Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1136 - 961: Faith Thief

Chapter 1136: Chapter 961: Faith Thief

Former enemies, yet their thoughts highly similar in certain respects.

Deep down, Lu Xiang was also curious about the kind of evolution the Devourer, who had integrated the advantages of the three, would eventually complete. This was a realm that none of them had ever touched before.

"Spiritual Energy, machinery, and genetic fusion, huh..."

Song Lan kept cooking the monkfish liver methodically, "Aren’t such people pretty common?"

"Common?"

"Yes, in The First Region, they can be seen everywhere."

"Who are they, tell me."

Lu Xiang put on a look of eager anticipation; Dumb Bird’s thinking was unique, always able to provide some surprising answers.

"The workers who have undergone compulsory Prosthesis Modification by the company, who take anti-fatigue medication daily, and who have recently begun to be influenced by Slacking Theory, growing a little lazy."

You could walk into any skyscraper and find a plethora of existences that have integrated the features of all three.

In fact, in this era, the barriers between different paths have long been broken down.

"You..."

Lu Xiang found himself at a loss for words, "The people you’re talking about are obviously a mess of integration!"

The prostheses forced upon them by the companies, other than making them into humanoid labor machines, have very few benefits to combat or daily life.

There’s no need to mention the anti-fatigue medication either. Long-term use certainly has an effect on the human body, but invariably negative. It depletes a person’s energy and leads to drug dependence. Once the anti-fatigue medication is cut off, they would remain in a state of exhaustion for a long time. For a prolonged period in the past, Lu Xiang’s own medical check-up results were far from ideal.

Although the spirit of slacking off does not directly harm the human body, it corrodes their spirit. According to Lu Xiang’s observations, those polluted by it, in the worst case, can transform into comedians.

Thinking this, Lu Xiang had a clearer understanding of the life of a worker in the year 2167. Every day, they lived in a sweltering struggle.

Despite being jobs meant to merely provide for families, they had to face the corrosion of three different paths.

Among the three types of corrosion, Lu Xiang believed that "Spiritual Pollution" was undoubtedly the most serious. The effects of the first two on the body could be avoided by quitting their jobs and going home to recuperate, but the transformation into comedians often stuck with them for life. Up to now, Lu Xiang had not found an antidote for "Spiritual Pollution."

Its toxicity was far greater than the previous two.

Not just the workers, even the Six Stars rescuers, who were hailed as the strongest by the United Government, could not resist the corruption.

The newly established H1 Department became the most slacking-afflicted department in the history of the United Government in less than a week’s time, and the "Emperor" had even shirked his responsibilities, inexplicably setting forth on the path of becoming a mayonnaise three-star chef.

And she, the newly appointed head of the Counter-Intelligence Department, upon understanding the conspiracy of military technology, found her gaze hard to shift from the sizzling and appetizing monkfish liver in the frying pan.

Even the life forms of the upper world could not withstand the pollution, let alone the criminals from this district.

Lu Xiang, you can’t continue to degenerate!

If even you are polluted, where will this world go?

She warned herself in her heart.

"What flavor do you want this time?"

"Make it extra spicy."

Her answer was a reflex; Lu Xiang looked at the bright red chili powder on the kitchen counter as her brain rapidly thought.

Seconds later, she found a rational explanation for her action.

Scientifically speaking, spiciness is actually a sensation of pain. When it comes to pain, it evokes the idea of punishment. So, "make it extra spicy" could also be understood as a way for her to punish herself.

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The atmosphere on the other side was far from the joviality of the food festival.

In a dark corner unknown to the public, Judges watched the ongoing festival unfold, to them, the bustling, joyous scene was inevitably eerily strange.

No one understood this prison better than they did.

The prisoners sent here possessed abilities that troubled the Review Meeting, and they were incarnations of evil themselves. Most of them had once been called disciples of the Devil.

They bullied the weak and caused Destruction.

Rivers of blood were their source of joy, and in order to achieve that, they did not hesitate to break the rules and trample the laws of the United Government underfoot.

This prison never served its purpose of education or reformation. At best, it simply locked those feared devils together, leaving them to rot until forgotten. But even the Review Meeting didn’t anticipate that they wouldn’t be erased by time, but instead, they found Newborn here.

Consciousness Entities granted them eternal lives, allowing them to exist beyond human limits.

In such an environment over the long term, their malice was infinitely magnified. Once devoid of rules and laws, their behavior grew even worse. However, the prisoners participating in the food festival seemed to revert to ordinary people in that moment, purely enjoying the pleasure brought by the festival like any normal person.

This was wrong, absolutely not the style of the prison inmates.

If it had been them in the past, flipping tables and smashing the restaurant wouldn’t have been enough to excite them. Perhaps only after killing everyone in the store, using blood as paint to cover the walls, and hanging heads like trophies at the store’s entrance would they feel stimulated and rejoice.