Chapter 89. A Wild Horse Out of Control
"It''s really amazing..."
Char mumbled as he looked at the circr machine guns that were more than 80 meters long in the Pseudo Divine Space.
"This is too good ..."
He didn''t expect the machine gun formation to be so long. There were at least 10000 muzzles in sight. If they fired at the same time, the yers at this stage wouldn''t be able to rush over even if they revived on the spot.
But then, the problem came. The wall copsed.
This "boom" made Char feel guilty. It was like breaking the owner''s kettle when he was stealing in the middle of the night. The whole building probably heard it.
Ethan sat on the ground.
"Hey, why are you so timid?"
Char turned around andughed at him.
"No. Then... What is that..."
Ethan trembled as he raised his hand and pointed behind Char.
"What?"
Char turned to look.
Then, he was also stunned.
He didn''t have the night vision that Ethan had, and his eyes couldn''t see through the smoke and the mist. But as everything dissipated, he saw what the Upper City District behind the wall looked like.
The lights were red and green, and the neon lights were bright.
And the ruins floating above it that almost destroyed the entire Uptown.
"A materialized spirit breath ... Oh my God, this is almost the second court of the Holy tree, how did he do it?"
He muttered.
Thest time he had seen such a substantial ancient mist was in the Court of the Holy tree, in the sea of clouds that enveloped the Lake of Origin.
The power of the court of the Holy tree had already been mentioned before. Although this world was born from the hands of the so-called Goddess of Creation, the foundation of matter and energy still existed. The court of the Holy tree was born at the same time as the "Beginning of Creation", and in terms of seniority, it surpassed all ruins and naturalndscapes.
It was because of this that the Lake of Origin, the Holy tree, and the spirit of The Guardian of Elfheim were born.
If there was a race in the seventh era that was born to be saviors of the world, it had to be the long-lived elves. And their birth was also inseparable from the Court of the Holy tree.
But now, an enclosed space simr to the Court of the Holy tree had appeared before them. It was clearly man-made.
This made people fall into deep thought.
There were only two things he could think of. First, how did this thinge about?
Second, what could this thing do?
Regarding these two questions, Char was at a loss, which was very rare. This was beyond his knowledge, and there were blind spots everywhere.
In fact, to some extent, this thing gave him a greater shock than the Holy Spirit.
ording to his previous thoughts, if Fitzrock was still alive and had such a convenient natural energy source, he had no doubt that Fitzrock could havee up with many strange things over the years. He wouldn''t be surprised even if he had copied the entire "small ecosystem".
However, Char was even more puzzled after he came back to his senses.
The wall had copsed for so long, did no onee out to take a look?
Where''s your vignce?
The police department of the Upper City District was really not as good as the Sentry team of the fourth district.
Char was secretly pleased, and he dragged Ethan along as they scurried in.
There weren''t many pedestrians on the street, but the hanging Windows above their heads marked their respective wealth. There was also a profile picture frame that seemed to be gifted with money, which contrasted with their tens of thousands of numbers.
Inparison, Char''s two-digit savings were really much less than the rest.
But he felt that it was strange ...
It was very strange.
This ce seemed to be a Dead City,pletely different from what he had imagined...
"I''ll give you a mission," Char said.
"Ah?"
"Maintain this stealth state and try to loot something."
"This won''t do..." Ethan was a little hesitant. "I''m a shadow samurai recognized by Duke Adina. Being sneaky is always..."
"Have you considered how much credit it would be to discover such a relic? The road to a promotion and a raise is right in front of you, and you''re actually going to reject it?"
Ethan was stunned for a second.
"I''ll go now!"
He ran away as if he was on steroids.
Char watched him leave, not knowing where he went, but he was sure of one thing.
There were no anti-stealth guards on the streets, nor were there any detection guards.
Poor Ethan still didn''t know that he had been thrown out as ab rat.
After confirming this, Char started to doubt herself.
Could it be that Ravend was a defensive type that was loose on the inside but tight on the outside? But if that were the case, wouldn''t it be too easy to infiltrate?
At this moment, a figure shed in front of him. A pedestrian wrapped in a windbreaker hurried past, with ''name: Joe'', and the survival points were shocking ... 135!
This was the poorest guy Char had ever seen, and he immediately had a good impression of this guy!
He hurried forward.
"This gentleman..."
Joe stopped and turned to look at Char, his eyes nk under his mask.
"Don''t disturb me, man. I''m busy with work."
He finished reading his lines emotionlessly and turned to leave.
Char was stunned for a moment. Seeing him disappear in a hurry, she quickly followed him.
Joe walked into a hair gel shop, and he followed.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
The uniformed salesdy asked.
After being stopped by her, Char could only watch as Joe and a manager in a more high-end outfit disappeared from the elevator. Then, a bright red "EXIT" sign appeared on the screen and blocked their way to the elevator.
Fine, the lead was broken.
Char had no choice but to look at the guy who had suddenly appeared in front of her.
Unlike Joe, she did not have a window hanging above her head, and her eyes were unusually bright.
However, Char felt that she looked familiar.
Where had he seen her before?
"I want to ask about that gentleman. What is he doing here?" he asked, pointing in the direction Joe had disappeared.
"that''s not something you should be concerned about, click-and-enter Sir
The shop assistant replied with a smile.
Hearing her words, Char was stunned.
"It''s you?" He blurted out, "the little delinquent who sold me the "entry permit" on the ck market?"
Under Kuris''s instructions, he had bought an entry permit from a delinquent girl wearing a voodoo mask. At that time, the girl was in disguise, but he did not expect to meet her here.
"What''s a "delinquent"? Does it have anything to do with my mask?" the shop assistant asked in confusion.
Char did not bother reminiscing and went straight to the point.
"What is that ''Joe'' doing here?"
"I''ve said it before. We have to protect our guests'' privacy. We can''t disclose it casually..."
"I''ll give you survival points!"
Char gave all of his remaining survival points to her.
These points floated out of his window and were absorbed by the shop assistant in the form of blue spots of light. They swam under her crystal-clear skin and gathered on her wrist.
Then, the red mark on her wrist disappeared.
The shop assistant was stunned for two seconds, then grabbed Char and ran.
"Follow me!"<novelnext></novelnext>
The two of them didn''t rush toward the light screen which was obviously a restricted area. Instead, they turned to the stairs.
Although there was also a light curtain blocking the light, there was an obvious operation box on the wall.
"Give me a few seconds!"
The staff deftly removed the hair clip, bit it in her mouth, and broke it into a pry wire. She then inserted it into an opening of the operation box and stirred it hard.
Her expression was serious, and her eyes were solemn as if she was carrying out an extremely detailed task.
However, she couldn''t open it even after a long time. He was so anxious!
Char couldn''t wait any longer, and he touched the operation box with a probing thought.
Chaa!
"Eh?"
The shop assistant was stunned.
"W-what happened? Where''s the big operation box?"
"Don''t worry about it. Let''s go!" Char urged.
"You''re a strange person."
The shop assistant mumbled as they continued on her way.
Char followed her up the stairs while checking the thing she had just kept.
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"Fitzrock S-101β motherboard ess control system-sub-unit 01"
Price: 750 (12500)
[ current damage: 1.2% ]
"It can withstand an attack of 750s! It''s the best choice to protect the safety of your home and your office!"
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It looked like... Furniture?
As the two of them climbed the stairs, Char put away all the indicator lights, the screens that were ying advertisements, and even the thing that looked like a fire extinguisher but was actually a methrower.
Then, all of these were furniture.
Without exception, they were all produced by Fitzrock.
"What was that just now? The thing on your wrist..." Char asked.
"That''s today''s "target line". Thanks to you, Ipleted it ahead of time, which gave me some free time."
The shop assistant quickly climbed the stairs with a face full of joy, like a wild horse out of control.
He felt that he had helped her free herself from this ... No wonder this child was so enthusiastic.
Char pouted.
"What''s your name?"
"Just call me Sharon."
"Miss Sharon... Do you have toplete that ''target'' every day?"
"Of course."
"Then you must have umted quite a few survival points, right?" Char asked.
Sharon suddenly stopped and gave him a strange look.
"Are you crazy? Survival points, as the name suggests, are used to survive. I can be continuously supplied with energy and it''s something that I can rely on to live. I''ll definitely use it the moment I get it. How can I ''save'' it?"
Char''s heart trembled as if he had caught onto something.
It sounded like the survival points were more like ''game time'' that they added in from paid games ...
This waspletely different from the rules of survival in the fourth district!
The two of them climbed to the 122th floor and were blocked by the control box at the entrance of the stairs again. However, this time, the control box was behind the light screen. Char simply used his sword to dig a hole in the wall before putting the control box away.
Then, they came to a spacious room behind a ss wall. A group of fashionably dressed people was shooting a gelmercial for that ''Joe''.
Looking at the style, Char thought of the advertisement she had seen outside, as well as the shiny slick back hair of 043.
"got2b Supersting hair gel..."
Char mumbled.
So Joe was only here to be a model ... There didn''t seem to be a problem.
But with that face and those dull eyes, could he be a model?
Char looked at it carefully, and the suspicion in his heart grew.
"What else do you want to see? I''m fine with anything!" Sharon asked, grinning.
"You''re the one who wants to be wild, aren''t you?"
Char shot her a nce and exposed her ruthlessly.
"Right, where are yourpanions?" He asked.
He remembered that a guy hadined to a bunch of people in the ck market.
"They have their own jobs. There, they''re inside." She pointed behind the ss and said, "We''re here to serve you noble Lords and earn some survival points." However, you seem to be different from them. Your expression is richer than theirs, and your eyes... How should I put it, it looks more like us?"
"See..."
Char replied perfunctorily, but he squinted his eyes to look behind the ss.
The advertisement for the hair gel was quickly shot, and the manager took a translucent can that looked like a blue firefly from the assistant and handed it to Joe.
Then, Joe opened the can and put his hand inside.
The blue dots in the jar, just like the dozen that Char had given to Sharon, quickly disappeared, and the survival points on top of Joe''s head began to increase!
In the blink of an eye, it had reached 2000!
Seeing that the group was about to split up, the two of them immediately hid in the corridor.
"You guys... The survival points earned every day, are they all there?" Char asked.
"Maybe. Who knows?" Sharon shook her head. "No one cares about that. Everyone''s only concerned about whether they can survive to not be sent to the garbage disposal nt for recycling just because there aren''t enough survival points...
"Once you get ''survival points'', you will turn them into "survival time"?" He asked.
"What else? Why should I keep it?"
"Where are the nobles? What will they do with their ''survival points''? "
"There are many uses for it! As long as you had survival points, you could buy everything in the Uptown! That was what the few supervisors inside did. They would stay here every day, work for the whole day, and then go to the bar on the street corner to get drunk, spending all their survival points. The next day, they would continue to earn money and pass time. I have a friend who works in a casino. He said that as long as Mr. Qiao makes money, he will go to the casino and squander it. Every day, he will have 135 survival points left,e here to shoot an advertisement, and go gambling at night..."
Sharon was like a small employee who knew the gossip of thepany''s upper echelons like the back of her hand, and she kept talking.
"Don''t they need to consume "survival points" to live? " Char suddenly asked.
"Of course not. What strange things are you saying... if it weren''t for my personal system, " Sharon muttered, " I really would think that you and I are the same kind..."
"The same kind..." Char mumbled, but his eyes became clearer.
"It''s still not certain who''s the same kind as who."
He suddenly walked out of the corridor and toward the ss wall.
He had a bold idea.
Once this thought emerged, it could not be contained.
There was no sign, no reason, but it came menacingly.
Joe''s cold eyes seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn''t get rid of them. More importantly, their eyes were exactly the same as the " nobles " in his field of vision who had their names and wealth above their heads. They were also looking at each other indifferently with stiff expressions. Only the instant the camera clicked, their faces changed at the speed of light, and then they immediately changed back to their stern faces.
However, they didn''t stop talking.
Mouth was mouth, face was face, and eyes were eyes.
It looked like an NPC that was created after a fight between an artist and a model.
With the addition of the personal system, Ravend would be like arge-scale multiyer game. Who would be the NPC and who would be the ''yer''? Was it as clear as their social status?
The answer would soon be revealed!
Char stepped forward and kicked the ss wall.
Crack
The smooth wall was suddenly covered with cobweb-like cracks, which quickly expanded and then fell down with a loud bang.
Themotion rmed the people inside. They immediately stopped shooting the advertisement and walked over.