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Chapter 573 Undercurrents Are Simmering! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

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One minute later.

All the members of the Aurora Society's stronghold became food for 'Lanus'.

The extraordinary properties of these low-to-medium sequences gradually coalesced under the divine influence of the 'Hanged Man' pathway.

This phenomenon may seem counterintuitive, but it actually follows the three core laws of extraordinary characteristics.

The law of conservation of extraordinary properties!
Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Properties!
The law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics!
If the extraordinary properties between sequences cannot be converted, then the situation of a true god without sequence 1 will not occur.

"That's not enough! This feature is far from sufficient!"

Mu Sheng sensed the situation inside 'Lanwus' and realized that to condense the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 3, at least a hundred more members of the Aurora Society would need to contribute.

"These guys aren't exactly good people anyway, let's just do a thorough cleanup!"

Holding the divinity of the 'True Creator' in his hand, Mu Sheng quickly divined the coordinates where the Aurora Society members were gathered, thanks to this strong connection.

"There are 4 more in the East District, 2 in the South District, 3 in the North District, and surprisingly, there's one in the West District too?"

Mu Sheng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

However, considering that Mr. A was killed by him in a noble villa in the West District, it's not so surprising.

next second!
His figure then vanished as a blurry mass of light and shadow.

Only a few corpses of Aurora Society members remained, gradually stiffening and decaying in the night.

That night, the Aurora Society suffered a devastating blow to its forces in Backlund.

More than sixty core members with an average sequence of 8 or above had their extraordinary characteristics removed and were drained of their lifeblood before dying.

Not only that, after discovering that the Aurora Society members in Backlund had also failed to fill 'Lanus's' stomach.

They then turned their attention to other cities!
He barely managed to accumulate the extraordinary traits he needed before sunrise the next day.

The price was the lives of all Aurora Society members in more than ten cities centered around Backlund!

"Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm."

Backlund, in the underground pipes of the East District.

As Mu Sheng hummed a song, he waited for the extraordinary characteristics of the lower sequences in the more than two hundred 'Hanged Man' pathways to be fully aggregated under the influence of the divinity of the 'True Creator'.

On an iron pipe connected to the toilet pipe of a residential building, there is only one eye left that remains conscious, 'Lanwus'.

She was hanging upside down with a huge pregnant belly!
"Oh, I almost forgot about you!"

Mu Sheng suddenly noticed the numbness and emptiness in 'Lanwus' right eye.

With a thought, the seal on Lanluus's consciousness was released.

With the seal broken, this fraudster's consciousness was exposed to the divinity of the 'True Creator' and the corruption of hundreds of extraordinary attributes.

His clear right eye quickly became cloudy, and before Lanius could even let out a few desperate and terrified screams, he completely lost his mind.

A few minutes later,

With the convergence of extraordinary properties complete, a chaotic and dark spiritual fluctuation erupted from Lanius's corpse.

"It's done!"

Mu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately plunged a palm into 'Lanwus's' stomach, peeling out a Sequence 3 extraordinary characteristic along with blood and flesh.

Sequence 3: Red Sun (3/3)

[Refining in progress]

Your existence is like the red sun in the sky, bringing hope and vitality to all living things.

You are the light in the darkness, the hope in despair!

Looking at the information on the panel, Mu Sheng stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

"This ability."

"Why does he seem so suited to be a Xihai speaker?"

"No, ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

"What 'Western Hai'? He's clearly a hero who dares to fight against oppression and exploitation!"

Mu Sheng felt as if his entire body was radiating a red light.

It's not just a feeling, it's really radiating light!
The dark, damp sewers were made somewhat solemn and majestic by this red light, which was filled with sacrifice and sincerity.

The red light penetrated the thick cement and soil, shining onto the ground in the slums of the eastern district of Backlund.

In a narrow, damp alley,

Reeking of alcohol, Marcos, wrapped in his filthy black coat, staggered out of the basement.

"Strange"

Marcos tiptoed around in the alley a few times and stretched his body.

He muttered with surprise, "Why do I feel so energetic?"

"Could it be that you didn't drink enough yesterday?"

With this question in mind, Marcos shuffled his feet toward the factory, intending to find a day-wage job.

He's already spent all his money, and if he doesn't start working soon, he won't even have money to go to the bar.

For Marcos, he could skip a meal, but he couldn't skip a drink!
The sun had just risen, but the streets were already bustling with activity.

Vendors pushing carts and hawking their wares, pedestrians hurrying along, and homeless children huddled together, shivering.

In Backlund, the East Wing always wakes up earlier than the other three Wings!
As he walked east along the street, Marcos noticed a curled-up, motionless body lying in the shadows of a corner when he passed an alleyway.

Normally, Marcos probably wouldn't even turn his head.

As the weather gets colder, homeless people in slums freeze to death every day.

However, today, for some unknown reason, Marcos inexplicably stopped and walked into the alley.

Because of the poor air circulation, the alleyway was actually a bit warmer than the outside.

That's probably why this homeless person chose to spend the night here!

Marcos approached the curled-up body and crouched down to examine it.

This is a homeless child, probably eight or nine years old, or maybe eleven or twelve. Homeless children are generally malnourished and look thinner and smaller than their peers.

"do you died?"

Marcos touched the homeless child's body; it was ice-cold, and there was no warm breath coming from his mouth and nose.

An unnamed anger suddenly welled up in his chest.

Marcos didn't even know what he was angry about.

For this homeless child who froze to death?

That shouldn't be! He's not exactly a kind person, and he doesn't even know this child.

Is it a case of people feeling sorry for each other because of their own kind?

Because of this child who froze to death, I thought about the future, that perhaps I too would freeze to death in some deserted corner.

But hadn't he already foreseen this future?
Marcos couldn't understand the source of his anger, so he simply stood up and silently walked outside.

As he stepped out of the alley, Marcos couldn't help but look back at the curled-up little corpse.

"What a bastard's world!"

Marcos cursed under his breath as he continued walking toward the factory, but his steps became heavier.

Not only him, but everyone in this area had a faint flame flickering in their previously numb and dull eyes.

That was anger!

An anger without any cause, without any reason, and without even a target for venting!

These angers were scattered and weak, as if they would be extinguished by a gentle breeze, and seemed insignificant.

But if the flames are gathered together, they can unleash an extremely terrifying power! Above the slums,

Mu Sheng floated in the void, silently watching the crowd below.

"Oppression, numbness, pain, despair."

"This place is practically the perfect breeding ground for evil gods!"

"The core members of the Knife and Hammer Guild have been captured for some time now. It's time to let these noble lords see the vast ocean of cattle and horses!"

With a thought, Mu Sheng issued a series of commands to each of his followers through the 'Infinite Illusion Realm'.

Then his figure blurred and disappeared!
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...

a few days later.

In a steel factory in Backlund, the ropes suspending steel suddenly snapped, and hundreds of tons of material crashed down.

"Bang!!!"

"Bang! Bang!"

A deafening roar, like an earthquake, instantly reverberated throughout the entire factory.

The steel structure shook on the ground before tilting and collapsing.

"what!!!"

"My leg! My leg is trapped!"

An unfortunate worker was struck by the collapsing steel, and his lower body disappeared under the hundreds of tons of steel.

"Anthony! Anthony got hit!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

When the workers nearby realized someone had been hit, they quickly called out to each other and rushed over to help.

However, even though these workers were all strong men engaged in manual labor, they were unable to move the hundreds of tons of steel.

"No, these steel bars are too heavy. We need to find steel cables and use a crane to lift them!"

"Yep!"

"Crane! Quick, find the ropes!"

Some people rushed to find steel cables, some stayed to comfort the injured and wailing Anthony, and others found crowbars to try and prop up the steel.

Just then, the manager in charge of the workshop, a fat man weighing about 200 pounds with a greasy face, walked over aggressively.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"What are you all doing gathered here? The factory pays you wages, do you think it's for a bunch of lazybones to slack off?"

"Get back to your posts right now! If you delay the mission, I'll fire you all!"

The workshop manager roared through his nostrils, looking like an enraged wild boar.

“Manager Rupert, we’re not slacking off. Anthony is trapped under falling steel, and we’re rescuing him!”

A worker stepped forward to explain.

The workshop manager then noticed Anthony, a worker whose lower body was pinned down by steel and who was moaning helplessly.

Upon seeing the blood-stained ground, the obese workshop manager instantly flew into a rage.

"That stupid piece of trash, who told him to stand under the steel?"

"Get him out of here right now!"

"You, you two are responsible for getting him out of here. Everyone else, get back to your posts immediately."

The workshop manager randomly pointed to two people and then shouted, "I want to see the workshop running normally within three minutes, or else..."

"The resulting losses will be deducted from your wages!"

"Get to work right now!"

After a fit of rage, the workshop manager was panting heavily, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

'These lazy bums who only know how to shirk their responsibilities, they'll cause me trouble if I don't scold them every day!'

The workshop manager took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the sweat from his brow while cursing under his breath.

The reason he cursed in his heart was not because he was afraid of angering the workers and getting beaten up; he wouldn't dare even if they had a hundred lives.

I'm just tired of yelling and need to catch my breath!

"Two people? How could two people rescue Anthony?"

"Are you trying to kill him?!"

Just when the workshop manager thought the matter was over, he heard someone angrily accusing him from behind.

"Who! Who said that!"

The workshop manager suddenly turned around, his movements as swift as a fat rat.

"You ungrateful scumbags! If it weren't for the Tesla factory, you trash would have starved to death on the streets long ago!"

The workshop manager's fat face twitched, and his already small eyes appeared even smaller under the pressure of the fat.

His tone was full of indignation, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"You not only don't know how to be grateful, but you even dare to complain?"

"Did I send him to his death? He was just unlucky. Why did the steel beam hit him of all people but no one else?"

"This is his fate!"

"Even if we rescued him in his current state, what good would it do? Half of his body is turned into mincemeat; rescuing him would just mean waiting to die!"

That's true. Given the medical level of this era, unless a high-sequence extraordinary individual with healing abilities intervenes, worker Anthony would have virtually no chance of survival given his injuries.

"You all have to have your wages docked because of a dead person who delayed the factory's work schedule!"

"You don't want your family to suffer from cold and hunger this winter because you can't earn money, do you?"

The workshop manager's words were full of threats, and his narrow eyes kept scanning the crowd, as if looking to see who would dare to object.

Under his intense gaze, everyone avoided looking at him, unwilling to be targeted as a scapegoat.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the workshop manager snorted coldly, glanced at everyone with disdain, and turned to leave.

'A bunch of vulgar, lowly laborers. I'll find an excuse to dock their wages later!'

'And that Anthony, they'll fire him in a minute!'

The workshop manager didn't take worker Anthony's accident seriously at all; this was normal, as it happened once or twice every month.

Of course, there will be no compensation for the accident. Not making Anthony compensate the factory for its losses is already the greatest mercy he could show.

"but."

Remembering how several people had contradicted him earlier, workshop manager Rupert frowned.

When did this situation begin?
It seems that after that hammer-wielding worker appeared, the workers became somewhat restless.

Fortunately, that union is about to collapse.

"A bunch of poor, penniless workers think they can turn the world upside down?"

Manager Rupert chuckled a few times and then put the matter out of his mind.

What he didn't notice was that the atmosphere in the factory had become increasingly strange since then.

The same situation is playing out in different places.

The workers who used to be like cattle and mules no longer seem to be as obedient as before.

(End of this chapter)