death of hope

Chapter 949: Psionic Storm (25) The bottom of the nest

Some officers of the escort team organized themselves, standing in the streets, lining up on both sides of the road where the vehicles had to pass, to see off the war heroes of Ix;

These soldiers had followed Prince Ix to fight against the brutal Eldar pirates. They bid farewell to the hero and mourned their own dreams. The path to glory they had imagined was also wiped out with the death of the Prince.

As the car passed by, the officers took off their military caps in unison, crossed their arms and raised them, saluting the black sedan in a standard Ix military salute. Leon in the car burst into tears of gratitude, and saluted back to his battle brother who had been with him day and night:
(Goodbye... comrades...)
In the strict hierarchy of Ix, no matter how noble your birth is, how outstanding your achievements are, whether you are a noble or a hero,
Once you are demoted to the bottom of the hive, it is very difficult to climb up by your own strength.

Just like what the storytellers in teahouses often say: "Being banished to the lower world, you will never be able to turn over..."

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The top floor of the hive is where the elite of the Ix colony planet live. It is located at the highest point of the huge underground city, close to the artificial atmosphere ecological dome.

Completely different from the barren, desolate and harsh environment on the surface of this planet, the air on the top floor of the hive city is fresh and clean, with constant temperature and humidity, and the body feels extremely comfortable.

Elegantly designed tower blocks stand in rows, with lush sky gardens suspended between them, exquisite aircraft flying under artificial clouds, and pairs of well-dressed gentlemen and ladies holding hands while shopping in large shopping malls.

The giant holographic projection played the colonial propaganda film in a loop, as if Ix was a paradise on earth. In fact, Leon knew that it was just a cover to cover up the suffering of the lower class of the hive.

The car drove to the elevator, but instead of staying in the middle level of the hive where the middle class gathered, it dropped directly to the bottom level of the hive, just like falling into the eighteenth level of hell. Just like Leon's current situation, it plummeted...

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Li Ang looked out of the car window. It was hard to imagine that living in the same hive city could have such a huge difference in perception.

The bottom layer of the hive city has no artificial micro-star lights, no new LED lamp beads, and can only rely on cheap luminous moss and old and low-quality fluorescent tubes for lighting.
The turbid air is visible to the naked eye; a large amount of inhalable particulate matter is floating in the air, and industrial waste leaking from pipes has formed fluorescent green "poison rivers", "poison lakes" and "poison pools".

The illegally built bungalows are made of industrial waste, the illegally connected electrical wires and network cables are as tangled as weeds, the gravity elevator is in disrepair, and the residents climb up and down the rusted metal ladders like monkeys and ants to work.

There was a constant rumbling noise in my ears. It was the garbage trucks unloading. The garbage from the top and middle floors of the hive was dumped to the bottom floor. "Junk pickers" wearing gas masks climbed onto the garbage dump to look for "treasures" that could be recycled.

Industrial machinery waste still has some value, but the real trouble comes from domestic waste. If it is not properly disposed of, most of it will rot in place, stinking and breeding countless mutant fungi and viruses.

The residents of the lower levels of the hive city seem to have long adapted to this smell, and have even "evolved" a certain anti-toxic physique, but the price is an extremely short lifespan and a very high probability of newborn deformities.
The environment is so harsh that even survival has become a challenge, so don't expect the road planning here to be very good.
The roads in the lower level of the hive city were like a chaotic maze. The fire escape passages were blocked by garbage, and the dark and narrow alleys were twisted and complicated. Thanks to the navigation device and the reliable guide sitting in the passenger seat, the driver did not get lost.

The car passed through a large slum and drove into the colonial government office area. It stopped next to a small building in the yard. The plaque outside the door was newly painted and exuded the smell of paint:

'Office of the Director of the Environmental Protection Department of Chaodu F Region',
When I think of the hellish scene outside the yard, I feel that the word "environmental protection" is really ridiculous in the lower level of the hive city.

The Governor's Office established this new department to imprison the noble illegitimate son of the Vilnius family.

Rather than being an office and dormitory building, it is more like a slightly more spacious and luxurious house arrest cell.

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Li Ang got out of the car and without receiving any explanation, he could only watch silently: the workers who got off the van behind him moved his luggage from the van into the small building.

Just like that, "Prince Ix" disappeared from the top of the hive, and the "Director of the Environmental Protection Department at the bottom of the hive" took over.
The combat hero with extraordinary abilities was relegated to the bottom of a well, unable to display his abilities.
The brain that should have been commanding thousands of troops can now only be used to repair the printer that is always short of ink and to type on the greasy keyboard.

Before leaving, the clerk of the Governor's Office said sincerely:

"Look at the slums outside the yard. This working and living environment is pretty good. The single-family building has an air purifier, and there are food trucks delivering clean food every day. You should be content.

No worries about food, no worries about clothes, plenty of spare money, easy work and plenty of time to slack off. As for other needs, I bet those pretty girls in the slums will do whatever you want for a full meal, hehe~
I, a social animal, am so envious, the clerks in the Governor's Office only have four days off a month~"

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It can be heard that the clerk is telling the truth and is really envious. This is a lucrative job that most people dream of, but Li Ang only has pain and loss in his heart.

Not everyone in this world pursues comfort. Some people always regard dreams as the most important thing...

Looking out the window at the dilapidated shantytown, the piles of industrial waste, and the taillights of cars gradually receding, Li Ang sighed deeply:
(Being kept in a pen like a pig, well fed and well fed, living a mediocre life, and then... dying without dignity...)