Chapter 54-54- Protest March
On the seventh night after Bingyu left, under the bright moonlight, Yvette quietly hunted the last nest she left in Agashe.
She kept this mother nest on purpose, mainly to make good use of its ability to gather monsters. Before leaving, she could come here and beat it up from time to time, forcing it to gather all the mutants in the nearby area. In this way, she would not have to do it herself and could clean up the remaining mutants in Agashe.
Yes, clearing out all the deformed forms in Agashe was her parting gift to the Puppet Town before she left.
As for whether it would cause a second fright to the townspeople and add an even scarier ghost story...
That doesn't matter.
She's gone anyway.
And so, in the thick darkness, she transformed into a strange being with endlessly long silver hair, completing her bloody cleansing of the entire center of Agashe. When her feet turned into a sea of blood and corpses, and no new aberrations approached, she used her tentacle-like silver hair to pierce and drain the last bit of flesh and blood from the mother nest, discarding its shrunken shell to the roadside.
It really looks like the evil god... She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, then entered a high-rise building and found the dream fog she had discovered here before.
She already had experience with the passage of real time in the fog of dreams. Six months in a dream was only a few minutes in reality, which was very short.
However, what is different from the past is that the dream fog this time is much smaller, only half of the original size. I wonder if the dream will also shrink by half and become three months.
If this is true, we must hurry... Thinking of this, she immediately walked in, and by the way, she did not forget to use her not-so-skilled earth element magic to block the nearby corridor entrances.
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A moment later, she felt the touch of cold metal from under her body. Yvette opened her eyes suddenly and found herself leaning against a metal bench.
Above her head, a vast, transparent glass dome filtered the blazing sunlight, distributing its warmth evenly. The air around her was no longer salty, but instead, a fresh aroma mingled with the aroma of burnt coffee and a certain synthetic fragrance. A vast expanse of bright green grass lay nearby, and not far away, a group of elderly people strolled along a mirror-like composite pavement.
It looked like a park. Combined with the surrounding skyscrapers, holographic advertisements, and fish-like hovercrafts, this must be Agatha's Central Park...
In this way, after quickly determining her location, Yvette activated her magic ring again and looked at the time period she was in.
2129... Four years after the original owner participated in the Transformation Project?! And just a year prior, a special event occurred at the Abyss Base: the Firefly Core awakened its self-awareness!
She almost subconsciously looked up various news about Ish Island, but apart from the daily gang fights, she didn't see any unusual information.
This makes sense. The Abyss Base is of great importance, and Black Tower Medicine will not allow any important information to be reported...
Immediately, leaving Central Park, Yvette headed towards the outer ring road. As an undocumented person with no money, she had to make money through shady means, and the remote slums were the perfect place for her to thrive.
But as she walked, a clamor of voices caught her attention. She crossed an alley and saw a huge parade of angry people holding signs that read "Crooked John" and "Corporate Dogs Out," heading towards the city center.
It turned out to be a protest...
The "John" that the marchers were protesting was the new president of the United States of New Eden, "John Tito Rocky Wilder". He was a middle-aged white man with a mirror-like head, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. He was gentle and refined, but had an unexpectedly strong build. It was obvious that he had used a lot of runes and secret medicines.
However, Yvette didn't know much about President John. After all, the last time she entered her dream, the new presidential election hadn't even started yet. Now, calculating the time, the new president should have been in office for about a year.
It's only been a year, and already there are protests and marches. This president is pretty good, what a beautiful sight...
She thought of certain characters on Earth and joined in the fun.
"Little girl, are you here to protest too?" Perhaps because the crowd was a little too close, an excited aunt suddenly came over and asked while holding a protest sign.
"No...I'm just passing by, Auntie."
"Little girl, come on, the cause of justice requires everyone's strength! Taking that piece of shit off the presidential throne is related to the rights and interests of each of us!" The woman wanted to stuff the sign into her hand with great enthusiasm.
It’s a pity that I’m not a legal citizen… Yvette glanced at the huge parade and found that there were very few young people, and even fewer minors aged fifteen or sixteen.
She suddenly understood the aunt's idea. A conspicuous girl like her would attract a lot of attention in the team, which would benefit the exposure of their parade to a certain extent.
"If you can lend me some money, I can agree," said Yvette.
The aunt was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that such a beautiful and elegant girl could utter such turbid and worldly words. She was simply tarnishing their just and glorious cause. She subconsciously wanted to leave.
But after hesitating for a moment, he turned back and asked, "How much do you want to borrow?"
"600 points. Auntie, please transfer it to me in digital currency."
"……good."
The aunt was speechless. She probably guessed that this girl, though pretty, was actually an illegal immigrant. Otherwise, why would she have insisted on asking for digital currency? But 600 points was still a drop in the bucket for an elderly person like her with a considerable deposit, so she didn't refuse.
So, Yvette took the sign that said "Dog Shit John" from her aunt's hand, walked to the front of the parade, and earned her first pot of gold after entering the dream.
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In the evening, after the parade, Yvette used the digital currency she earned to call a taxi and head to the Bayadère district.
That was the slum area of Agashe, similar to the Blackwater District of Ish City. For her, who was both an illegal resident and a rune hacker, it was like a fish in water there.
The taxi glided through the neon lights, the scene outside the window flashing by. On a giant holographic billboard on a skyscraper, the president's face flashed by. With nothing else to do, curiosity piqued, Yvette looked up the president's information.
According to online information, the current president, John Titor Rocky Wilder, was a doctor by profession, but later gave up medicine to enter politics. He worked his way up from a civil servant to a mayor, and became the leader of the Conservative Party, one of the two major parties in the United States of New Eden. He has a very positive personality and an excellent reputation.
He participated in the presidential election last year, and with passionate slogans such as "fighting super capital", "strictly controlling the boundaries of AI", and "affordable medical care to save the people", he defeated his strong opponents with a slight advantage and became the new president of the country.
However, from the moment he gained power, his personality suddenly reversed. The heavy blows he once swung at large companies instantly turned into soft comfort, and he also introduced many tailor-made bills for Heita Pharmaceuticals and Lintui Biological.
By then, it was too late for voters to realize their mistake and they could only denounce him as the con man of the century. Then, under the opposition's digging, a series of scandals involving corruption, bribery, and misuse of funds surfaced. After just one year in office, he was already plagued by trouble, facing impeachment or on the verge of impeachment every day. The midterm elections were clearly doomed.
Ten minutes later, after reading all the reports about President John, Yvette felt bored. Politicians made a lot of promises before taking office, but changed their expressions at the speed of light after taking office. This was an endless cycle of history, and there was no novelty at all.
But it doesn't matter. The president of the New Eden United States changes every four years. By the time the end of the world comes at least 20 years later, the position of president will have changed hands countless times and there is no need to pay attention to it.
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Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at a black street in the Bayad district.
The atmosphere here was the complete opposite of Central Park. The air was thick with the smell of cheap, synthetic food, motor oil, sweat, and a certain pungent odor. Buildings covered in rust and tangled pipes blocked out most of the daylight, leaving only flickering neon signs to illuminate the streets, painting them in eerie shades of red, blue, green, and purple.
Yvette opened the car door and quietly looked around.
According to the intelligence she had gathered, Black Street was the largest gathering place for mercenaries in the entire Agashe, and most of the heavyweight gray transactions took place in this street.
What's different from before is that this time, in addition to entrusting others to help her sell some restricted-level spells, she also plans to do some mercenary tasks to earn more money.
Because this time, she wasn't just looking for 500,000 yuan to buy a professional book. After learning that the Templar headquarters belonged to the "Divine Grace" magic mecha unit of the God of Machinery, she felt a huge threat and planned to upgrade her equipment, such as replacing her civilian-grade magic ring and purchasing more military-grade equipment.
She even planned to find an opportunity to go to a professional school for further studies and learn some cutting-edge knowledge related to the legendary "space runes", which might be useful in studying the aurora belt and the remnant abyss in the future.
Adding up all these expenses, at least 2 million credit points are not enough to spend, and this dream may only last for three months.
Under such double pressure, he naturally couldn't just sit and wait for others to help him sell the technique packaging packages. He could only take the initiative and take on some high-yield commissions as a lone mercenary.
(End of this chapter)
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