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Chapter 580 Collector

ASG lightly nodded between his brows, and extended a probe from his precisely modified eyes, and lay on the rusty mechanical wreckage to examine it.

"Let me see... Hmm, a trace amount of special alloy, using the latest titanium metal frame. It should be some kind of secret box. Unfortunately, it has been permanently locked and no one can open it."

After saying that, he threw the incomplete secret box to the person beside him. ASG was his name, and also a part of his soul code. As a man who almost completely transformed himself into a robot, ASG had already prepared to upload the memory backup to the Internet when the remaining flesh was exhausted, and then prepare to control the perfect steel body built by himself.

His guest was dressed in black, with a hood covering most of his face, but a shadow still remained under the bright lights.

"No one can open it, but I believe that as a collector who has mastered the most advanced decryption technology, you will find a way."

After that, the guest handed over a card and placed it on the table: "As usual, no name card, only card and key. I believe that this price will satisfy you."

ASG, he prefers to be called the Collector. The Collector took the card and raised his eyebrows slightly, if the paint on that unrecognizable face was an eyebrow: "You are so generous, it seems to be a treasure. Come back in three days. Believe me, no one can open it except me."

After saying this, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Human wisdom has its limits, and I am the God of Machinery and the God of Collection. No treasure can slip away from my sight."

The guest was not surprised and stood up neatly: "I will come again in three days. Goodbye."

"No delivery."

When the collector was the only one left in the room, he stopped his rapid laughter, picked up the secret box casually, and without much movement, he restarted and cracked the secret box that had just been asserted that no one could open.

The collector curled his lips, he really liked these little movements, even though 90% of his body was made of steel, doing these little movements made him feel that steel had feelings, and he was also a living iron man.

"Tsk, someone would use this type of sealed box to store such outdated technology. What's even more ridiculous is that there are people who actually treat it as a treasure."

He casually threw the opened secret box aside. Finding all valuable treasures was his hobby, and collecting all meaningful collections was his lifelong pursuit. Unfortunately, this secret box was not within his collection range, which also prevented his dear guest from being attacked inexplicably, and then turning certain things into ownerless objects, and finally being kept by the kind-hearted collector.

As the palm was pressed on the console, a mechanical sound of approval was heard, and a long corridor appeared in front of the collector. Circles of lights lit up, welcoming its owner.

Walking through the corridor is the collector's treasure house. Every collection here is a rare treasure. The collector does not care about the value of these collections. His wallet can buy half of the planet, so his collections are not rare to others, but collectors value common rare metals, precious minerals, and high-tech.

He likes unique things, and also likes things that are crowned with the title of the best, so the collector's collection includes the tallest people, the strongest warriors, the most beautiful women, the most charismatic leaders... countless, no matter what it is, it will have value, and the collector will use the money that he has the most of. Buy them.

His collection includes bizarre-looking humans, radiation-mutated animals, ancient technology, and remains of lost civilizations, all of which are rare and one-of-a-kind pieces.

Some of these creatures are still alive, their lives prolonged by collectors using expensive instruments and devices, hanging alone in glass cabinets in exhibition halls, waiting for collectors to show off and exhibit them to visiting guests.

When they reach the end of their lives, they will be made into specimens by collectors and preserved forever in the collectors' treasure houses.

The collector looked at the glass case. Inside was a woman, whom he rated as the most resilient mother. He once made this mother watch helplessly as her two children were dismembered, crushed, and turned into flesh and blood. The collector promised her that if she could endure the pain that was enough to break the limits of the human body for half an hour without making a sound, he would let her children live and let them live an unimaginable life of wealth.

The mental torture devices used as torture instruments made the top executives of giant companies feel that they were somewhat inhumane, and thus gradually gave up using them, even though they would not cause any external scars to people, but would only make people's consciousness fall into painful depravity.

Unfortunately, the mother did not hold on for that long. As a price, she lost her two children, but fortunately, she kept her third child. Even though the unbearable pain caused her body to fall into a stress-induced coma, even though the pain broke through her subconscious defenses, even though she bit her teeth so hard that cracks appeared and her tongue was chewed and crushed by the spasms caused by the pain, the mother did not utter a word.

"What a great mother you are, salute you, my dear collection!"

The Collector bowed in greeting, even though he was facing a corpse whose heart had stopped beating. The extreme pain caused the mother to have a mental breakdown. After holding on until the time limit, she soon fell into a deep coma, and then died quickly without any physical injury.

He has the most devout and deepest respect for his collection. The collector feels that every piece of collection is his good friend, his love, and his dream.

This collection named "Mother" is the best collection he obtained from 18,364 experiments. Other mothers are not as great as this mother. They can't bear the great pain halfway through and watch their children turn into indescribable meat paste.

In addition, there are also slender finger bones without flesh and blood, skeletons that have been polished to a shine and are extremely smooth, specimens of lovers who embraced each other until death, and the spine left by a father who saved his children...

This is the collector's treasure house, his collection. From here, he can feel the most passionate emotional collisions and the most intense emotional fluctuations. These remaining fiery sensations will bring the collector a much stronger pleasure than the boring piston movements of men and women. He can even feel his high-speed iron body trembling and spasming.

"what?"

He sighed in confusion, then operated the device in front of him. The light curtain was unfolded, and the collector saw a doll with red and pink lines all over her body opening her arms, showing her naked and beautiful body to everyone. Unfortunately, there was only a silent sex doll in front of her, and no one could see this breathtaking beauty.

(End of this chapter)