Half an hour later.
The main building of the No. 2 wave layer was decorated in an exceptionally gorgeous, massive and magnificent manner. He Yu was still sitting in a wheelchair, expressionless as he walked through the crowd. Although he was now able to move around normally and his hood had been removed by 659, why not take advantage of someone willing to be a laborer?
Everyone saw their clothes soaked in blood. Despite their luxurious attire, they looked so frightening, their imposing presence undiminished. The blood only made them more dangerous and deadly.
No one said or did anything; everyone just glanced at them and then left awkwardly.
"It's a pity I can't stay here too long; I still have a lot of things to do," 659 muttered to herself.
He Yu knew, of course, that he was saying he didn't have time to kill more enemies—like all the guests in that house—who were deformed monsters in human skin and shouldn't have been alive in the first place.
"Your secret base had better be as top-notch as you say."
Upon hearing the answer, 659 turned to smile at him, and at that moment, that smile became much more pleasing to the eye.
However, the next second, he suddenly stopped, turned around to stare at the elevator, then looked at He Yu and said, "Damn it, it was still sent here."
"What the hell?"
He Yu didn't quite understand; this place didn't look like a restaurant that offered delivery.
The other person was silent for a moment, thinking of an adjective, and finally said, "Um... a broken toy."
The delivery person must have done this on purpose to disgust them, dressing Gikonno in a restricted, sadistic outfit and injecting her with a large amount of drugs.
The so-called secret base is on the top floor of the main building. It is said that only the fathers of high-ranking officials can stay here. Who knows if it is true? It is about 27 stories above the ground, and various office waste is scattered around, piled up in stacks.
When 659 opened the box, the child was just curled up in a corner, in a state of high excitement, but didn't make a sound, just holding his head.
This is indeed a reaction she would have, just like back in Jerusalem. She is used to pretending not to care, and her life is mostly made up of stubbornness and perseverance. She is regarded as a popular character by the powerful figures in the theater, but what she really wants is to hold her in her hand and play with her repeatedly.
Even if the venue is changed, the same thing will happen.
For the first time ever, he recalled an idiot he'd encountered inside that 346 body, Connorson—that cerebral palsy TV host's line when introducing a stage actor, which, if used now, was incredibly fitting—
Gikonno, a young nobleman from the old city, had a father, a younger brother, two younger sisters, and many close friends. But his family had all died in the sacrifice for the creation of the god, his brothers and sisters too—when the performance ended, she would lie motionless in the abyss, her eyes wide open, empty. For so many years, she had been forever trapped between life and death, subjected to humiliation and manipulation.
Then 659 explained that if the resurrection surgery was not continued, they would begin to decay, and many infected would be discarded after they had had their fill, disappearing like unwanted dolls into the countless mansions of the second wave layer.
Even though he had guessed on the way that his kind might give him some gifts as a sign of respect, he never expected their taste to be so low, it was a complete disgrace to taboo things.
Ignoring Jikeno's fate, 659 began rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Bored, He Yu glanced at the cards in the pile of office junk—there was a menu showing specimen records, the contents of which were enough to leave one speechless.
The gist is that they learned a lot from human society, or more precisely, from Eoubs. Researchers would put the bodies of experimental subjects into a shredder for use—for example, to make meat products or to feed prohibited animals.
They came up with a new method: replace the body with a new one, activate the brain nerves and memory, add some special instructions, and ensure that the service is in place and very considerate. At this point, it doesn't matter whether they are alive or dead, as long as they feel good.
“Ah—that notebook.” 659 glanced at it and explained with a grin, “It’s hard to imagine that this is a technology that was improved from your society, isn’t it? It’s been popular for… over a hundred years? About that number. At first, I thought it was something that some inhuman bastards had imagined.”
He then went on to spout a whole bunch of technical jargon, and in the middle of it, he also took the opportunity to insult 'Mingze's' biological mother and grandmother.
According to him, when this technology was first introduced to the second wave layer, it was considered one of the biggest news stories in the taboo world. He said that humans are really amazing, not only perverted, but also desecrating life to an indescribable degree.
However, these days, countless absurd ideas are becoming reality. In recent years, the fluctuation layer has made great progress in utilizing the projected corpses—mainly thinking, since they're going to be eaten by those brainless fellows anyway, why not recycle them and let them have their way with them? He's quite certain that this is the idea of those powerful and wealthy people—ironically, even the term "powerful and wealthy" was stolen from human society.
In retrospect, this seems to be the most reasonable approach: a vague allusion to the real world, and a relentless downward spiral of moral boundaries, because they've been doing it all along.
Isn't Eoubs the same?
"Actually, it's not bad. Think about it, in the end everyone will become the same." 659 changed the location to search, with a helpless expression that said he would die on the spot if he couldn't find it: "Death has lost its meaning. Although I have never worried about such garbage things, for people, or other taboo things, if death can still provide enjoyment—or rather, there will be no more death—the value of something is like a bug, constantly refreshed. Then this place will go crazy forever."
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