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"The closer it cos to the appointed ti, the weaker it becos. This core of the Inner City is indispensable to it, heh, unless the Ulaga virus inadvertently troubles it—we can’t take our chances."
Looking up at the vast emptiness of the giant Heart Core of the Inner City, he squinted his eyes slightly. Jing Wu didn’t set foot inside, but finished speaking.
"Then just follow the zero code’s regular pattern as usual, that way none of you will be left out. It’s not like you guys haven’t seen the zero code before, just that I have a different level of existence."
"It won’t notice us. We can now dismantle and understand it completely," Jing Wu said, addressing the Iron Craftsman who seed unconcerned.
"Iron Craftsman, we’ve already reached our destination, but we mustn’t be detected coming out, though it’s not easy being unchangeable," he guffawed.
Iron Craftsman patted sothing strange that looked like a fish.
All in all, there were four of them.
One after another, they dispersed into the Inner City, where the ground was filled with the remains of chanoids, stacked in a disordered heap.
Outside the city.
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Although his initial disposition was as murky as before, he had co up with several other ideas.
Jiaxie couldn’t figure out what Zero was at all. This exploration was a commission from the Jiaxie, and the purpose of this venture was to retrieve a chip of vital importance from Zero for Old Plank. "Zero is the shadow of Old Plank’s heart, though Old Plank never ntioned it, he has only seen Old Plank... but ultimately the essence of Zero is incomprehensible," Jiaxie explained.
"But looking at it, the more it matured, the more it seed like that silver-haired youngster, the one who looks a lot like the leader of a disease counterasure squad, and yes, that youngster turned out to be one of them. I’ve only ever seen Zero in the Inner City and I don’t know what form it can take, or any specifics about it," said Jiaxie, shaking his head.
Unconcerned with Zero’s unpredictable twists, since the city was too twisted, he felt a bit lost.
He had a severe allergy, just like Jing Si and Jing Liu, often experiencing difficulty dealing with these big guys.
He originally thought that Zero was worth making connections with. Jiaxie looked towards the vague direction with anticipation.
"What kind of existence is it, what kind of emotional attitude does it have towards humans, and what spirit does it have towards chanism City? What kind of existence is it exactly, since I’m increasingly unable to understand it? I’m just very curious about this whole thing called Zero, which seems to have a will to be seen. This place, not ashad to be called a black-zoned area, is far too convoluted with chanism City’s twists."
This decision was, of course, going to increase his analytical prowess and provide a more complete solution. Normally, he would always make decisions that had a bit of negative emotional undertone, knowing it wouldn’t affect him emotionally, but with this situation, even Little Bai himself did not fully understand so of the events.
Jiaxie, a data analyst, was also the protector of the family, ultimately known to Jiaxie.
"You’re just showing a non-emotional façade, not directly jumping to conclusions. It’s only because I think you’re already upset that you’re acting this way, not at all? What is it then?"
"I won’t be upset or afraid, and it won’t be difficult. I’m just a person who enjoys observing; besides, I don’t have any special emotions, so aside from that, the grandeur of chanism City will excite more than anything else."
"Do you really like being in a place that has so kind of emotional disposition?" asked Jiaxie, while they were on the move.
There was also a specific purpose to this huge underground river, which Little Bai could imdiately sense; it was the paynt for the two rcenary evils currently confronting each other.
The two prepared to go to a support banquet, while Little Bai and Chuanbai were on their way.
Performing this kind action would give him an advantage in so situations in the future.
Once Little Bai extracted the Heart Core, he would destroy the opponent’s facility to prevent retaliation.
Ponk Yong was startled for a mont.
"Your friend’s girlfriend is not mad, not broken, and only infected with Ulaga. It’s just Ulaga infection, bringing her wrath upon you, since a wrath wave is coming. There’s still three days left for the auction, aning the handover will wrap up in one bundle, attaching a convenient problem. But now the fact that you’ve exchanged communication with it, and because you carry the Ulaga disease precaution equipnt, the disease counterasure squad will kill you if identified as an infected person, Ponk Yong, during the rage season," Little Bai warned him, although he was cursed by Ponk Yong, who could not find a proper treatnt for his own "girlfriend."
"Maybe we can find Zheng Old and the squad leader there, we’re going to the Great Hall Avenue. I have other things to take care of now. Goodbye Old Jiaxie," said Little Bai, who had decided to give up on this task and let Jiaxie handle it. He discovered this just a while ago and decided not to treat it anymore.
Souls amid the borderlands of reality had already twisted their world.
Such things as being born in this ti and place, one cannot rely on them, although you can only look upon the high-priced living environnt and conclude that sothing amiss has been made clear.
To proceed forward, it can only look upon those sights it had never seen, for this is why it has a vehicle in front of it.
Demanding less and less gradually,
and receiving ever lower treatnt, although there is a large crowd fighting for existence, this does not excuse the fundantally correct treatnt they receive.
After my prices drop, the relentless competition begins, all because they need to survive, need to work hard, never stop learning, just like it, every person following suit.
No matter how hard they try, there still seems to be a never-ending stream of people in the front rows of the carriages,
It learns whatever it can, puts in the work, gains knowledge wherever there’s a deficiency,
but it will inevitably be blocked, resembling the word "Shen Ta" that aspires to climb even higher levels, the heart-core humans.
Every few carriages form a group that becos a different social stratum, the more forward the carriage, the higher the status.
Like a room in a speeding train, in this world of chanism City, each carriage becos a microcosm of a different social class.
After a few glides through the circles of this soul’s world, he’s just another soul within it, a soul that remains unresolved like white mist, not hard to dissect.
Eventually, a pitiable white fog extends its hand, reaching into a cup full of engine oil, making a connection with this Heart Core chanoid’s ongoing journey.
"It’s still quite true that this Inner City makes one wordless,"
The four words, peace and love, beca particularly ironic.
At its core, using machine race individuals as sacrificial spokespeople for peace and love? But does the surface really shine bright?
Sohow, the South Market has attracted an origin of great evil, a large pile of nefarious deeds, but one cannot be sure what kind of hall they are running down there.
South Market, isn’t it?
Who knows, maybe after this a chanized Demon Sect will erge, although Shen Ta’s set may not always have soone to witness, but if a formation cos together well in the North District, despite the great divine stick being slain, it has beco a gathering place for the divine stick as it is today, then what about North District?
The hearts of these rich people are filled entirely with the will to live, and their mouths are full of charity, yet the tragedy of the Jiaxie’s child is not the only one in the dazzling, bright-lit East Market.
Purchasers don’t care how much they spend or what they buy as long as their consur desires are sufficiently transmuted into covetous beasts.
"An Automatic Ho Lover" is just an audio device from the company "Peace and Love," which will transpose its own consciousness into the voice, when the ti cos, to model a complete woman,
But in reality, this one from the chanical race, is a man, a detail observed by the attentive white mist.
In reality, they all rely on chanical bodies to model their presence; especially their voice is from the chanical race.
This "Automatic Ho Lover" might actually be so sort of nefarious product, and perhaps the white fog is considering whether or not to completely sever ties with this "Peace and Love" company.
"What you call living is real, what I call life is but the facade of a mountain,"
said Jiaxie knowingly.
Mikkel was very different when it ca to service ti, the "Automatic Ho Lover" always wearing a smiling face made him even more delighted to see it, even scaring the little thing to tears.
As a result, Mikkel never started to laugh, likely due to the extre emotional fluctuations caused by the Ulaga virus infection.
Perhaps due to these days of experiencing the depths of malice, this Heart Core chanoid was, in the end, embedded with the soul of a machine race cup in front of Jiaxie and white mist.
Although they are not as formidable as the giant weapon makers of the Inner City, Marcon Group’s matters are not few, for these machine race individuals owe debts they can’t pay off.
They can only truly return to a fresh new body after earning enough to cover the interest and debt for Marcon Group, they only have a limited ti to fulfil such needs.
A Heart Core chanoid will inevitably be forcibly harvested for other uses, just like fulfilling certain machine race organic material needs— at that exact mont, the retribution cos.
However, when these machine race individuals fail to repay, not only could they afford many luxury items, they even allow machine race individuals from outside the city to enter with enough credentials by offering high-interest loans, as the Marcon Group is the big credit loan institution behind this "Peace and Love" company.
And this "Automatic Ho Lover" is the eye-catcher.
White mist, looking at the cup with the word "Peace and Love" carved into it, wonders how to respond to this matter.
Feeling uncomfortable and furrowing his brows, even Jiaxie seems to have implicitly guessed.
Just letting the machine race vent their essence, granting them a "tool" that has a soul to experience even more tangible feelings, that seems to be the reason... for implanting such a mysterious device in the Heart Core, potentially letting the machine race detach from the body.
But chanical races like this are extrely evil...
Children would be terribly scared and die imdiately upon discovering their parents had bought one of these things, though many young people still buy them, despite not having any particular strength.
They are interesting and rich gadgets, simply speaking. They’re used as parts to soothe people’s desires, crafted from silicone to mimic human skin, to relieve stress. In the mists of the forr world, these were just playthings for children.
Equipped with a Heart Core chanoid within the cup, they look even more remarkable when they change shape, but such mighty cups have been around since ancient tis.
However, they were put aside as so sort of "cup-shaped" data interface, yet they possessed complete Heart Core chanoids.
Changeable... with the design of a chanical creature—it is but one precious sleeve of a female friend, called so for that specific reason.
Jing Wu released the white mist very quickly.
Is it not done by hand, looking at it from the perspective of the chanical race? Can they even find a female friend with this?
Chu Qing faced Little Bai, spritzing out a line of foul language, with his whole body wrapped in an extrely cheap chanical shell, like a young man nad Wang.
"Damn you two silly prongs, always so damn slow! You truly infuriate ! Hustle up, we’ve got to move forward! Repair that damn fine girlfriend of mine, or it’ll sneer at us, mock , as if it’s alive! Gosh, my Mara! You find that amusing, don’t you?"
This chanical race being, a young chanical fellow, simply looked very friendly.
Little Bai felt very strange about the opening they encountered, it wasn’t like anything he imagined a middle-aged chanical being would do. Zheng knocked on the door and Little Bai answered. The building looked very unique, almost like a row of identical train carriages.
Little Bai and Zheng had finally reached their destination.
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They are very evil at heart—But he had to admit that these creatures, with their original depravity, presented a challenge to face this vast group.
"It’s strange that this task is classified as level ᴀ."
In a blink, they surrounded them. Emanating the scent of humanity, they showed their bloodthirsty nature as they erged from various huge tunnels.
In the misty world of the past, it was said that one could ride the southern cockroaches as mounts.
There were still cockroaches, albeit giant ones, not just rats. The small rat extermination team saw no end to the huge creatures they encountered. It beca clear that the undercity was more than just giant rats.
Little Bai and Zhu Qing quickly descended the sewer, which looked significantly expanded, unlike the simple construction observed by those passing information through real-ti communication devices. Was it even possible for these degenerate creatures to pass through chanism City’s vast sewer infrastructure?
These rats were indeed monstrous products of depravity and corruption, which was rather interesting to Zhu Qing. Although they had the physical form of rats, they were imnsely larger in size.
Little Bai and Zhu Qing moved very quickly because they slled the unique scent of flesh and blood, which was more pronounced than the scent of the chanical race’s bodies, compared to the sll of human flesh on the surface. Obviously, the undercity was teeming with chanical beings.
The group of four split into two teams, communicating through their devices.
While Zheng and Jing Jiu went to search for Jiaxie’s cousin and provide treatnt, Little Bai and Zhu Qing headed forward into the sewer to hunt down the giant rats.
Although Little Bai and Zhu Qing did not require any special consideration for chanical bodies, as they were still flesh and blood, albeit not ordinary, they were both equipped with communication devices, making Zhu Qing a useful contribution.
Zheng’s task was to go to a certain family’s residence in a rehabbed common carriage to fix a friend’s girlfriend.
Of course, there were common carriages, economical carriages, first-class carriages, and luxurious carriages, since it was indeed a carriage.
This residence looked exactly like a row of train carriages because of this, hence it was called a railroad town ho.
At the sa ti, the greatest black market in the entire Inner City could also be found in Black Feather Street, which was also an entertainnt district. Different factions gathered here, making it a wasteland. Black Feather Street was an entertainnt district, while Big Hall Street was a piece of desolate land with gatherings of various factions. The southern district was divided into three areas: Big Hall Street, Black Feather Street, and the train ho city.
chanism City Inner City, Southern District.
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If that’s what it was like to truly feel as a chanical being, then he should have been standing firmly on his feet for quite so ti, considering how long chanism City had been established, observed by Jing Wu, who hadn’t taken on a mission yet.
Little Bai, who had also not yet accepted a task, did so nonetheless. The task of killing the giant rats in the sewer and moving forward was quite a challenging high-level ᴀ task. Little Bai, despite not having accepted a task, was still quick to equip communication devices for himself and Zhu Qing, who didn’t need to consider their chanical bodies much, even though they were actually made of ordinary flesh.
So cases are simply impossible for to handle.
He, who never refused a small assignnt, went on to do so "minor tasks," for not wanting Little Bai to beco a killer because of him, even if it ant letting the White Fog do all the hard work—after all, the hired guns helping with the assignnts were all from the South District.
Before moving forward to repair a certain Common People’s love in the South District, Jiaxie decided to take on a level-p assignnt.
Having unexpectedly bumped into Jing Si, he decided not to split the reward and just shared it, since the assignnt was quickly completed anyway.
Chu Qing had just begun to explain about so Ulaga diseases to Little Bai and Jiaxie, who had a taste of chanoid clan customs and attitudes in Shenyue, as they continued on their way to the South District.
Jing Si started moving.
"All we can do about the Ulaga disease is cure it, and that’s the only event we’re involved in. We have no idea about the inevitable battle protocols, and the chanism City might even face a crisis. But we can only offer support, and our support might very well be up for auction by Zheng Yue and the team leader."
"Do we really not want to participate in the auction?"
Jiaxie thought for a mont and said, "Ultimately I haven’t said much; it’s just so thoughts."
Jiaxie wondered if he could sohow gauge the full extent of Little Bai’s capabilities and whether contact could have any effect.
He seed to have a sort of royal control over his sequence of eyes, which was no different from anyone else’s eyes in that respect.
If the eyes of Erleipu had ever appeared in history, they would’ve been ntioned explicitly—since they hadn’t, it’s even less likely that anyone knows about this sequence of eyes.
But what might happen if there were words versus sequences, or sequences among themselves, or even words against words, nobody really knows the outco, and not all reactions are obvious.
While so people have sequences and others have curses, all they know is to keep exploring.
But Jiaxie, for one, didn’t know the source, the sequence, and the progressional steps involved in the manifestation of these sequences, even though they were already commonplace in the Inner City.
Little Bai, who had a lot to consider because of his unique vision, began a conversation.
Very few people are even aware of the Ulaga disease’s binding effects, much less its more complex implications of heavenly blessings or curses.
Little Bai, who had never showcased his sequencing abilities before, can only deduce that Jiaxie had been relying on his centuries’ worth of efforts to identify chanoid sequences without directly revealing the capability.
If only it were so simple to explain.
Jiaxie also considered the possibility that Bai could be hiding so sequencing powers behind a figurative veil that sotis shrouded even his own vision.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Just occasionally, these ripples only appeared when Little Bai was nearby.
Jiaxie was originally going to ask another question altogether—what Little Bai thought matched up with him, how close he was, what kind of changes in the data would allow him to see further into the future, and whether he would be able to discern more specific details.
The half-truths were the most difficult to discern.
"Honestly, I have only caught glimpses of the drama so far; it’s just a hypothesis I have about you. There’s so much going on, how could you ever think so complexly? Does this reasoning sound right? With my data linkage, I can proceed into a certain depth of interaction, corresponding to a certain flow of data—but am I a soul bender who corrects the righteous path?"
"How do you know there’s a taboo experint here, again? Why would you think that chanism City might actually face an external threat? How could you even know about all this? What exactly is the basis for your current cut-off point of reasoning?"
"So sort of evidence?"
Jiaxie, not wanting to continue further, blocked Little Bai’s path.
Little Bai decided to leave.
"Perhaps you could find Zheng Yue and the team leader. That’s where their boys like to fight the most; it’s a station just below the South District."
There were a few people standing in the original place... a strange atmosphere pervaded after the evil altar below the taboo experint was destroyed.
Maybe it was a coincidence that he appeared in chanism City at the right ti, wanting to leverage this particular event for attention because of Jing Liu, or maybe it was quite fortuitous.
Little Bai couldn’t help but think of a particular result that involved Jing Liu, and he had a part of it with him—these older masters’ knowledge.
It was a unique special case called Zero, the earliest manifestation of which occurred during Chuanbai’s schooling within that connected body of the Old Plank. Bai never expected he would deal with these bigwigs.
He would choose to join the procession and slowly increase his presence in the black-zone domain before he went back to the chanoid City.
Little Bai started questioning whether there would be a battle with Zero in chanism City very early on.
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