Ling Cage: I come from Hisakawa

Chapter 259 Action (Part 1)

4068 looked around a few times, making sure the hunters were far away, before biting the flashlight with his teeth, reaching to his waist, and pulling out a short knife.

He inserted the knife into the gap between the watch and his fleshy arm.

The blade grazed the fleshy arm with an unsettling snapping sound, but 4068's attention was entirely focused on his watch, and he paid no attention to the sound.

Invisible pheromones escaped from the wounds in the flesh and soil, seeping into the surrounding air.

4068 stared intently at his watch.

He pinched the watch strap with one hand and used a knife to cut it with the other.

squeak-

The blade made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the watch strap.

This watch strap is made of solid gold, and 4068 broke off a clasp after only a short time.

One link of the clasp is nothing, anyway, this watch will eventually be given to 4277. 4277 has a thin wrist, so several links of the clasp will need to be removed before she can wear it.

Click!

The watch fell into 4068's palm.

4068 looked delighted.

Such a beautiful watch must have been very valuable in the old world. 4277 has always liked mechanical things, and after receiving his gift, she might just accept his marriage proposal in a moment of high spirits.

Hehehehehe.
4068 revealed a lewd smile.

Snapped!
Suddenly, a hand landed on 4068's shoulder.

4068 shuddered in fright.

4079 leaned closer and whispered, "4068, are you out of your mind? You dare touch the flesh and soil?"

"There might be a spinal worm inside!"

4068 shoved 4079 away impatiently: "Get lost, don't scare me. The disaster has been going on for decades. Even if there were any spinal worms, they would have left by now. If they had stayed in this godforsaken place, they would have starved to death long ago!"

4079 scratched his head.

What 4068 said seems to make some sense.

"What are you two doing?" someone asked from behind them.

Without turning his head, 4068 said, "Why do you care about your grandfather?"

The person behind “4068” spoke in a cold tone.

This voice doesn't sound familiar.

4068 belatedly realized something was wrong, turned around and saw that it was a hunter with a gun.

He was startled and his knees instinctively went weak.

But the next second, he straightened his back and asked, word by word, "What's wrong?"

"During the operation, you are not allowed to touch any items without permission, especially not the flesh and soil. Don't you know that?" the hunter said with a grim expression.

4068 pouted: "What's wrong with me touching it? Do you think it's still the same as before?"

The hunter paused for a moment.

"Lord Mark has abolished the Three Laws. Now there are no Upper Class and Common Class. Your status is no higher than mine, yet you want to teach me how to do things?" 4068 said arrogantly.

"Just do your job!"

This speech was fluent and eloquent.

The surrounding dust dwellers were all dumbfounded.

4068, how dare you speak to the hunters like that?
But the words came back again.

There is indeed no longer a distinction between Upper Class and Dust Class; they are now on the same level as the Wilderness Hunters. Although 4068's tone was a bit harsh, it didn't really cause any trouble.

“You—” the hunter exclaimed angrily.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Mark really shouldn't have let a mortal like you rise in rank. I will report to Lord Mark your unauthorized touching of the flesh soil, and you can forget about participating in any ground activities next time."

4068 was stunned.

this.
Although the Three Laws are no longer in effect, the safety rules remain the same. No one, including hunters, may touch the Flesh Soil without authorization, as this could alert the nearby Spine Worm swarm.

If the swarm of spiny worms is disturbed, not only must the operation be canceled immediately, but there is also a risk of serious casualties.

If his actions are reported, he will likely be barred from participating in ground operations in the future, and the Dust People will not sympathize with him, since he violated the security regulations first.

However, feeling the astonished gazes of the surrounding dusters, 4068 felt an unprecedented surge of courage.

"Do you think I care about participating in ground operations? If you don't let me come, I won't come at all!" At this moment, 4068 was extremely tough.

"Heh, a petty person who has achieved his goal." The hunter snorted heavily and turned to leave.

He didn't want to see 4068's face anymore.

But out of a sense of responsibility, he still warned the other mortals: "Keep an eye on 4068. Don't let him kill you all. If he alerts the Devouring Beasts or the Spine Gu swarm, no one will die in your place."

At the front of the group, Mark and Ran Bing spotted a large creature.

"What the hell is this thing?" Mo Cheng shone his flashlight, staring at the terrifying behemoth before him, his face showing a mixture of fear and dread.

Directly in front of them was a large sphere made of hundreds of corpses mixed with earth.

The fleshy figures on the ball showed a variety of expressions: some were panicked and fearful, some were calm and composed, and some were laughing and ecstatic.
We don't know what they each experienced in the final moments of their lives.

"The husk left behind by the metamorphosis of a large Devouring Beast." Ran Bing recognized it at a glance.

"Judging from the dust on the ground, it should no longer be here."

"How do you know it's gone? Stay alert, okay? Be careful not to get your head bitten off!" Mo Cheng muttered.

Ran Bing raised an eyebrow.

The next second, she rushed straight toward the body, as if she wanted to climb up and take a look.

"Stop," Mark said in a deep voice.

Ran Bing slammed on the brakes: "What's wrong?"

"You're a team leader now, how come you're still so careless?" Mark frowned. "No matter what happens, as the team leader, you shouldn't put yourself in danger, understand?"

Ran Bing shrank back: "But don't you often take risks?"

“I take risks for the team, and sometimes it’s indispensable,” Mark reprimanded Ran Bing without any politeness. “What was that you just now?”

Ran Bing retorted, unconvinced, "I'm sure there's nothing inside."

“That won’t work either. You need to remain composed so that everyone can trust you without reservation when danger arises,” Mark said seriously.

Ran Bing fell silent.

She understood everything Mark was saying.

This might be the last time Mark goes on a mission with her, and she wants to make a good impression on him.

“Mo Cheng, go up and take a look,” Mark said in a deep voice.

"Me?" Mo Cheng looked completely bewildered.

"No, Ran Bing can't take risks, but I can?"

"Am I not important?" Mo Cheng pointed to his nose, looking aggrieved.

Mark raised his leg and kicked Mo Cheng in the butt.

"Ouch!" Mo Cheng clapped his hand over his bottom and jumped out.

Mark calmly said, "Everyone in the team is important, but some people are even more important. If I tell you to go, then go. Don't talk nonsense to me."

"This is discrimination!" Mo Cheng complained.

However, as he complained, he climbed onto the shell left behind by the Devouring Beast, and talking did not hinder his agile movements at all.

He crawled to the opening in the shell and shone a flashlight inside.

The huge claw marks extended inwards, finally disappearing from the crack in the ceiling.

"Safety."

"This big guy has left from up there."

(End of this chapter)