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Although he didn't know what Daniel was up to, he had to keep the clones around him in check first. Otherwise, if the other side destroyed the ship, he would have to swim to the center of the lake in his physical body, and by then his corpse would be marinated in endorphins.
Even if they use the Death Tattoo to tough it out, there are no other creatures in the middle of the lake to replenish their death energy. In the end, they can only wait for Angela to find and teleport a new ship.
[Should we use magic bullets to destroy your clone?]
"Don't!"
Du Jue immediately raised his hand to signal the clone to calm down, "Never forget why we set this goal in the first place. The Summit of the City is a tool for us to achieve our vision, not the whole thing!"
"I must never allow what I am determined to accomplish to be distorted into making wishes upon the stars!"
Du Bu wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly realized the intense discomfort that headquarters had been giving him. The feeling of being annoyed by everything was just like being in the city.
Carmen's desire to cure urban ills is commendable, and the ministers' following of her is also commendable. However, the current headquarters is nothing more than a factory that relentlessly kills people for the sake of its plans.
He's practically no different from Chef Yi Yin, who was striving to create his ideal dishes!
The elimination of clones only deepened the confusion: "Can't stars be used as a tool? Or can we achieve our goal simply by using them?"
These words immediately made Du take a deep breath in displeasure. It seemed that he would inevitably feel empty without Kaji, after all, he had lost the power and comfort that the part-time job card brought him.
But what prevents people from going there is no longer simply violence, but the original agreement with Kaji.
He looked at his sullen copy of himself, completely forgetting the comforting words he had just prepared.
“That was never a tool for human use, but a monster.”
"My desire to become the pinnacle of the city is simply to make the surroundings a better place. In fact, humanity's ultimate wish is to usher in a better tomorrow, but that is absolutely not a reason to place our hopes on monsters!"
"This counterproductive approach stems from a deep-seated disbelief that humanity can create a better tomorrow on its own! In reality, humanity can; at least we no longer need to hide in caves from the rain or pray to thunder!"
"Every specific dream and goal is merely a part of humanity's pursuit of beauty. To pick one out and expect a monster to achieve it is utterly ridiculous!"
"Because humanity's relentless pursuit of beauty has become a playground for monsters! What bullshit stars! What bullshit aliens! It's utterly absurd!"
Du Jue had never examined his work at Lobotomy Corporation headquarters so closely before; he was so excited that his eyes turned red, and veins bulged on his forehead and arms.
Even though there were no villains or troublemakers like those he had encountered before in front of him, an uncontrollable surge of anger filled his chest and choked his throat, making his voice hoarse.
That was no longer anger directed at any person or thing, but hatred for the wrong path before us!
"Only humans can fulfill human desires; nothing else can!!!"
Even the clone Du Jue was stunned and speechless when he saw the furious Du Jue. After hesitating for a while, he tentatively asked, "So, you mean..."
"I've fucking had enough of this farce! Right now, I'm going to end it all here!"
Du Jue couldn't bear to stay here even for a second longer. "Don't you dare bother me, or I'll kill myself!"
call! !
A powerful sea breeze filled with endorphins swept by, and large ships sailed into several waterways that flowed into the lake. Along with this came Daniel's voice, "See? Du Jue, you can't even trust yourself."
"Daniel, shut up!"
Enraged, Du Jue turned and pointed at his clone, who was still standing frozen at the edge of the deck, yelling, "Get to the helm and ram that idiot hive!!!"
"Fine, fine, what can I do? You're the pinnacle of the city."
The clone, unable to produce a wry smile, could only turn and walk towards the bow of the ship.
Daniel did not fall silent despite Du Jue's rebuke; instead, his tone became even lower, "Even if you share the same past, memories, and ideals, it only takes one irresistible threat to break the trust between you."
"Newcomers, please be aware that if you cannot kill me, one person will die every half minute."
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Chapter 239 Holes.
Bang! ! !
The large ship crashed headfirst into one corner of the hive, and the terrifying impact of its full-speed forward movement immediately compressed and deformed the bow. The abrupt stop caused the entire ship to capsize.
The two men, who had already jumped off the ship and were standing by the honeycomb hole, immediately stood up and looked up to see the same large ships coming from all directions.
The clone immediately spoke up: "It seems we are outnumbered now, and there are too many of these honeycomb caves where Daniel is hiding, which reminds me of the church in my church."
"Stop talking nonsense and go stop these people!"
Du Jue, who was bending down to check the situation, roared impatiently, only to find that the huge beehive under his feet was like a maze, with holes that were sometimes connected and sometimes disconnected, making it difficult to distinguish the correct path to enter.
Daniel's voice came through the holes and amplified, "Even if you can appease a few, a dozen or so, what if there are dozens or hundreds? The more people there are, the harder it is to maintain a false trust. You can't predict how many thoughts you might have."
Boom!
As large ships began to dock one after another, the clone Dujue, seeing this, immediately and anxiously reminded Dujue, who was still observing the route, "Hey, stop looking, why don't you just jump down!"
"Fuck you! Didn't you see this thing looks like rubber?!"
Du Jue got up and looked at the parts of the honeycomb that had been smashed by the large ship. The twisted and deformed parts were restoring their shape like a loosened sponge, pushing the ship away.
I just tried to cut it with a crusher, but the honeycomb material is like a stubborn plaster that I just can't break through.
[We're afraid we won't be able to provide you with remote support anymore. You have too many clones, and the head of the intelligence department believes that using magic bullets could easily result in friendly fire.]
thump.
A large number of clones jumped off the large ship that had docked at the shore, all in pairs, and all looked toward the two people who were moving toward the center of the hive.
The clone, Du Jue, gripped the Sword of Tears and turned to Du Jue, who was still observing the hole, shouting, "Hey, don't forget that the clone gets stronger the more you kill. You're not planning to slowly unravel the maze here, are you?"
"Shut the hell up and disturb me!"
Instead of scanning those complex tunnels and holes like a security camera, she shouted, "Angela! Quickly analyze the correct path for me, I need to get that guy out!"
[Data collection in progress, please wait.]
Daniel's disappointed voice rang out, the sound waves causing Du Jue, who was standing in the middle, to cover his ears uncomfortably, "It's no use, Du Jue, my heart is already riddled with holes, this is the bitter fruit of my unwarranted trust."
"Keep your voice down!"
Du Jue gritted his teeth and roared, "Do you even think a city is a real, existing entity?! Which is the city: city buildings or city dwellers? Of course, it's the latter!"
Pull out the blindfold and put it on, ready to jump into the hole at any moment. "The city is just a consensus reached by city dwellers! As long as there are people, even without a leader and the Wings of the World, the city can still be rebuilt!"
"And this tacit understanding is the minimum level of trust everyone has placed in us! No matter how many bitter experiences we face, they are not an excuse for stagnation!"
Daniel's sigh still echoed through the hole, "This consensus, too, is as fragile as a balloon, easily burst. As for the rest of the prohibitions, what are you waiting for? Do you think I can't kill the clones I created?"
Upon hearing this, Du Jue immediately turned around and found that his clones had been placed around the entire hive.
The clone, dressed in an ice and snow coat, asked earnestly, "Sigh, do you think I should change my name to something else so it's easier to recognize?"
Hey!
Is this the time to talk about these things?!
However, the clones in the distance unexpectedly spoke up.
"You know what, this godforsaken place probably can't fit 10086 of me, right?"
"Wait! I surrender. Don't use the Death Tattoo. If you want to kill, then kill them."
The clone with its hands raised immediately retreated to the edge of the hive.
Looking at the pirated spear in his hand, Du Jue, the replica of Yi, complained unhappily: "Useless Daniel! He can't even copy EGO."
"I feel like there's a piece of plastic stuck in my chest, and it's making me feel tight. Can't this copying process remove the useless parts? This card is useless anyway!"
"Damn it, you're supposed to be a minister, can't you at least give us some EGO? I hate things like turning into werewolves."
The other clone avoids using its misaligned eyes to watch the claws emerging from the fingers.
"Don't push me, are you crazy?!"
The tense atmosphere suddenly turned into chaos, much to the surprise of the two people at the center of the hive.
Based on analysis, there are currently three possible entrances to the tunnel.
Eliminating the honeycomb-like holes in front of him immediately highlighted three in red, which greatly encouraged him. "Well done, Angela!"
Bang!
Suddenly, the clone of the spear in his hand, which was still repeatedly observing it, grew six huge heads as if it had mutated, and its body burst open.
Daniel's slightly sorrowful voice drifted from inside the hive on the wind, "Taking someone's life, once you do it once, you can accept doing it again. Please understand, even without coercion, I am very skilled at this."
The clones remained silent for only a moment as they stared at the bizarre way the bodies died.
"That's it?! I suggest you change it to one death per second, that might be more visually impactful."
"Holy crap! Do clones have no rights? You brought all these guys here just to set off fireworks?"
"I thought Daniel could just switch the clones to hate mode. Do we really have to do this turning into enemies ourselves?"
call!
The sea breeze instantly silenced all the clones.
It seems you'll have to try them one by one. Start by exploring the first hole, which has the highest probability of success.
Du Jue completely ignored the changes in front of him, focusing all his attention on Angela's mark. He rushed anxiously toward the nearest hole, but when he looked up to check the situation, he found that the scene was a bit strange.
None of their own clones spoke; they simply all raised their middle fingers at the beehive beneath their feet.
This bizarre scene immediately made Du Jue realize what was happening, and then he quickly urged, "If you're not going to fight, then help me go down into the cave! Do you expect me to discover all these passages by myself?!"
"Damn, not causing trouble is helping, and you're asking for so much!"
Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded in the hive that left Daniel bewildered: clones, cursing and swearing, jumped down from various hive holes without a single bloody conflict.
Only the replica of Du Jue, holding a rapier, remained standing, gazing up at the metal ceiling above, seemingly lost in thought.
“Du Jue, you are truly, truly special. I have never seen anyone more energetic than Carmen, but I think you are just an exception in the city.”
Daniel's tone wasn't angry; instead, it was full of emotion. "Then I'll have to hire testers, and these are monsters that can't be persuaded."
From tedious errands and reconnaissance to hiring hitmen, they'll take on any job as long as the money is right.
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Chapter 240 Shut up.
They are entrusted with tasks by "offices," "syndicates," and even "wings." From the most trivial matters to the most horrific ones, they are capable of anything.
The clone, who was staring blankly at the sky, immediately noticed that four different colored finishers had jumped off the large ship. They were not the real finishers of the city, but rather test derivatives formed from the cognition of city dwellers.
Click.
The cyborg with its head glowing red raised its right hand cannon at the clone Dujue, and a blinding laser beam shot out, instantly piercing through the huge block of ice left in place.
"What a coincidence, I'm also the one who cleans up the mess."
The clone that rolled away could not sense the power coming from the EGO equipment. It stood up with a light laugh, but its expression immediately changed.
Suddenly, more and more people started to emerge from the large ship surrounding the hive, making it seem like they were using a human wave tactic!
A white-clad figure was the first to float towards the hole that Du Jue had just jumped into.
Swish!
The clone immediately stopped the opponent, its Tearful Sword aimed at the opponent's head, but was blocked by the heavy cannon held in the arms of the white-clad finisher.
“Du Juemen, I think you can still consider it now. As long as the original is killed, the clones can survive.”
Daniel, still pessimistic, tried to persuade him, "It's not just for yourself, but also for the other clones like you."
"Do you really want to face death after knowing you are clones?"
Inside the hole.
Du kept going forward, taking detours and turning back to try again. The almost identical maze environment made him feel dizzy and nauseous. Fortunately, he had the help of the artificial intelligence Angela.
Turn right and proceed.
Boom!
Just as Du Jue was about to advance, he suddenly retreated, and a white figure landed in front of him. Upon closer inspection, the figure resembled an angel with a white halo above its head.
[Test fluctuations detected. Please note that the attacks and mist from this derivative will cause damage to the spirit.]
Furthermore, when the attacker lays down their weapon and prays, the damage will be fully refunded to the source of the damage.
The white-clad figure slowly raised the cannon muzzle and aimed it at Du Jue, a strange white mist emanating from her body.