Chapter 407: Believe in Bionic Gods and Buddhas, Become a Cyber God
"Loan sharking? Organ mortgage?" Lu Wenwu frowned. "No, what are you after? Sell these tomorrow and pay off the loan first. There's no need for this."
"I don't know what I was up to. Maybe I just got carried away."
Liu Linan's eyes were red and he clenched his fists tightly.
"No one in this ditch coconut milk city has ever been so kind to me. I was exploited by the company at work, scheming against my colleagues while fighting internal conflicts. Now that my overall ability has declined, I've been ruthlessly kicked out and am living a life half-human, half-ghost in a garbage dump."
"I'm not a natural person. I'm a human being, born in the company's reproductive factory. If I hadn't achieved some results and repaid the loan I signed with the company before I was born, my body parts would have been recycled by the company when my abilities declined."
"Don't worry about the loan sharking. I have two months to pay it back. I have enough time now with the tricks you've created for me. The worst that can happen is I can just find a job at a small company and work as a slave for two months."
Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment and patted Liu Linan on the shoulder.
Then, he silently picked up the steaming hot fried chicken burger on the table and gave one to Maomao.
After opening the package, I saw a palm-sized burger filled with a few wilted unknown vegetables and a small piece of meat steak.
As I took a bite, the taste of frozen and thawed bread, the strange taste of vegetables, and the taste of cheap palm oil from street stalls mixed with an inexplicable chicken flavor spread in my mouth.
Not even salad dressing or ketchup.
Lu Wenwu carefully ate the fried chicken burger that Liu Linan had bought with a large loan.
To be honest, this was probably the worst fried chicken burger he had ever eaten in his life.
Fried chicken itself does not have the rich aroma that should belong to high-fat fried foods, nor does it have the rich juice and wonderful taste of cutting muscle fibers with teeth that belong to meat products.
But this artificial meat burger has become a precious thing in Coconut Milk City, and it is a precious thing that ordinary people will never be able to eat in their lifetime.
This is probably the most expensive fried chicken burger Lu Wenwu has ever eaten in his life.
In a civilization where technology has developed to the point where it has almost unlocked unlimited energy and productivity is theoretically infinite, the lower class people can no longer afford normal meals.
What an irony this is.
When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer.
Without continuing this somewhat sad topic, Lu Wenwu opened the packaging of the high-end nutritional paste and threw the crystal clear, jelly-like, fruity rectangular strips into his mouth.
Compared to the most common black nutritional pastes, the high-end ones have a peach-like taste.
It tastes pretty good when you eat it.
The packaging also states that it can be consumed with a flavor editor for a better flavor.
But Lu Wenwu didn't have such a thing, so he just chewed the peony like a cow and swallowed all twenty tubes of high-grade nutritional paste.
A tube of high-quality product like this contains more than ten times the energy of low-grade nutritional paste.
But the price is not as simple as ten times, it is at least dozens of times.
After eating twenty of them, Lu Wenwu extracted the energy substances contained in more than two hundred low-level nutritional pastes, and his reserves were extremely rich.
In an instant, the Nine Breaths Qi was circulated and the void channel was opened again.
This time, Lu Wenwu, who had enough confidence, directly opened the channel in his stomach. A large amount of spiritual energy surging out from the chaotic void was directly and roughly poured into his body, making him look a little swollen, and still expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The skin on the surface was already slightly cracked, and many capillaries broke because they could not withstand the huge impact of the spiritual energy, forming abrupt bruises.
Lu Wenwu pointed one finger at Maomao's dog paw, and continuously transferred the spiritual energy after transforming it through his body.
The feeling that the flesh was about to explode was immediately suppressed to a certain extent and began to be refined by the powerful devouring ability.
The next moment, blood-colored steam rose, and Lu Wenwu's physical strength increased at an incredible speed, and the amount of spiritual energy he could withstand and transform increased.
The morbid bulge gradually shrank, and the extremely toned muscles gradually took on a rock-hard feeling, like a mountain sitting there.
Maomao's cultivation level also rose rapidly with the infusion of a large amount of spiritual energy, and the power he could control became stronger and stronger.
Even though there are many spells that require the power of elements and the energy of heaven and earth and cannot be performed in this spiritual land, just being able to control one's own innate demon fire and a large amount of spiritual power is already a very powerful thing.
In just a few minutes of infusion, a small puddle of water had reappeared under Maomao's originally dried-up demon pill.
It is enough to release the most basic spiritual power shield and several small fireballs formed by the innate demon fire.
If we encounter the kind of unavoidable thermal weapon attack from the Big Butcher again, this spiritual shield can at least withstand about ten seconds of gunfire and rain of bullets. After the magic modification, the large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle that looks like a small cannonball can also withstand a few shots.
As a user of the Nine Breaths Fu Qi, Lu Wenwu only provided a small portion of it to Maomao after conversion.
The vast majority of the spiritual energy has entered his body and has been transformed into the purity he needs.
Walking the same path again, Lu Wenwu somehow felt that his cultivation speed was much faster than when he first started practicing, and the spiritual energy required to improve his physical body was much less than expected.
Just the four corpses and twenty high-quality nutrient pastes allowed Lu Wenwu to increase his [Physical] attribute from around 50 to around 100, greatly increasing the purity.
Even if the subsequent improvement speed will slow down due to the larger amount required, it will still be much faster.
After all, it is about unlocking the strength, not really practicing again, which makes sense.
If I really have to practice again in this world, that would be a real problem.
But Lu Wenwu still didn’t understand how the copy system sealed his body.
Maomao's place is a serious system of cultivating immortals, all he needs to do is seal the spiritual power.
Can this plain and simple body of mine really seal it?
If it is really possible, why didn't you do it when you went to the haunted school and the underworld?
When Lu Wenwu woke up with these doubts, the room was pitch black. The tablet computer on the table showed that it was five o'clock in the morning of the next day, and there were a few uneaten nutritional pastes next to it.
Maomao, who had finished his cultivation long ago, was dozing with his eyes closed. With spiritual power permeating his body, he didn't need much sleep. Cultivation was the best way to sleep.
Liu Linan curled up in the corner on the ground, with his head resting on his new legs and his new arms in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The prosthetic bodies that were disassembled yesterday have been neatly stored and placed in the somewhat worn-out large backpack.
Two of the bags carried by the four unlucky guys contained supplies such as magazines and grenades, and the other two backpacks contained six guns and several water bottles.
It seems that Liu Linan also did a lot of preparation last night.
Lu Wenwu just tiptoed out of bed and was about to look for the light in the room.
A pair of eyes suddenly opened and looked over.
It’s Liu Linan.
"Good morning"
"Call me Fifth Brother, although theoretically you should call me Grandpa based on seniority." Lu Wenwu said with a smile, "I guess I didn't make any noise. Did you stay awake all night?"
"I slept. This was the most comfortable and restful night of sleep I've ever had in my life, and I didn't use the neural regulation system to force myself into deep sleep."
Liu Linan also laughed, quickly adjusted his hands and legs, and walked around the room excitedly.
"Brother Wuwu, you really didn't make any noise. I was just woken up by the biological monitoring radar. Living here, you know, the door to the room is not safe. I always keep it open by default."
"Very good."
Lu Wenwu picked up the Overlord Spear Liuhuo standing by the wall and threw it lightly at him.
The black alloy right arm moved as fast as lightning and caught it immediately and accurately.
Seeing Liu Linan's questioning look, Lu Wenwu explained, "If you're willing to use them, keep them. There are also these six guns, four long and two short, and grenades. Keep some for self-defense. If you don't need them, sell them all later and exchange them for credits."
"I"
Liu Linan's eyes were a little confused.
Of course he knew that guns were good things and how safe they were for long-range attacks?
But he doesn't have any modified prostheses like those auxiliary shooting plug-ins in his body.
This is my first time touching a gun. Can I use it well?
If he really chose a gun, then the two top-notch prosthetic limbs that Fifth Brother spent a lot of effort to make for himself and the Overlord Spear, Liuhuo, would probably be a waste.
This is a good treasure that is enough to create a top mercenary.
Just a broken gun is enough to attract the attention of four strong mercenaries.
Three hours later.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the day begins.
The sun had risen to mid-sky, casting a ray of warm light, illuminating this fallen free city.
Night owls who had just finished their nightlife revelry walked arm in arm and staggered towards the slums.
Some people who had inhaled too much hallucinogenic drugs fell to the side of the road and simply fell asleep on the spot, or died suddenly from overdose.
At this time, many scavengers who had been eyeing the corpse would rush over and drag the still warm corpse into the dark alley while it was still hot.
While the patient is still alive, they remove any prosthetic parts that may exist, as well as organs that are still functioning normally, store them in a constant temperature box, and sell them to a flesh and blood factory.
There are also some who really take advantage of it, but that is after others have taken apart the prosthesis.
In this city, you can see almost everything releasing XP, and it is released on the streets.
Almost everywhere on the street you can see men and women, men and women, or both men and women, having deep discussions with each other.
As one shot after another of cheap medicine was pushed into the body, suppressed shouts of excitement mixed with groans like a wild beast were heard, and the absurd beauty that made the brain almost faint emerged every moment.
Full of the breath of freedom.
In the mixed buffer zone between the urban area and the slums, a young man wearing a blue jacket, a melon-shaped hat, and a pair of small round gold-rimmed sunglasses is setting up a small stall on the street.
There was a metal box on the stall covered with red cloth. Next to the box was a bucket of skewers made of scrap iron, which was half filled with flat iron skewers.
Next to it was a "crystal" ball the size of a human head and a deck of tarot cards.
Behind him, a blue half-flag was held high on a metal pole. On the top was a Bagua pattern, and at the bottom corner was the Buddhist swastika.
In the middle were three bright gold-plated characters - Wang Banxian!
If you look closely, you can see that the horizontal and vertical lines in the middle of the character "王" in "王半仙" are in the shape of a cross, which makes the whole character look a bit strange.
A column of small vertical characters on the left reads: Knowing five hundred years in the past, believing in bionic gods and Buddhas.
There is also a vertical column on the right, which reads: A thousand years later, I will become a cyber priest.
A long metal plate on the table with a QR code engraved on it also has the person's full name written on it.
But because his name is too long, people who are not familiar with him call him Wang Banxian, while people who are familiar with him call him a charlatan.
In general, this is a guy whose main job is to tell fortunes at a stall, exorcise evil spirits and look at feng shui, and work part-time as an information dealer.
After all, he has people from all walks of life here, and many gang leaders and big mercenaries are impressed by his eloquent tongue. Before going on a mission, most of them will come to pray for blessings, or take out their equipment to ask the master to bless it, or ask for an amulet or something.
Over time, this small stall became a famous intelligence point.
Due to survivor bias, many people will come here after hearing the news that "someone became rich overnight after buying information/buying blessings", making this place even more popular.
Wang Banxian, who accidentally caused all this, was very helpless about it.
At first, he just wanted to set up a stall and make a living using his ancestral skills.
How did things turn out like this?
Especially after the scavenger bird said yesterday that he had really dug up a treasure according to his information, more people came here to visit.
Looking at the resentful person who had just been sent away by his auspicious words, Wang Banxian rubbed his temples.
I just heard from a customer that the butcher and his fifty brothers died of unknown causes, and even the reactor exploded.
Because of this incident, the people of the Carrion Birds seemed very angry, because Liu Quezi, the only one who got the news before the Big Butcher, mysteriously disappeared after returning from the garbage dump, and the baby also disappeared without a trace. They were so angry that they blew up Liu Quezi's shack to pieces.
I hope that lame guy is okay.
Wang Banxian sighed again.
It has been a year since I came to this world of grooves, and I am still a long way from completing the main task, and I don’t know when it will end.
Liu Quezi was the only human-like person among the people he knew, and could probably be considered a friend.
If he died, I really don’t know if there will be a normal person in this abnormal society.
Should I just change to artificial bulletproof skin?
Why not just get a replacement heart and two artificial lungs?
I don't feel safe.
Just as Wang Banxian was daydreaming about his business, a shadow fell over his stall.
A tall, muscular man, resembling a god of war, lowered his head and whispered, "Great Father Wang Lama (half-immortal) of the Shaolin Temple Wudang Mountain Office? Nice to meet you. I am the invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, Lu Wenwu."
(End of this chapter)
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