Fault Utopia

Chapter 641 Extra: Lao Liu’s Daily Life (6)

Faced with Loli's request for live broadcast, Mothman cried. She lowered her head and choked, and some black oily substance flowed out of her insect compound eyes.

She said with a trembling voice, feeling extremely aggrieved: "Why do you have to make me live stream? I don't want to live stream. I really don't want to live stream anymore..."

The three-meter-five-meter-tall cyber monster was like a helpless child at this moment, his crying echoing in the reservoir. The sound was so miserable that even Loli's heart was shaken.

She is already like this, she has been driven crazy by the live broadcast, so don't force her.

But when she saw that the live broadcast effect was better and more popular as the other party cried, and that the gifts she received were worth several months' work, her heart suddenly made up.

Loli anxiously grabbed the other's insect-like forelimbs, "You can make money by live streaming, sister. Live streaming can help you pay off all your prosthetic loans! Live streaming can get your mortgaged body back!"

"I don't want it, I don't want it!!" Mothman's voice became unstable, her vocal cords began to make a crackling sound of electricity, and the data cable hair all over her body began to twitch.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and fiercely thrust the insect's forelimb into Loli's body. Her voice gradually changed from crying to hatred. "It's all because of you! It's all because of you!"

Facing the threat from the other party, the tearful Loli looked up and shouted, "Because of me? Because I brought you into this industry?! What else can you do if you don't broadcast live! You need to eat! You need to drink water!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go and save your sex slave!" Lao Liu urged the black man.

The black man locked up his combat prosthesis and glanced coldly at the loli who was still forcing Mothman to broadcast live. "I didn't expect that his appearance was so beautiful, but his heart was so dirty. I don't have any sexual desire when I look at him now. He doesn't deserve to be my sex slave."

Even so, Lao Liu's words made him rush forward again. "Stop doing this crap! The live broadcast room is starting to lose its popularity!"

"Fuck! Sign a profit-sharing agreement with my system AI!" With the roar of the chainsaw, the black man rushed up again and knocked down the Mothman in the distance.

Seeing that the two sides finally started fighting, Lao 6 immediately shouted excitedly. "Yo yo, the live broadcast room is getting excited!" "Gifts are flooding the screen! Charge up the black guy! Sports car gifts! Hawkmoth turbo!"

Just as Lao Liu was rapping to heat up the live broadcast room, Loli dragged her injured body to Lao Liu and yelled viciously: "Give me the share of the live broadcast! Otherwise, I will ask her to stop immediately!"

"Okay, okay, don't be anxious. As long as we can make money, everyone will have food to eat!" Faced with the threat, Lao Liu could only compromise and gave the black man and the loli a profit-sharing agreement respectively.

Loli huddled behind a broken concrete pipe, her trembling fingers running across her account balance. As she watched the virtual currency in her account continue to rise, the expression on her face kept swinging between greed and heartache.

But in the end, she made up her mind, took advantage of the moment when she was soft-hearted, and split it 55- between her and her crazy sister.

The Mothman now looked completely different. Her head was bent backwards at a strange angle, her compound eyes were cracked like spider webs, and the data cables disguised as fluff on her body had molecular chainsaws at the ends. These bloodthirsty metal tentacles followed the Mothman and danced wildly in the air.

"Bang!" The black man, with not a single piece of good flesh on his body, was thrown hard against the wall, smashing the concrete completely. It can be seen how great the force was.

Then the subcutaneous armor on his back exploded, revealing densely packed micro-missile launch nests. "Try my overload meal!" Twelve missiles burning with purple arcs were shot out in a spiral.

"yoyoyo~! Mothman mutates! (Danger~!) Advertising knife pops up! Black guy tears his skin (wow~!) Shows the recharge bar!!" "Supreme Salute blasts out my Decepticon flow! Every support makes my rhythm more exciting! Electronic Cricket Fighting, I will turn you into a technical flow!!"

At some point, other people appeared in every pipe on the wall surrounding the circular reservoir. They shouted excitedly. In front of them was a small live broadcast room floating. They were all anchors.

Lao Liu glared at them fiercely. "Damn it! These guys are trying to take advantage of my traffic!"

Mothman looked around and found that the reservoir seemed to have turned into the Roman Colosseum, surrounded on all sides by people who were excited and looked at him with boiling blood. They surrounded him, howling and grinning, just like the audience in the live broadcast room.

"I don't want to live broadcast anymore, I really don't want to live broadcast anymore," she shouted in collapse, but no one heard her say this.

She wanted to hide, but she had no way to escape. She wanted to find someone to rely on, but her last resort sent her to this arena.

Finally, with her emotions completely broken, she tremblingly raised the insect's sharp limbs, inserted them into her compound eyes, and completely pierced her brain.

The sound stopped abruptly at this moment, and everyone watched as the Mothman fell from the air into the water like a torn sack. With a splash, the heat in the live broadcast room quickly cooled down.

Like the receding tide, the people who were trying to take advantage of the traffic in the surrounding pipes disappeared, the live broadcast gifts stopped, and the revenue sharing also quickly stopped.

Lao Liu, Loli and the black man stood in the water. No one spoke. It was very quiet for a while.

Finally, the black man spoke. He looked at the body in the water and said with great regret: "People can't die. How can we make money if we die?"

Loli looked at the other two people as if seeking comfort, "Isn't it a bit bad for us to do this?" As she spoke, she started crying.

Lao Liu counted his account balance and said without looking up: "You are so fucking hypocritical. You sold out your friend and you're crying. Stop pretending. In the metropolis, money is everything. Money is more important than anything else. Everything else is fake."

"I don't want her to die! I just want her to pay off her debts. I just want her to make enough money to cure her cyberpsychosis. I really just want her to live stream for the last time!"

"Bah." The black man spat at her in disgust and pointed at Lao Liu's head threateningly, "Remember to pay me back when you have money, or I'll kill you." After saying that, he turned and left.

"Pay back the money? Pay back a bunch of money. I'm going to have sex with someone first. This time I can go to the city center. I've never been there before." Lao Liu said and turned and left.

As Lao Liu left with the lighting drone, the entire reservoir fell into complete darkness.

A few days later, the body of the Mothman disappeared from the reservoir. It was reinstalled with AI and, in the form of a skin, imitated the every move and smile of the anchor behind it. It lived in the live broadcast room that she hated and feared the most in the form of a puppet.
Until the day Sun Jack overturned everything.

"Fuck you! Are you saying this thing isn't a robot but a corpse? Old Six, you are such a fucking bastard, bury her for me! I don't care what happened before! From now on! Metropolis, I! Sun Jack has the final say!!"

(End of this chapter)