Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 402 401. It’s like eating from the pot first
About two minutes later, Miss Nana came out of the bathroom with a hot towel covering her mouth. The fear in her eyes had not yet dissipated when she saw the dancer again.

Cypher was carefully opening the metal shield, intending to observe its internal structure from a limited angle. Laika, enduring the discomfort of her stomach, assisted from the side.

"I can't take it anymore... Red Crossbow, just thinking about putting a device like this that precisely controls physiological activities inside makes me want to vomit..."

"Then go throw up and come back, and we'll continue our discussion."

Lycra fell silent, and Seifer reaffirmed that this was a major invention of the entertainment company. Traces of modification could be seen on the dancer's back, indicating that it wasn't just a crude removal of the brain for other uses.

On the bright side, this means it's impossible to use it to make smart street lights or popcorn machines, right?
Even better, the fact that entertainment companies have this level of technology means they must also have other recovery technologies.

We all learn skills from visions, how can we be weaker than ordinary people!
Miss Nana sat on her bed with her legs crossed, a little afraid to look at the dancer: "It's weird... Why do you do this?"

"It's obvious that we only need to recruit people who want to be on stage and train them well. Using this kind of machine... I don't understand."

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. Sefer doesn’t understand either, but it doesn’t affect his plan to take the evidence out.

Cypher tried to shrug. "Anyway, that's the truth you want to know. So you still think retirement is a normal thing?"

Miss Nana, who had just been grieving over the tragic fate of others, suddenly froze. Her strong empathy allowed her to immerse herself in this inextricable emotion, but...

Sef's almost inhumane statement also allowed her to put herself in this situation.

She raised her head a little stiffly: "Will I, will this happen to me too..."

"No you don't."

As she breathed a sigh of relief, Cypher continued, "It might be even worse. From what I've heard, only about 20% of the big stars before you are still alive."

"Of course, it's just that I'm still alive. I don't know how exactly I'm alive. Are you interested in knowing that 80%?"

"No, I don't really want to..."

Theoretically, if Seifer said a few nice words to comfort her at this time, and then promised to take her away from this place where she was about to be transformed from a "big star" into a "big star commodity", he would probably win a lot of favor.

It would have been a natural progression for some blockbuster movie to follow, except that Seifer was thinking about something else.

"Although I was somewhat prepared, I didn't expect the outcome to be so much worse than I imagined... and it happened so quickly, so suddenly..."

Miss Nana tried hard to appear relieved. "I thought... I could at least finish the concert in the academy city and leave a good impression on the young people here..."

"At least when I retire, I can leave behind some performances that everyone will remember for years to come..."

She was clearly smiling, with a beautiful and admirable face as if depicted by a painter, and a pair of lively eyes filled with sparkling mist.

However, she still tried to raise her head, suppressing the tears that were about to burst out and the pain that penetrated her heart.

She said in her beautiful voice, "Thank you... for telling me this. It helped me prepare myself mentally."

"There's nothing wrong with knowing in advance what outcome you might face..."

She muttered the latter sentence to herself, without saying it out loud.

The pair of braids, which made people envy their smoothness and question how they could be tied up so firmly, were scattered on the bed and drooped to the carpet. Coupled with the look of them trying so hard to hold up their hair, they were really pitiful.

"Please leave quickly... They won't bother me while I'm resting, so the defenses in this area should be the most lax." Miss Nana didn't scream or break down about what would happen to her in the future. She tried to calm down and instead worried about whether Seifer could leave safely.

This kind of character puts his own safety aside and cares about others first...

When Seifer stuffed the 'evidence' back into his body and put on his security uniform again, Miss Nana suddenly asked, "Is your body... also...?"

"No, you're being unfair to the entertainment company. They don't have the ability or the technology to create a body like mine."

He was about to leave immediately, but Seifer suddenly thought for a few seconds: "Big star, I have an idea."

"Just call me Nana. Big star... I'm not worthy of that title."

"Anyway, I have an idea. First, don't despair so quickly. Your 'retirement' should at least be based on following the process they've prepared. But what if the process itself can't be achieved?"

Seifer searched his body, took out the dagger, and handed the handle to her. "I'm not very familiar with your background, and I don't have the opportunity to get in."

"After I present the evidence, it will take some time to translate it into pressure from the big companies. During this period, unless the entertainment company has a mental disorder and launches an attack, this process will continue."

"If you don't want to become a vase, mural, home stereo, or bedding in someone's home at such a young age, why not try harder?"

Anyone who gets the dagger will naturally understand its function and no additional explanation is needed.

Miss Nana looked at the dagger, then suddenly reached out to grab it. Suddenly, she couldn't help but force out a strange smile: "My intuition... turned out to be correct. You are the one who came to help me overcome the difficulties this morning."

"I'm not."

"Well, you're not. I understand... but where do I use it?"

It was obvious that she was telling a lie. Miss Nana looked at Sefer with a smile. Her eyes, which had been misty just now, now only had a hint of radiant light.

Just these eyes seem to be talking and make people want to get closer unconsciously.

"Let me think about it. If you can get to the backstage control area, you can just plug it into any equipment gap that won't cause a major power outage."

"Physical contact will be enough. It doesn't require much strength. It would be even better if it was the master control core, but I don't think you can touch that kind of thing with your status."

"Yeah... I've got that in mind. It's for tonight's performance... It's okay, don't worry about me."

She smiled a little unsurely, put the dagger, which was a bit too big for her, under her pillow, and nodded seriously: "If... if it is really as you said, the company will definitely not bid easily. I think it will be an auction..."

"before that……"

"Until then, just perform normally." Seifer nodded his head. "The opportunity still exists. Think about what cards you have in your hand and what you can play."

As he said this, in the activity room of an ordinary staff dormitory in the satellite city of the entertainment company, a man in a worker's uniform was standing on the stage with a blood-stained white cloth tied around his arm.

"We need to think more and recall carefully why we came to work for this company, and why we became so deeply involved in the company that we even lost our own lives in the end."

The audience was crowded with dozens or even hundreds of employees who had similar experiences as him, gathered here, looking forward to and hoping to get inspiration from his next words.

(End of this chapter)