Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The sky was always gray, thick smoke billowed from the city chimneys, and vehicles that had been repeatedly repaired and whose production date was difficult to determine huff and puff through the streets. As a market town, this was considered one of the more prosperous places in central Kazdel.

Between the ruins and newly built buildings, dilapidated tents and various shops and warehouses create a unique kind of prosperity, different from Longmen Commercial Street. People mingle and gather under the sunshade tents, and the various hawking cries and noisy bargaining make it impossible to hear what people around you are saying even if you are a few meters away.

Everything is sold here: guard guns stolen from the Saktas, weapons forged from factory-produced iron ingots mixed with exotic iron, and all sorts of strange and unusual tools. Of course, there's also a wide variety of fresh fruits and vegetables at exorbitant prices.

The northern slopes near the Dividing Mountains are steep, but they also mean abundant mineral resources. The Iberian Plate pressed down on the Letanian Plate, forming the Dividing Mountains, a fault-type mountain range with a steep side and a gentle side.

The northern slope, being a plate segment, naturally has layered rock strata like a cake and extremely rich mineral resources. The golden Origin Jade Mine is like cloudberry jam between rock cakes, squeezed out by gravity and geological stress, forming mineral belts.

“Rabbit Valley Mine, exclusively mined by Rembit…” Vasily kicked the metal sign on the ground. The rusty metal sign had fallen off the wire fence. The mine behind the fence seemed to have been abandoned for some time. An old notice was posted on the sign at the entrance.

The gist is that Rembiton Mining Company has decided to sell local exploration rights through monthly auctions. If Originium minerals are detected, the buyer is free to mine as much as they can in a month.

They weren't doing this for charity, of course. The shallow minerals here had already been completely mined out. The company's geological experts had stated that the large-scale mineral belts here had been exhausted, and even if there were any newly formed or missed veins, they were the kind that lacked commercial mining value.

Even if the other party finds one or two rich mineral deposits, it won't help because it's a low-probability event, just like gambling. Someone will always win money, but the house will never lose.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The barbed wire door was pounded on loudly;

"Who goes there? Are you a new prospector?" An old Sarkaz gatekeeper pushed open the door and came out.

“What prospectors?” Vasily slammed a document onto the senile Sarkaz man. “This place is ours. We’ve bought the whole thing.”

Rembitox Minerals could not possibly refuse the offer to exchange a new mine in the northeastern section of the Dividing Mountains for a mine that had been exhausted and was no longer commercially viable.

They did consider whether there might be other rare minerals below, but unverified speculation is never as important as the quarterly financial statements.

The board of directors doesn't care about your long-term vision, and they don't care whether there might be more valuable relics or minerals down there.

Unless you can prove your hypothesis and provide sufficient evidence to convince the board, they will only care about this quarter's financial report.

They only remember that you rejected a proposal that could have kept the company highly profitable for the next few quarters, all for an uncertain one that would require additional investment and drag down dividends.

Clearly, the CEO didn't want to be fired so soon. So, the board's will naturally took precedence; after all, even if it turned out there was something down there, it wouldn't affect his salary.

Rabbit Valley Mine didn't actually have anything of value. Old Xia bought it simply because the land was flat and close to the market and industrial area of ​​central Sarkaz, making it suitable for building a shunting station and freight station for trains.

Before the old man Sarkaz could verify the authenticity of the document, the impatient engineering vehicle smashed through the barbed wire fence and entered the mine. The automatic paving equipment laid the carbon nanomaterial track all the way to the center of the mine.

More supplies and personnel will be delivered next to begin construction. Eventually, this will become a complex shunting station, capable of accommodating at least four trains for loading, unloading, shunting, and maintenance. Afterwards, two gantry cranes will be procured and installed nearby for handling large quantities of cargo.

"Whoosh!" A train, a week behind the construction team, roared through the desolate wilderness under the setting sun, passing through the abandoned miners' slums outside the mine, while the residents of the new miners' slums watched in astonishment as this long steel dragon swept past in the distance.

"Slow down, stop at the station!" With the sound of the whistle, the train slowly came to a stop. The makeshift platform was densely packed with laborers hired by the advance troops. These Sarkaz laborers were attracted by the amazing pay of "20 kilograms of refined starch per day, paid daily".

If priced in monetary terms, the local labor remuneration for a porter, based on normal work efficiency, is about seven cents per day. The money here refers to a Sarkaz silver coin weighing about half a tael, or about 20 grams.

Seven silver cents could buy about 2 kilograms of "mixed flour," a powder mixture made from 30% green wheat, 50% crabapple, and grass roots, which was barely enough for a strong laborer to make a living.

By comparing them, you can see how amazing the daily wage of 20 kilograms was for the local laborers.

As dusk fell, under the industrial lights on the truck, the laborers, drenched in sweat, unloaded packages and boxes, loaded them onto handcarts, and hauled them to a distant market warehouse for storage.

The wounded were sent to the simple barracks built by the advance engineering team to rest. The new recruits, after a fierce battle, performed well, and their morale and mentality were relatively stable. These heavily armed men also maintained order in the vicinity.

In the distance, the lights of the market town also came on. In the town center, unlike the bustling market and the impoverished slums, and unlike the factories with their harsh environments, there were rows of buildings with a Sarkaz style, and colorful lights shone on the buildings, making them incredibly beautiful.

That place is known as "Crown Street," the most bustling and prosperous central area of ​​Kazdel, as well as a famous entertainment district and red-light district. The Sarkaz are called demons, but in reality, there are many ethnic groups within the area.

Among them, the Sarkaz with curved horns are commoners rather than royalty, while those with right-angled horns are royalty. They mainly live in the south. Among the Sarkaz with curved horns, those with heart-shaped tails and black hair, and whose horns are coiled forward, are called "succubi".

The men are handsome and slender, while the women are petite and voluptuous; they are among the Sarkaz peoples most likely to produce strikingly beautiful men and women. Of course, they are also among the lowest of all the Sarkaz tribes.

Succubus is not a compliment, because they do not own their own land, and even as mercenaries, they lack the burlyness and strength of other Sarkaz.

Therefore, the jobs they were capable of were very obvious, just like the musicians and prostitutes of ancient times. W was a purely exceptional case, and a very lucky one at that.

"I know you all really want to go over there and have some fun, but... no..." All the new recruits and even some Yeti veterans looked disheartened. Just two kilometers away was Terra's most famous top-tier entertainment district. Many of them had brought all their savings with them before setting off. They didn't have the money to see the world before, but now they had the money and were here, only to be told they couldn't go.

"I know what you're thinking, but let me make this clear first: we don't have any extra medicine prepared. You, the military doctor, will handle it."

"Ahem, although I know those little succubi are very tempting, especially the type like Boss W. However, we really don't have antibiotics prepared to treat certain diseases. If you get infected, I can only prioritize saving your lives." The female medic revealed a sinister smile.

"On the battlefield, when faced with such a severe infection, the only solution is usually to prioritize life and perform amputation," she said, making a cutting gesture. "We're running low on anesthetics, so to spare you from suffering, I specifically asked the logistics team to maintain all the scalpels. They're absolutely sharp; one cut and it's done." All the new recruits' faces turned green.

"So, for this reason, I don't allow anyone to go shopping over there. Of course, you can go if you insist, but the medic has explained the consequences to you. Think it over." Petrenko shrugged.

"However, the logistics and personnel department will be going there later. Ah, not to book group tickets for you, but to hire people. But, a batch of new people will indeed be coming in later, and whether you can handle it depends on your own efforts."

In a place like the military, where men congregate, a group of bachelors isn't a solution. While human trafficking is heinous, in this social context, it could be seen as a rescue. However, in principle, forced allocation wouldn't be implemented; treating people like livestock for breeding would be too much.

The logistics department would not choose pretty girls who didn't know anything, but would prioritize strong, healthy girls who had not picked up bad habits.

After all, their main job is to work at the station as staff and logistics personnel; places like the kitchen and clothing factory are where they work.

However, organizing regular social events is a good idea, since a bunch of single guys gathering together is bound to cause some trouble sooner or later.

In addition to the girls, they also needed to recruit and train a large number of station laborers, and even recruit new soldiers.

[PS]

Let's do a count: how many people would want to seduce a Sarkaz succubus like W?

Chapter Eight: Authentic Donkey Meat Hot Pot... and a Television!

chapter eight

"Neural link to 'Life Flow' detected, Sailboat K-01 Guiding Array responding..."

"Guiding Matrix 'The Omniscient'... 1.7%, Reading terminated..."

"Hiss!" Kal'tsit, wearing only a thin surgical gown, sat up from the operating table, raised her hand to cover her head, and heard a sound echoing in her mind. Disorganized fragments of memory and knowledge were being forced in in an extremely brutal and unreasonable way, making her brain feel like it was boiling.

"Is this the truth you're talking about, Doctor?"

"No, this is only a part, or rather, it was originally supposed to be your memory, but..."

There was a slight mishap. This body shouldn't have had any consciousness; it should have just been a mass-produced blank shell.

“Hiss… What is the constellation Sail? And what about that ‘Omniscient One’…” Although Kal’tsit prides herself on knowing everything, she is actually just someone who has lived a long time and has a wide network of connections.

So she just knows a bit more, and it seems she learned this catchphrase from a doctor or someone else, but she doesn't seem to remember who it was.

“The constellation Sail is the embodiment of the wisdom of the ancient inhabitants of Terra. In other words, the Omniscient One is the being who can understand and apply all the wisdom and knowledge of the ancient inhabitants of Terra.”

"But all I can feel is obvious nerve pain and hallucinations. Are you sure this technology works?" Kal'tsit couldn't perceive anything except for intense nerve pain and occasional hallucinations.

"Because the Sailboat constellation is incomplete, the true 'omniscient one' does not exist." The complete Sailboat constellation is the brain matrix of the entire Terran ancients, and there are only 6000 of them now, after deducting the other modules.

“You still need some time to adjust…” The Doctor adjusted the solution in the test tube and gave Kal'tsit an injection in the neck. “Alright, I’ve given you the blocking agent, so the neural connection isn’t as noticeable now. Next, you need to rest well and let your nervous system get used to this feeling. That’s how I got through it.”

"By the way, I've removed the Originium crystals from your body."

"Wait! Originium crystals!?"

"It's not like you haven't seen it before, what are you shy about?" The doctor slapped her on the head. "Turn around and show your back, I'll put the M3's construction controller back in for you."

Kal'tsit's face was almost completely red. Biting her lower lip, she turned around with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, untied the belt of her surgical gown, revealing her smooth, fair back. "It will hurt a little, bear with it, but I think you should be fine."

The doctor picked up the shrunken M3 and placed it on Kal'tsit's back. The sharp Originium feet quickly pierced into the muscles and connected with the spine.

The process was extremely painful. Even though it wasn't the first time Kal'tsit had endured such pain, she couldn't help but let out a low groan and her face turned pale.

"Alright, you'd better get some rest for the next few days."

"PhD……"

"What is it?"

"It's nothing, please take care of Amiya and Rosemary."

"Okay." The doctor packed his things and walked out the door. "I'll give them a thorough medical check-up, and then..."

"Huh! You get back here right now! Ouch!"

"Rhodes Island is as peaceful as ever today - (drinks blood tea)" Dr. Fawarin held her teacup, looking like a retired old cadre, as if she had already settled into a life of no desires and no wants. The noise next door did not affect her at all.

Aretosha, medical room. "The Originium concentration has dropped to a safe level. I've told you so many times, don't use that Originium Arts recklessly." Xia Lin packed up the dialysis and filtration equipment and placed a small clump of Originium fragments in front of Yelena. "Think about what would happen to you if this stuff hadn't been filtered out, since it's circulating in your body."

"It's nothing," the white rabbit seemed completely unfazed by the fear or wavering. "Next time, I'll still do it. You're right, but I just won't listen!"

"Sigh—" Xia Lin scratched his head. Was this little girl going through a rebellious phase? Come to think of it, it should be around this time.

"What did those assassins find out?"

“There’s nothing suspicious about it. They haven’t contacted anyone. It seems Koschei’s abilities are quite strange. Unfortunately, I’m not an expert, and it’s difficult to study and counter the communication protocols and Originium effect fields.”

Xia Lin is not a communications expert, and his understanding of the Originium Effect is limited to its crude use. He knows nothing about the deeper logic and laws of the Originium Effect. Although Dr. Yod (the god of wisdom and reason) of Rhodes Island provided the formula for the Originium Effect, it is still beyond Xia Lin's ability to understand the entire derivation process and analyze its practical application.

The biggest achievement was the further optimization of its wet component system, which improved the reaction efficiency of the blade cooler and tower furnace, as well as the power of the Originium Battery.

Speaking of Originium batteries, Franka remarked, weighing the battery pack in her hand. Although she hadn't been issued any power equipment yet as a newcomer to the company's security department, the batteries used in vehicles seemed significantly lighter than before.

"I feel like this thing is familiar." Razer shrunk the battery to the thickness of a forearm and stuffed it into the engine. Not only was the size reduced, but the armored vehicle, which originally required six batteries to drive, now only needs four.

"Click!" Franka twisted the handle on the battery casing to lift up the inner core, which was a semi-transparent tube containing an unidentified dark gold substance. She threw this thing, labeled "waste electrolyte," into a special trash can, where a cleaner would collect it later.

Then, take a new tube of bright red battery fluid from the low-temperature chamber next to it and put it in. Next, add Originium particles, and the charging process for a car battery is complete.

The discarded Originium fragments and electrolytes are said to be taken to recycling departments for processing into new resources.

However, the two newcomers in the security department weren't quite sure how it was done. But that didn't stop them from liking how useful it was.

After the battery was replaced, the armored vehicle started up again and drove out of the garage. Razer and her team were tasked with patrolling the factory area, which was quite large, so they were assigned an armored vehicle.

As for why armor was added, it's a recent new regulation. It's said that some extreme infected individuals have infiltrated the area, and everyone is required to take precautions. Even Officer Swire has been much more cautious these days.

Little Tiger doesn't really like to flaunt his wealth. He rarely drives his own car or takes a ride to and from get off work. If he really needs to, he'll just drive a police car or hitch a ride with Old Chen.

However, these days she has been driving her own car obediently, and her clothes have changed from the Guard Bureau uniform or a simple but definitely not cheap dress to special combat gear. Those who know her understand that she is going to work, but those who don't might think that she is preparing to infiltrate the industrial area to investigate.

Meanwhile, Old Chen was busy checking all the files on serious crimes in Longmen and conducting random interrogations of serious criminals at the detention center. These tasks were beyond her authority, but Old Wei tacitly approved them and even sent his own bodyguards to assist her.

Old Xia doesn't have the bad habit of keeping everything to himself like people in Terra's riddles, although he can't directly cause trouble for Kosiche because there's no evidence.

However, this did not prevent him from directly sharing the evidence and examples he had obtained with all allies and even neutral forces.

In other words, even the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty now knows that someone can control the mind and emotions of the infected, and this effect may even have an effect on ordinary people. Moreover, this influence is subtle and gradual, and even the person themselves may not be aware of it.

This led them to suspect that there might be some hidden story behind the previous heinous cases involving infected individuals.

To be honest, these nobles don't care whether the infected live or die, but they do care if there's some kind of scheme or conspiracy behind it.

Moreover, some bureaucrats seem to have found the perfect excuse to absolve themselves of their crimes: "I didn't do it; someone made me do it."

This has made the recent international situation somewhat strange. Countries seem to have no energy to cause trouble with their neighbors, and some are even wondering if their previous decisions were influenced, and whether wars and conflicts were deliberately induced by someone.