I have a city in another world

A few words from the man in black robe made the blood of a group of degenerates boil.

Their eyes shone, their bodies trembled slightly, and their faces were full of longing.

At this moment, the fallen felt that they had seen the light and found the direction they had dreamed of.

The thoughts of the fallen are incompatible with ordinary people. They do not like to be restrained and prefer to do things according to their own preferences.

In the eyes of the official department, degenerates are sources of trouble, unstable factors, stinky garbage that should be cleaned up, and despicable villains who deserve to go to hell.

When rules conflict with preferences, the Fallen will never wrong themselves, but follow their true inner choices.

They deliberately broke the rules, broke the law one after another, were caught and thrown into prison to receive education.

When the criminal record exceeds the standard, the punishment suffered by the degenerate will escalate, restricting access to most public services.

The experience of being in society but being rejected everywhere will make the fallen feel particularly redundant.

For example, when walking on some streets, degenerates will be expelled and restricted because the ownership of the roads belongs to the official.

There are also many public places that are fully closed and will be scanned and identified by the system when entering or exiting.

Recorded degenerates are ineligible to enter and will be publicly expelled.

The notification sound from the radio was purely a deliberate humiliation.

The rules of Gaia stipulate that when a fallen person is involved in a criminal case, he will be punished even if he is not guilty, and he will be punished by one level if he is guilty.

Many people suspect that the Creator of Gaia has a grudge against the Fallen, and that is why he is so deliberately targeting them.

However, more people believe that Gaia, the Creator, is a perfectionist and allows things that cannot be perfect to exist.

There are dozens of restrictions on degenerates, with the purpose of clearing them from the city.

To the fallen, this is wishful thinking.

The Fallen are derivatives of the prosperous city. They are dependent on the city and have absolutely no chance of leaving the city.

They live in sewers, slinking to the surface when night comes and doing rat-like things.

Steal, destroy, rob, and find ways to obtain survival supplies.

The more glamorous the appearance, the more dirt and ugliness will be hidden, but the glamorous side will always be on the outside. Unless you dig deep and search hard, you won't be able to see everything you don't want others to see.

Being able to make good use of the Fallen is equivalent to controlling a group of lawless madmen, who can do many things unscrupulously.

Understand this, if you don’t take advantage of it,

The man in black robe used magic medicine to make a group of fallen people worship him and let him be driven willingly.

When huge wealth appears, this thing becomes even more perfect, making a group of degenerates look forward to it.

They chanted slogans and expressed their inner thoughts, looking impatient.

The performance of the Fallen perfectly met the expectations of the man in black robe.

Seeing this, the man in black robe continued to speak in a strange tone: "I have different tasks here, with different difficulties and different rewards.

I ask you to look at yourself, know your true abilities, and do what you can.

There is no need to force yourself, but learn to take it step by step. In the days to come, you will definitely become stronger and stronger and have more opportunities to show your excellence! "

A group of degenerates were deeply moved when they heard this, and some shed tears on the spot.

They felt that the man in black robe in front of them understood them so well, was so tolerant and kind.

The deeper the effects of the drug, the stronger the feeling.

The man in black robe kindly advised everyone not to show off, but a group of degenerates wanted to express themselves more and more.

Seeing that the time has come, the plan was immediately implemented.

The two men in white robes next to them brought out a large rune copper bottle with a simple yet mysterious shape.

You can tell at a glance that it is definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Stretch out your arms and rummage inside the rune bottle. Destiny will guide you and find your own mission.

Then according to the difficulty of the task, you will receive half of the reward. After the task is completed, you will receive the other half of the reward! "After everyone heard this, they immediately rushed forward, with impatient expressions on their faces.

Everyone wants to be first in line, receive the most difficult tasks, and show their abilities to everyone.

Some of the Fallen stared wide-eyed and roared, telling others to get out of the way.

"Don't fight, everyone has a chance."

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the man in black robe tried to persuade him to bring the chaotic situation under control.

The fallen person who was first in line reached out and rummaged through the bottle, then pulled it out with a smile on his face.

"Level 3 mission is okay. Come here to collect your reward."

The man in white robe took the copper ball handed to him, looked at it and returned it, then pointed to the pile of wealth next to him.

The fallen man took the rune copper ball and came to another man in white robe, and saw the other person reaching out and grabbing a handful from the pile of money.

Without counting the number at all, they were stuffed directly into his arms.

"This is a reward for you. After the mission is completed, come and collect the remaining half!"

The fallen and bystanders were all shocked by the white-robed man's operation. They did not expect that the bonuses were distributed so casually.

But it was precisely this that made the fallen more and more excited, feeling that such an operation was so handsome and invincible.

If you care about everything, it will make the fallen people look down on you.

Touching his bulging pocket, the fallen man who accepted the task was extremely excited, and then he patted his chest to make a guarantee.

No matter how difficult it is, he will definitely complete the task.

Verbal guarantees actually don't mean much. What you say when you are passionate can be reneged on at any time when you wake up.

This is especially true for degenerates, who never insist on any integrity and do whatever they want.

Whatever the fallen person wants to do, no matter whether it is good or evil, it must be done. What the fallen person does not want to do may not be done even if the knife is placed on the neck.

Even if you agree on the surface, your heart will be full of unwillingness.

The man in black robe knew this, but still chose to cooperate with the Fallen, naturally because he had the secret technique in his hands.

Choosing to accept a mission is equivalent to binding a soul contract.

If the fallen person who accepts the task refuses to do things as agreed, he will inevitably suffer painful torture.

When that time comes, the fallen man will find ways to complete the task without the man in black robe opening his mouth.

Greedy degenerates are all planted seeds, and it won't take long for them to sprout.

When they grow up, they will inevitably become a nightmare for their enemies, and their solid foundation will be shaken as a result.

The man in black robe is the sower, the gravedigger of the group organization, and the mystical monk from the Alliance of the Lost.

Before this operation, Tang Zhen once told the secret monks to let them go free and do things.

Do whatever you want without any scruples. Even if they kill hundreds of millions, they are still the heroes of the lost camp.

Tang Zhen's words gave the secret cultivators the confidence to start taking action in their own way.

There is no specific plan, leaving the enemy confused.

The secret cultivators do not have much contact with each other, lest the enemy follow the clues and kill them all in one go.

This kind of thing has to be guarded against. After all, the place where they operate is jointly controlled by major groups.

Without the restrictions of Gaia's rules, major groups can do whatever they want and do anything.

If extreme measures are taken and all efforts are made to capture the secret cultivator, the possibility of success will become extremely high.

The secret monks who sneaked into the enemy's city were like walking on the edge of an abyss, and many of them were prepared to never return.

(End of this chapter)