Chapter 65 York[VIP]

The feeling of escaping was like a dream.

These slaves who had just escaped from the Holy Land - now citizens of the island group with identity cards - lay on the soft grass, not daring to close their eyes even though they were extremely sleepy.

The men in black uniforms had fed them, and now a group of doctors in white coats were examining them.

There is no punishment, no hunger, no groveling, which is something that is unimaginable in the Holy Land.

Watching the doctor remove the rotten flesh from her leg, the girl, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, clutched the thin blanket tightly and asked hopefully, "Doctor...Doctor, can my leg be healed?"

The doctor looked at her, and the guilt in his eyes told the girl the answer.

"Your leg is fundamentally damaged. Although it can be saved, you'll only be able to walk with a limp after recovery."

The girl bit her lips, and tears welled up in her eyes again, which had not shed tears for a long time.

If she were given another chance, she would never be deceived by the trafficker who tricked her into going out to sea to dance. But now, it's too late to say anything...

"However, if you don't mind having a prosthetic leg, there is another treatment option."

The girl raised her head suddenly, and was surprised at first, then she realized what the doctor said.

"Prosthetic legs?" She looked at her skinny legs. Although they were ugly, she couldn't bear to give them up. "If I can't dance, it doesn't matter whether I have new legs or not..."

"Don't worry, it's not one of those prosthetic limbs that makes it difficult to move. It's like Principal Monka's. It feels just like your own arm."

The doctor motioned the girl to look not far away, where Monka was standing and scolding the soldiers for being lazy and saying that they had to carry the garbage in two trips.

"That's Vegapunk—have you heard of it? It's a mechanical alien created by the world's leading scientists. They're currently recruiting volunteers for experiments. Applicants who pass the application can get it installed for free."

The girl gradually couldn't hear what the doctor was saying.

She looked at Monka wielding the mechanical alien flexibly, and a bright light gradually appeared in her eyes.

However, what they don’t know is that although it is named as a Vegapunk production, Vegapunk himself is not actually involved. It is his clones who are actually involved.

With the exception of York, who in most cases only seeks to satisfy his desire for a clone, everyone else is involved in the research and clinical trials of mechanical aliens.

On this planet, injuries are the norm, and broken arms and legs are not uncommon.

Pirate raids and island raids are not just stories from far away places, but a danger that most islands may face every day.

In this situation, when Future Island published an advertisement for "free creation of mechanical aliens", some disabled people were immediately interested.

Although they had jobs and government subsidies that provided them with enough food and clothing for the first time on the islands, their lives would certainly be better if they could regain their healthy bodies.

There are many people who have this idea, but there are also people who don't want to participate but are forced to sign up by people around them.

The latter is the case for Zhepu, the owner of the maritime restaurant Barati.

His right calf was broken by himself in a shipwreck long ago, and he has been using a wooden prosthesis to replace it ever since.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his prosthetic limbs, but those idiots in the restaurant signed him up behind his back, and by the time he found out, it was already time for him to report to Future Island.

Seeing those guys looking at him with hope even though they were beaten black and blue, Zeff softened his heart, and then he lay on the operating table of Future Island.

When he opened his eyes again, his wooden prosthesis had turned into metal - he could actually choose a skin-colored one, but he thought the metal one looked cooler.

"Mr. Zhepu, give it a try."

Shakya, who was wearing a helmet, encouraged: "If there is anything you are not used to, you can adjust it immediately."

Zhepu sat up from the bed. Although the metal prosthesis did not have toes, it looked more like a leg than his previous prosthesis which was just a wooden stick supporting the ground.

When he stepped on the ground, he unexpectedly found that it was different from what he had imagined. The metal prosthesis was not heavy at all. Instead, it felt exactly the same as his other leg.

"This is a new type of metal produced by the alloy factory. It is very light, very strong, and has very good ductility."

Shakyamuni explained.

These have all been reported in newspapers, so I have an impression of Zhepu when I mention it.

"Is that Wapol alloy? I've seen it on the news, but I didn't expect it to have so many uses."

Shakya nodded, and then Edison, who had been waiting eagerly, handed a stack of questionnaires to Zhepu.

"Mr. Zhepu, this is stipulated in the contract. You must fill out a questionnaire every day. We will summarize the problems you encounter and make new improvements to the mechanical alien."

Zhepu accepted it readily. For him, who used to be a captain and had to write a logbook every day, insisting on completing a questionnaire was no pressure at all.

"How should I give it to you after I finish writing it?"

"We'll have a dedicated staff member collect it at the address you provided. Your address is—eh, Barati, the Sea Restaurant?!"

Edison looked at Zhepu in surprise, then looked at the address. "I heard the food there is delicious."

He was so hungry that he could only rely on York in the other room to satisfy his appetite.

Zhepu smiled, invited them to the restaurant for a free meal, and then left with the stack of questionnaires.

There were other people outside waiting for surgery, and he couldn't chat with them for too long.

The amazing thing is that he thought he would have to lie down for several days after the operation, but he was able to walk immediately.

Outside the operating room, a group of chefs from the Barati restaurant gathered around and raved about Zhepu's new leg.

Zeff got annoyed and immediately kicked Paddy, the noisiest one, after leaving the building.

But as soon as he kicked out, he felt something was wrong and stopped his leg in mid-air, just a few centimeters away from Paddy's ear.

Paddy was stunned. Even though the leg didn't kick him, the merciless impact made him feel pain on half of his face.

"Boss—you're not really going to kill me, are you?!"

"Why are you yelling? I haven't kicked you yet!" Zhepu retracted his foot and looked at the metal prosthesis with a serious expression.

"It's this prosthetic limb. It increases my strength."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was envious.

Paddy asked excitedly, "How much has it increased? Boss, can we go back to the sea and continue running the restaurant?"

Zhepu rolled his eyes at him, "We're still running the restaurant!"

Paddy: "But we're on the shore now."

Zhepu: "You shouldn't complain to me about this. You should go talk to that Yale directly."

Paddy stopped talking. How could he go to the big devil to complain? He couldn't even see the big devil.

Ignoring the chefs' chatter, Zhepu was thinking about something else at the moment.

His prosthetic limbs have the effect of increasing strength, what about other people's?

If everyone has it, it will be a force that cannot be underestimated.

"I'm so hungry and want to eat something. I wish we could go to Bharati someday..."

In the laboratory, after a busy day, the Vegapunk clones finally completed the transformation operation of the last patient.

Edison slumped weakly on the sofa.

"Why, I still want to eat?"

"I want to sleep too... Where is York now? Isn't she sleeping?"

Pythagoras also felt a little powerless. Without York to help them fulfill their desires, they now had no mind to do other research.

Lilith thought for a moment, "It seems... she said she wanted to go out and play today, and it was Atlas's desire."

Atlas nodded when he was mentioned.

"That's true, but I didn't expect her to be out for so long..."

"What, are you talking about me?" York happened to pass by the door with a big bag of snacks.

She yawned, with potato chip residue still on the corner of her mouth. "I just got back and I'm going to eat and sleep right away~"

She was in a good mood. After completing the routine of eating and going to the toilet, she lay on the bed and closed her eyes happily.

The desire was fulfilled, and the other clones quickly recovered their vitality and were able to devote themselves to new research again.

The master is still studying outside, and what they are most concerned about right now is the design drawing of Pluto that Yale threw to them.

This thing is of no use to Yale, but it is of great reference value for the research on Vegapunk.

While Edison and Pythagoras were yelling at the blueprints, York rolled over happily, his mind filled with real memories that had not been uploaded to Punk's records.

As a person with insatiable desires, York is greedy.

She is never satisfied with her current life and wants more.

Money, power, fame - six clones plus one original, seven Vegapunks are really too much, she really wants to be the only Vegapunk.

Especially after seeing the prosperity and comfort of the Holy Land in Vegapunk's memory, she felt a burning desire to enjoy the glory and wealth.

But before that, she didn't find an opportunity, and later she and Future Island were captured by the East China Sea demon and became his research tools for enslavement.

The other Vegapunks were actually happy to accept it and were easily bribed by the small profits given by Yale.

She is different, she is insatiable.

York, who had been thinking about how to escape, made up his mind after seeing the design drawings of Pluto.

She knew how important this thing was to the government.

As long as he takes it to the holy land, the Five Elders will definitely not mind letting him become a Celestial Dragon as well.

But leaving here is not easy.

This reminded York of what Vegapunk had told them about the Awakeners' Alliance.

Those guys wanted to leave, so she could use them to achieve her own goal of leaving.

Just as York fell asleep peacefully, several garbage robots left the research institute and threw a lot of garbage into the subspace garbage hole that had recently become popular.

Although the Vegapunks cried foul about this being a waste, the robots thought it was quite convenient.

As it left, one robot paused for two seconds and turned its head to look into the subspace.

When asked by its companions, it scratched its head in confusion and said, "I don't know. I seemed to hear a human crying for help."

"I must have heard wrongly. If someone fell into the garbage dump, the terminal would definitely bring them out. That's an AI that's countless times more advanced than ours."

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