The old man finally moved out. Apart from the one book he left for him, he took all the others. Ultimately, he was left all alone in the Zero Residential Zone.
He reported the successful relocation to his superior and was praised once again.
But praise was all he got. There were no tangible rewards—no promotion, no bonus. His superior just patted him on the shoulder, told him to inventory the rooms in the Zero Residential Zone, and then leave as quickly as possible.
He was used to it by now—solving a major headache only to receive verbal praise from his superiors instead of any actual commendation.
'Maybe I'll get promoted next time...'
He sighed and returned to the Zero Residential Zone.
'I need to check for any residents who might have been left behind and see if there are any flammable or explosive materials... I also have to pack up my things from Room 0122. Before I leave, I'll need to put up caution tape to keep people out during the renovation.'
