World version update

Chapter 74 Cave No.
Lower Town, Cave No. 33.

As one of the caves in the lower city, Cave No. 33 is different from most of the caves.

The biggest function of a normal cave is to provide housing for poor people who have no credit points and cannot pay the third-class air tax and sunlight tax, but this is not the case with Cave No. 33.

This cave was a renovated underground shelter left over from a former large enterprise, and it is one of the most prosperous places in the downtown area.

Here, human trafficking, contraband trade, extraordinary knowledge, and psychic creations are innumerable. Casinos and clubs are commonplace, and there are even several life-and-death arenas where hundreds of fighters fight every day.

It is said that if a fighter can win a hundred battles, Cave 33 will transform him into a true psychic by performing a psychic transformation on him.

It's a pity that only a few fighters can win a hundred victories, but the exciting fight still attracts countless spectators to watch, including some dignitaries from the upper city.

A modified large transport mine cart slowly stopped at the entrance of Cave No. 33, and Lu Yan and Quentin got off the mine cart.

At this time, Lu Yan had already changed out of his conspicuous robes, and his regular casual short-sleeved outfit was inconspicuous in the crowd.

On the contrary, Quentin, who was following Lu Yan, was tall, with a huge arm on his right hand that was as thick as his waist, constantly attracting either amazed or envious glances along the way.

In the cyber version, psychic transformation is a symbol of strength and wealth. The more deformed the psychic transformation is, the more frightening it can be.

Quentin was holding the silver-white safe in his left hand. He was already used to the gazes from all around him and did not react at all.

But there was still an indelible worry on his face.

"Mr. Lu, can these things really be sold?"

As they approached the entrance to Cave No. 33, Quentin asked Lu Yan with some concern.

Lu Yan rolled his eyes at Quentin in annoyance and said, "I asked you to try the medicine yourself but you refused. Now that we are almost there, you start to worry again.

If you really can't make up your mind, just turn around and go back."

Quentin was suddenly speechless and glanced at the silver password box in his hand.

The box looked gorgeous on the outside, with sophisticated mechanical carvings that gave it a hint of high-tech creation. The inside of the box seemed to contain precious things from the upper city.

But only Quentin himself knows that this seemingly gorgeous silver safe has nothing to do with high-tech creations.

The shape of this box was imitated from the luxury styles in the upper city, and it was made by hand using a discarded machine tool. The combination lock on it was also bought from a waste purchase.

As for the items inside the safe, Quentin was even more worried.

Two days ago, Lu Yan had a sudden idea and claimed to make potions to sell in order to fill the hole in the psychic energy tax.

Quentin thought that Lu Yan had some precious method of making psychic medicine, so he agreed immediately.

Who would have thought that in the next day and a half, Lu Yan threw Quentin into an underground pharmaceutical factory and asked him to repair the long-abandoned production line from scratch.

Moreover, Lu Yan squeezed out the last 5,000 credit points from him and purchased a batch of materials.

After Quentin tried his best to restart the rusty production line, he was dumbfounded when he saw the pharmaceutical process.

Both the operation of the production line and the raw materials indicate that the drugs produced by the factory are some conventional steroid drugs.

This kind of stuff is everywhere in the lower city, and it is not a new thing at all. The reason why the original underground pharmaceutical factory can make money by producing these is because the Jiulong Group used special means to evade the spiritual energy tax.

Without the burden of psychic tax, the cost of these drugs has been brought down, and the original pharmaceutical companies can make a lot of money by leveraging the price advantage.

Now Lu Yan is burdened with the high psychic energy tax and is still producing these cheap, low-level medicines. Quentin even doubts whether Lu Yan can make back the cost of materials.

After the medicine was produced, Lu Yan took the initiative to let Quentin try it, claiming that it could bring him one step closer to becoming a psychic.

Although Quentin was in awe of Lu Yan's mysterious origins and powerful methods, he was still unwilling to do things like testing drugs.

He was well aware of the consequences of using large amounts of these inferior psychic steroid potions.

The protrusion of the skull was considered a benign reaction, but the negative effects of flesh decay and intellectual decline were fatal. Quentin thought he had a good chance of becoming a compiler, so he was naturally unwilling to test the poison on himself.

Seeing Quentin's reaction, Lu Yan did not force him. Instead, he asked him to prepare a password box that looked good, and put the medicine into a special disposable syringe, ready to take it to Cave No. 33 for sale.

Quentin was skeptical, but considering that he was burdened with a huge amount of psychic tax, Quentin still honestly brought Lu Yan along.

When we reached the entrance, two sturdy black men blocked our way with their hands.

Quentin raised the personal terminal on his wrist expressionlessly and passed through the door, and then two deduction messages popped up.

[Credit Points-100]

After the payment was completed, the two black men made way.

Lu Yan glanced at the entrance with some curiosity: "Is it necessary to pay credit points to enter Cave No. 33?"

But after Lu Yan stepped into Cave No. 33, he understood the reason.

A sweet mist of nervous pleasure was floating everywhere in Cave No. 33. The concentration was so high that Lu Yan could even see wisps of pink mist with his naked eyes.

Looking up into the sky, there were several huge ventilation ducts connecting Cave No. 33, and the mist of nervous pleasure was drifting out from the ducts.

"Cave No. 33 is very close to the air transmission system of the lower city. The Universal Corporation will regularly release the Neuro-Pleasure Mist. The gangs that manage Cave No. 33 took this opportunity to connect these ventilation ducts to the air transmission system.

Once the neuro-pleasure fog is released, with the convenience of ventilation ducts and the closed space environment, Cave 33 can enjoy the highest concentration of neuro-pleasure fog, which is much better than the garbage that millions of people on the ground breathe.

It only costs 50 credit points per person, and you can smoke here for a whole day!"

At this point, even Quentin couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Many people around were even more exaggerated than Quentin. Some even fell directly on the aisles on both sides of the entrance, breathing out fog, and their bodies twitched from time to time to show that they were not corpses.

Lu Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he kicked Quentin on the thigh, interrupting his enjoyment.

"Lead the way!"

Quentin quickly woke up from his brief intoxication.

Surrounded by a fog of nervous joy, the two strode into this bustling trading market.

(End of this chapter)