[Second Ring District·Luzkebin Street·East Street]

The closer you get to the center of the City of Survey, the higher the architectural style seems.

Areas around the city tend to be brown-yellow with mechanical flow. The more you go to the center of the city, the more you tend to be a high-saturated cyber style. The difference in painting style is very obvious, just like a world spliced ​​from different dimensions.

Ruzkebin Street is a street inhabited by machinery manufacturing workers. After get off work, workers always buy a few boxes of cigarettes and gather together to chat about gossip. This is one of their few entertainment activities.

At this time, a group of workers who had just gotten off work and had not had time to take off their work clothes were smoking beside the wall.

Their eyes were gloomy, their expressions were depressed, and they could not see light in their eyes.

The work clothes with ash were wrapped in large and small earth-yellow columns. Apart from their tall, short, fat and thin body shapes, there seemed to be no difference between them. Just like a group of standard mechanical gears living in large machinery, they have been ground into what they should be.

The cigarette smoke fluttered up like an extinguished wind.

After a brief silence, someone spoke softly.

"...Weikliffe's side has given us an ultimatum." The speaker was a thin young man with a inferior cigarette on his thin lips: "You'd better make a choice as soon as possible."

"Feld, do we have to hand over our world?" A red-haired young man opposite him was angry: "We must reject Weicliff. We cannot be accomplices to help Hisvi invade his home!"

The red-haired young man's words were loud but did not arouse the blood of others.

This group of workers who were off work were still smoking cigarettes and leaning against the wall, looking like they had lost their muscles. Most of them remained silent and rubbed the cigarette box in their hands.

Field ignored the excited red-haired young man, and looked at the others with a pair of gray-brown eyes: "What do you think? Should you choose to join the [Poster] organization to help Tawei, to create a new future. Or... pretend to have not heard anything, go back to your home, and continue to do your numb work like gear tomorrow?"

"—We really can't help Hiroshi!" Before the others answered, the red-haired young man immediately whispered: "This is our hometown—the existences of other dimensions will definitely be full of malicious intentions towards us! If we defect to Hiroshi and join the traitor organization [Point], then we will let down the Lord of Akto who gave us this safe space! If there is no Lord and no Dawn system, we will still live in the "Doom City", and we are teased like monkeys in a circus... We cannot be ungrateful!"

His words were excited tone, but they still did not arouse people's passion.

Others looked at each other, some showed hesitation on their faces, some sighed slightly, and some blinked and turned their faces away.

Most of them are adults in their twenties to forties, and they are no longer as innocent and passionate as young men, and can see the facts clearly now.

...They are tired of such days.

There is no future, no hope, no room for promotion, and life is as calm as a stagnant water. Always keep your emotions stable, don’t get angry, or even be too happy or sad, keep calm and be numb, otherwise you will be easily monitored [emotional overload] and be locked in a shelter...

The output of grain is decreasing year by year, while the weight of work is increasing year by year.

The population of cities is growing explosively, but suitable jobs are decreasing day by day...

Their health is getting worse and worse, but they can only stay in this city, unable to see the scenery outside, or even step out of their area. They get up, work, eat, and sleep like a prisoner...

Tired of it.

They are tired of such days.

People are not machines or gears. They will be angry, despair, dissatisfied, and...rebelled.

——Why can some people be judged as ‘higher personality’?

——Why are they just ordinary 'Type Two-personal personality'?

——Why can some people be excluded from "inferior personality"?

Who sets this standard? Is the Dawn system absolutely fair? The person who created the Dawn system, the person who sets these rules, Asa Actor, the assistants of the Central City Qin Shaoli, Tereya, Cheng... do they have no selfish desires and will not seek profit?

When these people work diligently, what are the people living in Central City doing? Are they enjoying the benefits they have brought for the rest of their hard work?

——They need to—

Do you give your life to those people in the Dawn System and Central City for free?

People choose to forget who transformed the hellish "Doom City" into the current "City of Measurement".

All they know is-they need more.

In addition to survival, there are also equality and freedom.

Next to him, Field, who was smoking a cigarette, dusted off the ashes, with a solemn tone:

"...Everyone, we just don't want to continue this kind of life. Are we wrong?

We... are not wrong, such a world should have changed long ago.

Our talents are accurately quantified and classified by machines, just like products being stuffed into a job. As long as they are judged as "unsuitable", even if they are exhausted, it is difficult to change their situation - can we only passively accept all this?

Our lives are arranged in a dawn system. Whatever it allows us to do in our lifetime, we must do in our lifetime. Is this silent and desperate life worth everything we have to maintain?

In order to fight for our own life, our own freedom, our own tomorrow - is there anything wrong? We did nothing wrong, we need to change such an unchanging world! This world is sick!"

He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, raised his feet, and the thick-soled leather boots crushed the spark of the cigarette butt:

“—If we want to change this world controlled by the Dawn system, we can only rely on the power of his dimension!

Humans are now like pigs and dogs, huddling in a [safety area] that is only one tenth of the original homeland, and giving up nine-tenths of the land to space turbulence and mutant creatures.

This one-tenth of the survival resource... cannot afford so many people! If this continues, do you think your children will live better? No! It will only be worse than each generation, because we have consumed their future!

The City of Measuring is not a beautiful world at all. It is barbaric and dead without being stiff. We need more land, more freedom, more...change!

For this world, do you not even have the awareness of carrying a bad reputation? We must rely on the power of Hisa, destroy the damn Dawn system, and kill the initiator Asa Akto!!”

With a "bang!", Field, who was still calling loudly, suddenly a bullet rubbed across his hat.

The others exclaimed and retreated one after another. The angry red-haired young man had already taken out his pistol and pointed the muzzle at Field.

"—You are definitely not Field himself!" The red-haired young man held up his pistol and shouted loudly: "Fild can never say such things! He will never betray the Lord of Actor!"

"No, I'm Field." Field raised his hands, straightened the brim of his hat, and was not panicked at the muzzle. His eyes gradually showed bright red patterns: "...or rather, I'm Field who has accepted the 'Tawei'."

The red-haired young man took a step back, his arms trembling with guns.

"Stop resisting, in fact... the Dawn system also acquiesced to our behavior." The weird redness in Field's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Otherwise, with its monitoring strength, we, who have the Dawn chip on it, have been arrested. Or there is another possibility that the Dawn system should have been invaded by the 'Tawei', and it will not be able to free its hands to deal with us."

A drop of sweat flashed across the red-haired young man's forehead: "... Field, tell me honestly, how many people in the city of measurement have accepted the 'Tawei' like you?"

If it were not only the invading space turbulences of [dangerous areas], but even humans themselves could be quietly invaded... then today's city is simply a huge sieve.

The world is in danger.

The red-haired young man had noticed that the workers around him had a bright red and weird light in his eyes.

——It turns out that these people have already fallen.

He himself was the only sober person.

"There are many people who defect to the 'Tawei'... many." Field said with a smile: "There are so many that you can't imagine."

"You are like this, and have betrayed the Lord of Akto who saved your generations?" asked the red-haired young man.

"That's just a thing of the past. We are grateful to Dr. Actor for coming forward and establishing the City of Measuring, but that's all." Fielddan said: "Now, our need for survival has been met, and it's just a little short of the need for spiritual and freedom. He can't satisfy us, so he should be overthrown - and as the ruler, he deserves to die to serve as a warning."

"...Ingratitude, greedy and stupid! You are so stupid!" The red-haired young man seemed so angry that his whole body was trembling.

"Tell me your answer, Anto, you are my friend, so I will say so much to you. If you choose to join the [Poster] organization, I can help you gain more resources. If you don't join, I can only kill you in order to silence you." A bright red fire appeared around Field's body - this is a magical power that is incompatible with this world and comes from Tawei.

Seeing this, the red-haired young man suddenly withdrew his gun and his body was no longer so excited that he trembled.

"Okay, thank you for your information." The red-haired young man's originally angry tone suddenly became extremely calm.

Field was slightly stunned, and the next moment, a very fast golden light suddenly pierced his forehead.

"You..." Blood gushed out of Field's mouth, and he fell down with disbelief.

The red-haired young man took back the golden light from his fingers and looked at the workers who were screaming and running away.

The next moment, several golden lights fell from the sky like a meteor falling, accurately piercing through the workers' heads and pricking them on the ground. Blood spread and the corpse fell all over the ground.

The red-haired young man took back his hand.

"It seems that the Dawn system is in trouble. It has caused such a big disturbance and has not sent anyone to arrest me. There is no need to worry about being monitored by it all the time." He withdrew his hand: "This group of betrayers who have turned against the world... no matter what kind of high-sounding reason, their faces are so ugly. In Playa, those group of servants who yearn for the outside world are also annoying."

A faint shadow appeared on his shoulder and said for a moment, "In our dome, there are such a person who is dedicated to the outside."

The red-haired young man glanced at the shadow.

"This reminds me of a sentence... [It doesn't matter how much blue bird you shoot, but remember that killing a robin is a sin - the robin only sings to us and does not do anything bad. They do not eat the flowers, fruits and vegetables in people's gardens, and do not make nests in corn warehouses, they just sing for us sincerely.] "The red-haired young smiled: "This group of people, they are trying to kill a robin of the measurement city - Asa Akto."

Shadow replied: "What you said is a famous saying in the world where Su Mingan is located?"

"He recommended a lot of books to me." The red-haired young man... Su Lin dusted the ashes on his body and stepped on the blood all over the floor.

He raised his head and looked into the sky. Suddenly he saw a helicopter flying over the city towers.

The helicopter flew crookedly and seemed to fall at any time.

...

"Bang!" With a sound of "Bang!", in the cabin, Kaskinen Firo, the deputy leader of the Hawk and Dog, fired a shot at Su Mingan, like a declaration of war.

"Clang!" On the wheelchair, Su Mingan's defensive shield was instantly supported.

Su Mingan is now in a shadow state, with a total mana value of 3140 points, so the value of this wheelchair defense shield is 31400 points, and his defense is extremely terrifying.

"—Why are you so dissatisfied with me?" Su Mingan stared at Fei Luo's deep eyes: "Can you only rely on His Vision like a traitor to satisfy your so-called vision of realizing 'freedom'?"

...What is the difference between these people's ideas and Edward and others? They just make accomplices for their own selfish desires, but they claim to be bright and righteous.

"After making decisions on right and wrong, we will leave it to future generations to comment." Fei Luodan said: "As for you, you can die here."

He stretched out his hand, and the cabin was flashing with a blood-like red light. Accompanied by a "Kaja" sound, Su Mingan heard a subtle sound like a collision of particles.
Chapter completed!