It's called a talent market, but it's actually a slave market.

Outside the market, many people held signs with their special skills written on them, much like job markets in some parts of the real world.

Everything is normal at this point.

Xia Luoxue didn't want these people; they were inconvenient to manage. So she led Ji Xian deeper into the market.

Further inside, there are many clean and tidy shops.

Inside the shop, rows of human mannequins stand in glass display cases.

At first glance, Ji Xian thought these mannequins were fake and made of plastic because they were completely still.

But when he got closer, he realized that these weren't plastic mannequins at all; they were real people!

Ji Xian was startled. Sometimes, a real person who doesn't move at all can indeed be quite frightening.

Charlotte said, "These are clones."

"Cloners?" Ji Xian exclaimed in surprise. Had the world's technology advanced to such a level?

Xia Luoxue nodded: "Yes, these clones are very useful. In the early stages of cloning, knowledge and social views are directly input into their brains. They have no emotions and can complete tasks very efficiently. How about we buy a clone that knows software programming?"

Ji Xian was even more shocked: "If this is so incredible, won't the world be ruled by clones?"

Xia Luoxue smiled and said, "Don't worry, when clones are produced, some of their brain tissue is removed. They cannot think independently, nor do they have emotions. They can only follow orders and work."

Ji Xian took a deep breath. Even if it was a clone, this situation was still uncomfortable. Ji Xian recalled some science fiction movies he had seen in the real world. In most of the science fiction movies about clones, the law did not allow the production of clones.

Ji Xian asked, "Doesn't this world have any laws against clones?"

Xia Luoxue said, "I heard that before the apocalypse there was a cloning law that banned the production of clones worldwide, but after the apocalypse, who cares about these laws anymore?"

Ji Xian shook his head and sighed.

Xia Luoxue continued, "Are you still worried about clones ruling the world? Let me tell you something else: clones don't live long. They can only live for two or three years, or at most three to five years. After all, all the animals and plants in this world have mutated, and the raw materials used to cultivate clones have problems, so it is impossible to cultivate clones perfectly."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xian felt even more sympathetic.

If clones are considered as a single person, then it would be better if they were never born into this world.

Ji Xian firmly stated, "I will not buy clones, absolutely not!"

After all, without buying and selling, there would be no harm.

Xia Luoxue led Ji Xian further inside, and they arrived at the market.

The inside of the market is not as glamorous as the outside.

It was filled with noise and...unbearable conditions.

Many slaves were chained or roped and tied to posts like livestock.

Some unruly slaves were kept in cages like pets.

These slaves were so cheap that they didn't even deserve an electronic collar around their necks.

Only some high-value slaves were not treated like livestock, but were simply given an electronic collar around their necks.

This electronic collar, also known as a slave collar, can generate a high-voltage current in slaves at any time through a wristband or remote control if they disobey. Even the strongest slaves will be helpless under this high-voltage current.

How could Ji Xian, a kind and simple-minded young man, bear to witness such a scene?

A sense of frustration was building up inside me.

But he also knew that he couldn't save these people.

He may have money, but he has no power.

If he acts rashly now and uses money to free some slaves, it will surely attract the attention of the world, and he himself will be in great danger.

You can save them once, but you can't save them a second time. Besides, there are still millions of slaves in this world. How can you save them?

What needs to be saved is not slaves, but the whole world.

Ji Xian did nothing at this moment, but a seed was planted in his heart.

Ji Xian glanced at the messy slaves around him.

The slaves, bound with ropes, had no light in their eyes.

A short, stout man carrying a whip, dressed in splendid clothes, walked over.

"You two want to buy slaves?"

Judging from this person's appearance, it's obvious that he is a slave owner.

Ji Xian immediately said, "Yes, I want to buy a slave."

"So, what type do you want to buy?"

Ji Xian said, "Someone who can help me modify the bracelet's program, someone who can do programming."

The short, stout slave owner chuckled, "Oh, you need someone who can do programming? I can help you find one."

Just then, a little girl suddenly rushed over from the side.

The little girl was dressed in tattered, gray clothes and was very thin.

She tripped and fell face-first into Ji Xian's arms.

"Sir, buy me, I can do software programming."

The little girl looked up and spoke eagerly, ignoring the scratches on her hands.

Seeing that the girl was still young, Ji Xian felt sorry for her and was about to say something when he saw a thin slave owner with half of his arm being mechanical running up behind the little girl.

"You dare to run around like that, I'll let you run around like that, I'll let you run around like that..."

The slave owner, with a long, thin leather whip in his mechanical arm, lashed the girl hard.

"Slap, slap..."

The girl rolled on the ground in pain, crying out, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

The slave owner's arm was a mechanical arm, and he wielded the whip with all his might.

The little girl's tattered clothes were even more worn out, revealing bloody whip marks all over her body.

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