Free Web NovelChapter 235: Chapter 39: Declaring War on the Jing Family
Shocked, the three humans were also somewhat astonished to see White Mist.
A man in his late eighties, White Mist didn’t seem to pay them any particular attention, lost as he was in the intelligence reports... His true focus was on the filing room.
They regarded the Zoning Clock as a shelter from wind and rain, even holding a deep sense of gratitude for it; these evils didn’t intrude. Still, their residential area was extremely shabby compared to the spacious work zones on the lower floors.
The third layer was divided into the filing area and a residential district for the fallen.
This was where the people of the Fifth Level’s dining hall services lived, in this Dining Hall of Illusions.
The third layer’s Food Fortification Sector.
He guessed that these pieces could perhaps come from the Second Level or the Third Level where one could find such things; after all, it was these limbs and severed bodies on the Fourth Level that White Mist paid attention to.
The three people also felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly oppressive as they continuously descended the escalator without pause, not speaking a word after boarding.
He felt he may have vastly underestimated the Clock of Evil; there was no presence of any formidable evil, not in the entire food domain.
White Mist’s expression grew grimly serious.
"Look at the lower level continuing ahead, why walk along the disordered pipes? What’s the use of doing whatever it is you’re doing, if these are truly food materials, that blue line liquid, that pure extract... Have you made up your mind about something? Oh wow, the sulphurous stench of bloody fluids, broken organs, missing arms and legs—that’s the image you had of me before. Isn’t it? Isn’t it wonderfully lovely, this affection? What form do I have in your eyes, that you stick it in your guts, etch it into bone, hang it around your neck, draw it out through your bowels?"
But as White Mist and the ninety-five others approached the Fourth Level, the pungent odor of blood was still detectable, powerfully nauseating.
The entire Fourth Level had special ventilation systems that minimised the spread of the bloody stench.
...or perhaps they were using skulls as art decoration, intricately carving on the cranial bones. Or maybe, they were in the process of cutting and sizing the organs using these machines.
Here, amidst the clean-up and processing, there were still human-like creatures with no arms to speak of, stomachs, intestines, and livers, even though they were processing heads and skulls.
...or perhaps bright and shiny legs, hairy arms covered with many sharp spikes, blue pupil eyes larger than a hand, and organs of all kinds, even hearts bigger than a human head.
This was the Fourth Level--a veritable limb graveyard, a drastic departure from the original material processing factories of the Fifth Level, and far removed from the idyllic world talk of the Sixth Level.
White Mist and the other three encountered even more bizarre scenes as they followed the descending escalator to the Fourth Level.
It plainly couldn’t be.
Could it all be transformed through the blue line, the food for the Zoning Clock? What was the purpose of all this, this blue line grass, White Mist suddenly wondered.
It’s clear that this blue line grass was considered a luxury resource suitable for squandering by those in the Zoning Clock, but those on the lower levels still mined it daily.
These fallens were coming from the Black Gold Island with these containers filled with blue line grass extract, while the blue line grass itself came down from the high towers of the rulers.
"Is it not worth considering for them? Resource allocation. This substance, seemingly mountainous in form, could easily be swapped for blue line grass after countless cycles of mining exchanges. But for the bottom dwellers, still relying on their daily harvest of nutrient-rich meals every four hours, what does the blue line grass mean to them?"
It’s actually quite simple when it comes from the high tower; you have to question this source of the blue line grass. At present, being processed in large quantities, and treated in what we could call restorative factories, you should be familiar with this, something you can no longer ignore, this blue line grass."
"How could it be solely the power of man at play here, the joint industry of fallens and man, heh heh heh heh. But I’ve heard tales of a certain small island, even though it has never been a part of their past, it’s the most noteworthy mention at the end."
Why don’t you like the style of these workers, Well? You’re still in the service at the Sixth Level, the service at the Sixth Level, the service at the Sixth Level — because of the incident where their brains were washed, there is only one event left, I recommend you hire them, Well, for if you ever want to rebel against the classless hierarchy. They possess a certain intelligence, not just intelligence but also a certain preparedness, though their actual strength is very weak; a group responsible for the pure evil of blue line grass extraction[
]. After your new home is set, you could consider using them for the undisturbed quality of the water channels like it has been for hundreds of years, the product quality is very correct, passing through the containers of the Third Level[
]. The emitted light from the feces, well then. It’s considered sufficient in nutritional value, the extracted liquid from the blue line grass, though hard to believe it’s a nutritional meal that has already undergone processing, nutritional meals or perhaps even pure extracted liquid might be very difficult to eat,[
Through the white mist, he caught a general impression of this bastion; looking out of the eyelets with ready arms, he saw the white mist
Winding its way through the giant pipes, it eventually leads to a deep chasm, and through the giant pipes, the white mist finally comes into view.
It appears to be involved in the blue line grass processing, gazing at the Fifth Level bastion from a distance, where certain first and second-grade mutants who are part of the regular workforce seem to be doing something; the air is filled with the particularly pungent odor of blue line grass.
But the white mist was Chu Qing’s, while Sharp Forest and Well Nine didn’t exactly know what these liquids were, these warm-colored containers held the transparent liquids.
Outside, a giant row of warm-colored containers were on the move, Chu Qing didn’t watch how these food items came about but saw a constantly bustling pile of depravity at the Fifth Level as soon as he arrived,
The food items of various kinds lay in the white mist of the Sixth Level,
The Fifth Level had become much simpler compared to the dining halls of the Sixth Level for children,
The Fifth Level bastion, food domain
If it could no longer spawn tragedies like the hopeful bell of death of the white mist,
He would certainly try every method to make it disappear, but it was just under the fierce gaze of the intense power of the bell.
...Or perhaps it’s some person who guides people to recognize the taste of the Archer’s Tower’s high warriors as not wrong, or maybe even the Army Guard Town’s Ninth Division scout team is, and those people who guide others to the colored domain are men and women; including people —
Of all kinds of depraved places, which are the so-called raw materials, sure enough, to better the taste of food, which is handled by the converters, but the converters need raw materials to function, and they all come from... Every place has its delicacies
These food items have been transformed into dining utensils, almost resembling human beings disappearing from the dining table,
This young manager of the unusual speech had said something that felt like a terrifying bone-chilling statement,
"Because of the need for nourishment. The main people for these high towers always have a significant appetite since birth, and they will become something more with just a slight fostering, illustrious from their warfare achievements, not mediocre in their physical strength; one of the old members of the first scout team, the distinguished b42,"
b-grade food materials all follow a sequence and are of a superhuman class, as you know, Mr. Well, and they are not the same as c-grade food materials, but do you really need b42? It’s the best help from me, from the management family, an ordinary host would not use it for entertaining guests, b-grade food materials are very rare, the food material with the sequence number 4001b,"
"After eating the material, this guest will definitely develop a profound liking for its taste, I believe, but this variety will not change, although the converter will process and change it, yet the larva is extremely fresh and tender in its own right, although she is d-grade, but... you understand, the food material inside her, the lavish crab with the rich essence of altered mutant crab, but you might as well eat crab, although it is d-grade food material, a 34-year-old female, the food material with the sequence number 20644d,"
"One certainly can feel an explosive meat quality that bounces to the touch like a luscious drop in taste for the gourmands, reliant on the converter, bursting forth at the height of their prime within the nourishing liquid, seemingly untouched by her lower blood system, not reflecting on her sense of taste, though she does not originate from the noble classes, a 19-year-old female, the food material with the sequence number 5295c,"
"The guests will undoubtedly give it rave reviews; having passed through the converter and believing that afterward, with an impeccable foundation revealing an elegant and superior appearance coming from clean-bodied, well-educated touch since a young age, a 20-year-old male, the food material with the sequence number 4495c,"
He seems unwilling to reveal lines that would make people uncomfortable; the utmost commanding person started to casually spill information through the manager’s mouth.
After the introduction of the food items, the manager continued, because he followed the name report of depravity,
Conversely, what he said might make others feel uncomfortable, and his own feelings would not be good either, so the white mist has not guessed or voiced his own conjectures,
Compared to a purple Rolan Garden,
Each of the black gold islands sent their respective items by teleportation, and these food items were then separated.
This place became a certain food factory of the black gold island, relying on these devices.
The devices were placed in the Second Level, and these teleportation summoning devices were stored here, looking like a certain type of gambling den. All the evil corrupt food material was supplied from various places by the black gold island.
He didn’t envy them, but, of course, he did rather admire White Mist, who wasn’t restricted by any prohibitions and could binge-eat anything from the four corners of the heavens and the earth along with voracious eaters.
There was abundant corrupt food swimming in water, flying in the sky, running on the ground; the culinary repertoire was quite rich after listening to White Mist.
According to reports, it wouldn’t be long until the real origins of the food would come to light.
He just started to do some inventory work, and maybe he could find some larger pieces of corrupt flesh, which seemed true enough to shock the person responsible for management.
It must be stated, the basic operation of White Mist is this dazzling display of Sharp Forest’s intent.
"Wow, is his mouth that fast? Didn’t all the lies told before seem very obvious in thought? That intention was so obvious," Sharp Forest said, giving him a glance.
"Haven’t you felt any tremors from that disturbance over there?" the manager asked, just as the drums and firecrackers were sounding loudly, the guests arrived, it was a real crowd, and the manager of Army Guard Town should be here to welcome the new guests, shouldn’t he?
But it was the manager who had been assassinated by a knife, and it was already a big issue for which the manager was responsible.
Only a few insiders came to this place, although he had been working here for many years, this person was not the imprudent type.
"Oh, oh? Isn’t it just you guys who were here just a few days ago, manager? Has the cold storage room at Second Level already received the goods? Is the food material for next week ready?"
"We’ve come to inspect the files."
Said White Mist:
"Who are you people looking at White Mist? A young head of hair?"
White Mist very quickly understood their supposed recognition bias.
Even though he was just another person responsible for recording the inventory files, an ordinary man, aside from recognizing a little peculiarity in him, there was nothing abnormal about him at all. At least he had an account to check, or maybe even a journalist who couldn’t remember what he ate last night, and there were doubts about what he ate for breakfast. Every file room has to have at least one manager who records every day’s food materials, and ideally, there would be one more manager in every file room who could summarize it all. [Manager]
But this requires a significant amount of Spiritual Possession effort compared to just corrupt flesh, his keen intelligence is not profound, and Head Light wears the simplest of clothes, almost forcibly covering up the important part on his upper body.
Jing Well declares war, addressing the power of black gold island —
This was precisely the time for his actions to clearly demonstrate his posture, but he was merely considered an observer subject to evaluation, being almost unnoticed within black gold island.
All eyes from black gold island were on him whether it was a gambling den or not, but he did not know the Second Level fortress zone.
As for White Mist, he was nothing but an axe, fiercely smashing the food transmutation device.
At this very moment, an entire fortress was triggered to send a rapid alarm, from Second Level to Sixth Level, as the red warning lights began to flash incessantly on the corner of the roof.
At this very moment, White Mist took out a green bronze axe, holding it high, and fiercely slashed down at the transmutation device.
But whether that would really tear his face asunder was uncertain. When White Mist had that premonition at that moment, there would definitely be a face-off between him and the black gold island’s power, he asked Jing Well if he was not at all interested in what’s going on under his hand.
While in the gambling den, White Mist picked up Jing Well’s call.
Chu Qing is not just an ally of an external power, he is still the ruler of the high tower, and Chu Qing is very strong.
The real master behind the external power’s black hand is Tower Power, not much different from what White Mist thought.
"You might have to destroy it if you want to make it your best, Chu Qing, because of Outer Power’s might. It is much stronger to confront the might of the high tower," [Tower Power]
You must only need smooth-skinned women, or tender and succulent back meat, or muscle flesh that fully developed adults need. It’s just that something like a chewy beef transmutation is better compared to the original taste because it only undergoes a transmutation of similar material. But it is fundamentally a belief of those stubborn users that it has only a transmutation efficiency because, although it boasts the title of being able to transmute anything, for example, turning blue thread grass into egg cakes and corrupt flesh into donkey meat, it actually can only transmute the most materially similar things while maintaining the original taste to the greatest extent. [Transmutation]
And yet it is still being used in such evil practices.
He, who has never even thought about creating such things, is a true iron craftsman.
But White Mist, who had always hoped that he could somehow transform things into food on his own, was disappointed with his electric rice cooker.
What White Mist saw at that moment was a giant pot-shaped object — an ultra Spiritual Possession tool forged by disassembling and recombining the words of two legends, wielded by Iron Craftsman as a versatile object whose form could greatly vary. Jing Well and Sharp Forest were packed inside cans among various humans and corrupt flesh.
Transmutation device — it’s just the first stage of food processing; the most critical part is the second stage of food processing.
This is a closed-loop system for food processing, which will be pushed up to the Fourth Level for further processing. After being filled with various raw materials, they would eventually be inversely propelled by the teleportation lifts, moving slowly up to the Fourth Level.
All of this liquid was poured in, and although it was pure blue thread grass extract, it was fully incorporated into these "cans".
Finally, there was a connection, and these conduits, stretching down from the Second Level, were filled with many humans and corrupt flesh.
Second Level fortress, food zone
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It’s Chu Qing who is actually involved in such matters, and although it may seem Chu Qing has nothing to do with it, White Mist had a premonition that Chu Qing is indeed related. Chu Qing is the embodiment of the ultimate evil...
The atmosphere gradually became heavier, solemn, a far cry from the initial casualness that White Mist and Sharp Forest had once had.
The descent continues.
But they are among the many pitiful and pathetic figures, as he was once also corrupted to a thorough deformity, his soul possibly twisted long ago. As for these children eating, drinking, and messing around in the Third Level fortress, White Mist, a manager of three, had no difficulty in understanding what lay even further behind the scenes.
It’s completely thanks to Chu Qing’s grace that he can still live below, only as humans in the lower part of the food chain supplying fish meat material. These are the true rules of heaven and earth for those who eat corrupt flesh to survive; it’s only because from a young age, they are subjected to a certain brainwashing education that such managers fittingly assume their positions like Chu Qing.
White Mist hopes that Chu Qing’s death does not repeat such a tragic drama, something that could make everything disappear.
However, he is always being watched by the might of Chu Qing, but to find a way to eliminate it is what he invariably considers.
