Working in Nabisteen is indeed a wonderful experience.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Harvey, Igulla and Annan came to the Ark Square in front of the City Elevator. As the name suggests, the City Elevator is an elevator between the bottom, middle and ground floors. Although there are elevators in other places, the Ark Square has the most elevators, and thousands of people can be transferred within half an hour.

Ark Plaza is the largest "talent market" in the underground city, but interestingly, there are no staff members here, only a series of "doors".

Requirements and wages are listed next to each door. For example, there is a door set up by Belldate Happy World, which has the following information:

"Requirements: work 7 hours, height 170cm, appearance score above 67, physical fitness score above 70..."

"Salary: 30 coppers per hour, 210 coppers in total. If you work 70 hours cumulatively, you will receive an additional Gospel point."

When a worker who meets the requirements passes through the door, he will automatically become a Gospel employee and go to work in Beldate Happy World. He will return to Ark Square seven hours later with 210 coppers added to his account.

Therefore, when Harvey and his team arrived at Ark Plaza, they saw countless people queuing up to pass through the door. These people did not have any anxiety about going to work on their faces. They stepped through the door with ease, and then became calm. All of them walked in the same rhythmic pace into the elevator to work in other places, like a grand concerto.

At the same time, countless people who had finished their day's work came back from the elevator. They would consciously avoid the crowd and sit on the benches around the square, then stand up as if waking up from a dream, open the Gospel to check the balance, and leave contentedly.

People come and go, never stopping. In addition, there is no distinction between day and night in the underground city. People go to work and go home at almost any time. The Ark Plaza wanders and flows in this ocean of people, carrying the three cities towards a future woven by the gospel.

They are free human beings and efficient tools; they embrace the kindness of the gospel and are also imbued with its cruelty... In Harvey's view, this Ark Square is just like the Blood Moon Judgment. The artistic sense almost seeps out from the cracks between the bricks. All individuals are like precise gears that cleverly drive the operation of the social machine. The entire system is full of cold beauty that drains the marrow out of people.

However, the blood moon's bone-sucking was physical, while here it was a complete replacement of free will. Although the Gospel Kingdom was more civilized and developed, Harvey believed that there was no difference between the two, and both were works of art created by different gods according to local conditions.

Every time he came to the Ark Square, many higher-level inspirations would burst out in his mind. Just as he could guess the traces of the Blood Moon Supreme Lord's ideas from the Blood Moon Trial, now looking at the Ark Square, Harvey seemed to be able to vaguely grasp the supreme realm of the Omniscient Weaver.

"I wanted to ask you yesterday, Harvey, why... do you seem to be fine?"

At 3 pm, on a bench in the Ark Square, Igula, who was trying hard to resist the urge to vomit, noticed that Harvey was actually observing the flow of people in the square with great interest. He couldn't help but ask, "Don't you feel a little suffocated after recovering your memory?"

The work only took a moment. Apart from feeling a little tired, Igula and the others hardly felt anything. They didn't even feel like they had lost their memories.

The sooner the memory is restored, the better. In addition, An Nan did not want Banji to see her uncomfortable expression when her memory was restored, so Igula immediately used magic to awaken their working memory that was blocked by the contract.

Although this was the second time he had recovered his working memory, Igula was still overwhelmed by the suffocating feeling that came from his memory.

narrow.

cramped.

Depressed.

It makes sense to block working memory. When Igula regained his working memory, he felt that his soul was locked in a cage called the body. This cage was so small that his soul had no extra space to move, and he couldn't even breathe hard. He could only stay in this cramped body, with Gospel's high-frequency commands that were almost noise in his ears, watching this flesh-and-blood machine work under Gospel's drive, working efficiently, working endlessly -

Even though he was working in the bright and sunny surface of Nabistin, Igula was still so depressed that he couldn't breathe. Being able to relieve stress by vomiting was a result of his high attainments in the spiritual faction. Like Annan next to him, he bit his index finger so hard that it bled, using the pain to forcibly divert his attention.

Compared to them, Harvey was so relaxed that he just lit up a cat grass cigarette. Iguala even felt that he didn't need to use the cat grass cigarette to relieve the feeling of suffocation. He just had a little free time in his mouth and wanted to smoke something.

"Hmm?" Harvey blew out a round of smoke. "What's suffocating?"

"You didn't get your working memory back?"

“Recovered.”

"Don't you feel anything special? Like suffocation, depression, despair?"

"No." Harvey glanced at them both thoughtfully. "I was wondering why you looked so painful... I thought you were appreciating the artistry of Ark Plaza like me."

Igula no longer had the energy to complain about him: "How come you are immune to the negative effects of memory recovery? Don't you think that the self in your working memory is very... inhuman?"

"Oh." Harvey finally understood what he meant. "You mean the feeling of being stuck in a puppet, like maggots are drilling through your body?"

"Ooooooooooo!"

The Necromancer's description was so vivid that the Trickster couldn't help but spit out another mouthful. He looked at him weakly: "Yes... How do you deal with this feeling?"

“I don’t process it, I just get used to it.”

"Get used to it?"

"Yeah," Harvey nodded, "Do you remember that I merged with Alice during the battle at Beldette Manor? When my soul merged into Alice, the feeling Alice gave me was exactly the same as in my working memory."

"Or rather, the corpse of the undead has always been in that state, and I just go in occasionally to experience it. And compared to the inside of the undead body, the negative effects of the working memory are at most like flies flying around due to the decay of the flesh, not to the level of maggots swarming."

"What about the noise of the gospel?" Igulla asked, "Wouldn't it make you feel sick and bored?"

"You're still thinking like a living person," Harvey shrugged. "Only living people would try to tell if there's any information they can absorb from the noise, so you feel annoyed and sick... But undead don't have such advanced intelligence gathering capabilities. To undead, there's no difference between noise and silence. As long as you think of yourself as a undead, you'll get used to both working memory and gospel."

How can a living person like me think of myself as a dead spirit? ?

Do you think everyone is as perverted as you and likes to sleep in a coffin with a corpse! ?

Igula and Annan turned their heads away in disappointment, and could only continue to endure the negative effects of their working memory. After a long while, when they had rested enough, they stood up and prepared to leave. When they turned around, they saw Harvey staring at the Ark Square with a dull expression and deep in thought.

"Let's go back, Harvey." Igulla said, "Or do you want to stay here for a while longer?"

"Dead souls... Good news... Haha, that's what it is." Harvey whispered softly, stood up and smiled, "No, I have completely understood it, let's go back."