Successors of all mankind

Inside the room.

Yu Le only threw one punch, and Shen Ji started to sing again.

He watched with satisfaction as the production line slowly turned; parts, tracks, robotic arms... everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

That's good. We don't have to worry about them going to extremes anymore.

This can be considered as giving an explanation to them and to myself.

Even in that short time, Yu Le was surprised to find that an unknown device had already been produced on the production line.

The object was carried by the conveyor belt and landed steadily in the bag that had been prepared beforehand below.

This should be the thing that Daimon and the others are responsible for producing using the divine machine, but we don't know what it's for.

Oh, another one has been created.

Yu Le stood in front of Shenji, watching the production line spin faster and faster, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

He didn't see any raw materials or wires—the latter could be understood as nuclear power, but where were the raw materials?

Could it have been installed inside beforehand?

Otherwise... could it have been conjured out of thin air?

Yu Le was amused by this idea.

If it really appeared out of thin air.

Doesn't that mean the machine spirit really exists? And if the machine spirit exists, then he'll have to re-examine whether he was really taken away by the weasel.

Yule believes that the most likely explanation is that the machine's problem is not serious.

It's just that it's been around for so long that something has gone wrong, and all you need to do is smash it to violently restart it.

After all, Yu Le remembers that many appliances in her family were like that when she was a child; they would look broken, but if she tapped them a few times, they would be fine again.

Especially that old color TV at home!

They considered the gate a religious relic, so they dared not take any violent actions.

It's estimated that they rarely even touch it.

So I just stumbled upon this by sheer luck.

This must be the truth.

I think so.

Yu Le looked at the increasingly fast-moving machine in front of him with suspicion. Could it really be that the machine was overjoyed and then stole something from subspace?

Otherwise, this machine spirit is too bizarre, isn't it?

To be happy only after being smashed or something...

Yu Le shook his head, feeling a sense of unease, and as soon as he stepped out of the room, several feet pounced on him from behind.

They intended to kneel down to express their gratitude, but when their eyes fell on the rapidly spinning conveyor belt inside the room, they widened their eyes and froze on the spot.

"W-this!!!"

The gate opened its mouth, but didn't utter a single word.

On the track, as soon as one compound gear is put into the bag, the next one is already lined up at the edge.

The speed was unbelievable; they didn't even have time to count before they saw the third and fourth roll into the bag one after another.

“Chief…” The companion who had been worried about the raw materials had changed his voice. “Didn’t you say the raw materials were all gone?”

He clearly remembered that he was the one who led the people to empty the place!

The gatekeeper ignored him.

He stared intently at the powerful machine, only one thought echoing repeatedly in his mind:

In the past, when Machine Soul was at its most active, it would only take one per hour.

When I'm not really interested, I might only eat one or two every half hour.

The slaves were given a quota of 240 per month.

Two hundred and forty!

They had to beg and worship the machine spirits, and take everything they could to pay back taxes, just to barely scrape together enough.

But what about now?

He silently did the math. From the time he ran to the door until now, he had only been catching his breath for a few minutes at most. Two minutes? One minute? He even felt it might have been less than a minute.

Five.

At least five were already lying in the bag.

"Chief, have we gotten into trouble?"

Another companion couldn't help but tug at the door's sleeve; the scene was no longer a surprise to them, but a horror.

"This...this isn't right. Why is Shenji acting like he's gone mad?"

"Shut up!"

The gatekeeper hurriedly reprimanded the other party, but subconsciously took two steps back.

He was afraid.

It's not that I'm afraid the machine will break down; it clearly doesn't look broken.

What he feared was the underlying reason, which he couldn't possibly understand.

Why is Machine Soul so happy?

What did they do to make the machine spirit so happy?

No. He didn't do anything. He just stood outside, not even having time to recite anything.

So the answer is clear—what did that person do?!

But what did we do?

The gatekeeper's gaze abruptly shifted to Yu Le, as if he were looking at someone who transcended the category of "nobles".

Yu Le felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but remained expressionless, simply asking a question:

"What? Is there a problem?"

They quickly came to their senses and then all prostrated themselves on the ground, saying:

"No, sir, we... we're just so happy!"

Chapter 14 The Wisdom of the Bottom

If the gate already held Yule in awe.

Now, as they discovered the anomaly of the divine mechanism, this awe reached its peak.

This is definitely not an ordinary nobleman; they are likely to be a powerful and influential figure in the slave community.

At this moment, Da Men no longer had any intention of attaching himself to Yu Le.

He was merely the headman of a third-class settlement, of lowly status. He was not literate, and his name was so obsolete that he could only use something like "Da Men" (大门).

But that doesn't mean he's stupid.

On the contrary, the goal is to survive in such a place and become a chieftain.

He needs courage and intelligence far exceeding those of others.

Therefore, he was very clear about one thing—when the gap between the two sides is too large, don't even think about trying to curry favor with them; that's not a good thing.

With such a disparity in levels, the other party's good intentions may turn into malice that you can never bear.

For example, right now, although this adult has helped them repair the divine machine.

They have weathered the most critical crisis.

However, this also presented them with a very troublesome problem—if the divine strategy only worked when this person was present, then it wouldn't be a big issue. They also gained a small but significant advantage.

After all, the nobles of Nol were given a quota of 240 compound gears per month.

It will probably be ready in a little while.

But what if this person leaves and things remain the same?

A divine machine that operates almost non-stop, producing abundant output every minute.

Do they, this kind of trash, even deserve to possess such a sacred relic?

Of course, the adults above probably still look down on it, but that's precisely because the adults above look down on it that it's the most dangerous thing.

Big shots have pride and will always show some courtesy, but it's a different story for the lower-ranking people.

They were both adept at manipulating their group and utterly shameless and greedy...

Therefore, it would be good if the slaves of Nor took it back.

Even if this important person spoke up for them, it wouldn't work.

Because that's only temporary stability. After all, everyone knows that the gap between them and such benefactors is too great, and the other party won't remember them forever.

I've given you enough favors, so just keep smiling to yourself. Don't think you can gain even more!

Therefore, the gatekeeper sincerely hoped that this person could leave their settlement as soon as possible.

Firstly, there are the factors mentioned above. Secondly, there's a more realistic point: to such important people, this kind of desolate place is no different from a latrine.

They can still tolerate it now, only because the other party is in a predicament, and they have also saved them.

The longer it goes on, the more of this patience is lost.

Their good reputation in the eyes of influential people naturally diminished, even turning into a negative number.

The best thing is that this esteemed person can be taken away by his guards right now.

In this way, their magic weapon was repaired, the benefactor remembered them, and they had considerable time and space to operate it.

Thinking of this, the gatekeeper immediately said:

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. So please allow us to contact the slaves of Norl now. After all, your guards probably won't be able to find you for a while, sir!"

Help this fake aristocrat connect me with the real deal?

Haha, what a joke.

Yule directly refused:

"Need not."

"grown ups?"

The gatekeeper paused, then looked up blankly.

Yu Le, however, looked into the distance and said:

"I haven't even received the heads of those guys who offended me yet!"

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the door.

Oh no, I forgot about that!

Tin Can went off alone to chase after the scavengers who had offended the nobles.

Although he believed in the tin can, what if it failed?

Or what if it timed out?

How will they explain this to this adult?

It seems this official has taken this matter to heart! This isn't something that can be easily dismissed with a few words!

Daimon felt that the more amiable a noble family like Yule was, the more intolerable they must be.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to establish themselves in the aristocratic class, where the cannibalism was even more ruthless.

So, what should I do?

After swallowing hard, Da Men hurriedly nodded and said: