World version update

Chapter 76: Crazy World

After hearing this explanation, Lu Yan, who was sitting in the box, was silent for a long time.

Even though he had long since given up any expectations for the people in the cyber version, this level of madness still somewhat exceeded Lu Yan's expectations.

Looking at the steroid fighters being taken away like cargo, and the two fighters returning to the stage, Lu Yan couldn't help but ask softly:
"The mortality rate in the arena is high?"

“Very high!”

“Almost 99% of fighters cannot survive more than two years, and once they enter the arena, there are only two ways to escape this identity.

The first is to strengthen the body to a certain degree during the period of becoming a gladiator, so that the genes will undergo a natural transformation under the influence of psychic energy, thus becoming a true psychic.

Psykers can obtain official status in the middle city, not to mention the lower city, so it is easy to escape from the deathmatch.

However, the probability of this happening is too low. All fighters use the lowest-grade, inferior psychic potions. Unless one's own drug resistance and industrial-grade psychic energy absorption efficiency are sky-high, there is no chance of becoming a psychic.

As for the second method, it is to win 100 games in a row and be granted the opportunity of psychic transformation by the owner of the arena. After becoming a psychic, you can escape from the arena.

However, a psychic transformation costs at least two million, and the owner of the arena is not willing to pay this money. As long as the number of matches reaches 70, the owner of the arena will do everything he can to make him fail. "

At this point, Quentin sighed and added:
"Even if you become a psychic, it doesn't mean everything will go smoothly afterwards.

The Universal Corporation has special policies for psychics promoted in the Lower City, and the psychic tax will be greatly increased in the first three years.

New psychics coming out of the arena either sell themselves to companies in exchange for high salaries to pay psychic taxes, or they conquer a piece of territory in the lower city and become a leader to make a fortune. "

“This may seem like a way out, but it’s actually a dead end.

Selling oneself to the company is literally selling oneself. Most of the psychics who are promoted in the Lower City have their own strengths, and the company likes to use these newcomers for human experiments.

If they can survive, they might get some benefits, but if they can't, they will die. Ordinary psychics simply cannot resist the company.

As for conquering a piece of territory in the lower city, it is even more unrealistic. The people living in those garbage caves in the lower city have trouble even paying taxes, so where would there be any money to exploit?
The rich caverns have long been divided up by people, and the stable order cannot be shaken by new psychics."

Having said that, Quentin sighed deeply, his eyes full of helplessness.

The room fell into a long silence again. Quentin shook his head in disappointment and said:

"You may be wondering, if the mortality rate in the arena is so high, why do so many people still join it every year? Wouldn't it be better to choose a more stable job?"

A trace of gloom flashed across Quentin's eyes. He walked to the window and stared at the fighters on the ring. His strong arms slammed heavily on the glass and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's simple, because they have no choice!"

“As people from the downtown area, they have never had any choice since they were born.

There are no schools in the lower city, so they cannot learn knowledge and gain opportunities for advancement.

There are no jobs in the Lower Town area, and even the most basic factory jobs have long been replaced by automated assembly lines.

There is no hospital in the lower city. Once you get sick, the only way to treat it is to use low-quality psychic potions. If you are lucky, you can survive with an injection. If you are unlucky, you will die.

The vast majority of lower-class downtown residents can only work as scavengers, searching for valuable items to recycle in the mountains of abandoned garbage in the upper city.

If you are lucky enough to pay the sunshine tax and the third-class air tax in a certain month, you can go to the ground and enjoy the long-lost sunshine and the nervous mist of pleasure.

Those with bad luck can only curl up in the cave, barely paying the most basic taxes and eating synthetic food to fill their stomachs. "Those who choose to become fighters are unwilling to live such a muddled life.

Entering the arena and becoming a fighter would at least give them a chance to break away from synthetic capsules, eat real pre-made food, experience beautiful silicone humans, and enjoy a life they had never had before.

Most of them did not come here for the illusory identity of a psychic, their purpose was just to live in a different way. "

The box fell into a long silence, with only the breathing of the two people remaining.

After a long time, Lu Yan's voice slowly sounded:
“It’s a crazy world.”

Lu Yan did not denounce the Arena of Life and Death. Although these things happened here, it was obvious that the Arena was not the root of everything.

His eyes flickered, and all kinds of thoughts collided in Lu Yan's mind.

Originally, he just wanted to spend the next six months in peace, but what happened today made him change his mind a little.

At this moment, the door of the box, which had been tightly closed, opened, and a bald man with skin shining with the color of steel strode into the box.

Lu Yan used his psychic vision to clearly see that the bald man's original skin had long been peeled off and replaced with this layer of skin made of special metal.

Beneath the surface of the metal skin, dense psychic codes are neatly arranged, covering most of the body.

From Lu Yan's perspective, the bald man had definitely undergone a formalized psychic transformation, which was far superior to the half-baked transformation that Quentin had figured out on his own. His psychic level had reached about the fourth level of Qi training.

"Brother Quentin, long time no see!"

The bald man opened his arms exaggeratedly, looking warmly welcoming.

Quentin naturally stood up and gave a warm hug.

"Boss Shaq's fighting arena is so popular, he must have made a lot of credits recently!"

Shaq waved his hand and sighed:

“Don’t say anything. I’ve been targeted by the hyenas in the company recently. I’ve lost most of the money I earned, and there’s not much left in my pocket.

There are a few good talents in the arena recently, and I am planning to upgrade their psychic tattoos. I will have to trouble you when the time comes."

"I'll take care of this little thing."

The two of them sat down slowly while chatting and laughing. Shak looked at Lu Yan with a slightly serious expression and asked:

"Who is this?"

Lu Yan smiled and said softly:
"I came here this time to discuss a deal with Boss Shaq."

Lu Yan clapped his hands lightly, and Quentin immediately placed the password box in his hand on the table.

When the silver-white password box was opened, everyone saw the spiral-shaped DNA syringes inside, arranged in nine colors: red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, purple, white and black.

"This is the latest product of our Kowloon Pharmaceutical Factory, the Kowloon Power Potion!"

(End of this chapter)