Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

When the chairman returned from his vacation at his villa in the Namhae Archipelago, what could he possibly do?

Perhaps he wasn't even aware of what was unfolding at that very moment.

Yet, Vice President Xavier's eyes were resolute.

"Don't you all know? The Chairman possesses superhuman intuition."

"Hey, where is that? He's just swinging a Warhammer around so ignorantly… Ahem!"

Theo, who had been pouting without realizing it, hurriedly cleared his throat.

This was why the executives' expressions turned so serious. Those who attended this meeting held great loyalty to the chairman.

The unexpected gossip, however, drew disapproving stares. Theo covered his mouth and muttered quietly to himself,

"Oh my! You have some really loyal subjects."

But perhaps because the room was so silent, his muttered words were unexpectedly loud.

In an instant, Theo straightened his posture with an awkward expression. He felt the piercing stares of the executives, expecting sharp reprimands to follow.

Yet no one opened their mouths.

They just stared blankly at one particular spot.

"Oh, it was just nonsense. Don't worry about it too much," Theo stammered, waving both hands in a desperate attempt to cover up his blunder.

But no one seemed to pay him any mind, as if they hadn't heard anything at all.

"No, why on earth are you all acting like this…?"

Theo turned around, sensing an odd tension in the room—and froze in place.

There stood an unexpected figure, his expression a mix of bitterness and amusement.

"Theo, would you like to taste some ignorant Warhammer for the first time in a while?"

"Th-that, that, how could that be, Mr. Chairman?"

The person who had suddenly opened the conference room door and entered was none other than Abel Carriers, the owner of the Dapan Group.

With heavy steps, he walked to the other side of the desk and sank into his chair. A faint smile crossed his lips as he spoke.

"I didn't expect this kind of problem to arise, but we still need to handle it. I will dismiss Brenna, the deputy manager of Team 5 of Dapan Industries, and sue her at the group level."

"Yes? Ms. Brenna is a very conscientious employee!"

Paul shot up from his chair, dragging it noisily in the process. His face was a picture of surprise.

It was understandable—Brenna had been with the textile factory since its early days.

However, the chairman's next words left everyone in shock.

"If you go deep into the northwest of the logging camp, you'll find a sharp rock. Dig around it. There'll be stolen goods. Oh, and Chief Johnny the Lumberjack is also an accomplice, so hand him over to the police."

"How could such a fact…?"

"My eyes and ears are everywhere," Abel Carriers said coolly. "So be careful, Mr. Theo."

"Ha, haha! No, I was joking. How could I make fun of the chairman who even predicted a landslide?"

"Does anyone know that?"

"Ehehe!"

Whether or not Theo's face turned pale, Paul hurriedly tried to leave the conference room.

Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, he stopped and bowed deeply toward Abel Carriers.

"Thank you, Chairman!"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work," Abel replied.

Paul quickly exited the room, leaving the tension lingering behind.

Dapan Industries was certain to be noisy for some time.

* * *

Abel sat in his office, licking his lips while working on the pile of tasks that had accumulated over time. Reflecting on the theft incident at Dapan Industries, a strange bitterness settled within him.

"It's a tragedy brought about by competition… The personnel evaluation wasn't that inhumane," he muttered to himself.

The Dapan Group was truly the epitome of a dream workplace. Its ranking and position structure were meticulously organized, and the welfare policies were of an unparalleled standard. Moreover, the company never turned a blind eye to its employees' struggles.

If someone faced a crisis, support came at the group level. Where else could you find a job that assisted with everything from retirement to raising children?

"Such a system isn't common even in modern times. So, what exactly went wrong here?" Abel pondered.

No matter how hard competitors tried, they simply couldn't match the Dapan Group's welfare policies. Frankly, Abel didn't care much if the company spent its own money on such benefits. It wasn't a business solely driven by profit in the first place.

"We should see it as a tragedy caused by excessive greed," Abel concluded.

Deputy Brenna had stolen from other teams and hidden the stolen items in a logging camp. His plan was to make his team's performance shine in comparison. Blinded by his ambition for a promotion, he committed a crime.

Naturally, Brenna was fired and handed over to the prosecutor's office. Abel was confident the man would receive proper punishment soon.

"We need to take measures to prevent this from happening again," Abel mused.

Midias' factories were fortified with strong walls, making them resistant to external attacks. Yet, they were vulnerable to internal sabotage. The incident revealed a glaring flaw—people were guarding the facilities, and people were fallible.

This time, Brenna even had support from his lover, a lumberjack. It wasn't an issue that could be blamed entirely on the security personnel.

"I need to think this through," Abel murmured, leaning back in his chair.

It would be ideal if Vargas could create some kind of artifact to store footage. But wishing for it didn't make it so. Abel resolved to explore various ways to strengthen security.

His thoughts were interrupted as he glanced at the time. "It's almost lunchtime. I should stop by the mansion…"

Boom!

"Captain! Captain!"

A black squirrel and a white bat flew in through the window, their voices overlapping as they shouted excitedly.

"You're finally back!" they exclaimed in unison, flapping their hands and feet energetically.

"We finished the soccer game!" Peltron added with excitement.

"Oh, right. I told you to form a team," Abel recalled with a faint smile. "I wonder how it went?"

The two companions eagerly grabbed his hand, their excitement contagious. It was clear they couldn't wait to show the results.

Feigning mild curiosity, Abel followed them, smiling faintly. But as they approached the empty lot used as a practice field, his expression shifted to one of utter disbelief.

Kwung! Pachin!

In the field, a chaotic gladiator-style brawl was underway.

'No, what kind of soccer is this?' Abel thought, completely dumbfounded.