss’s style from the past. Full of youthful vigor, daring in action."

"Ah? The boss used to do that too?"

The boss too was cheerfully engaged, his black hair on his face writhing frantically, "I was younger then and indeed did some impulsive, dangerous things... What’s a young person if not vigorous?

Good, it’s fine to have this kind of spirit. I look forward to your performance, William."