Devouring the Starry Sky begins with the battle of geniuses

Chapter 93

It has been two months since I came to the abyss. These days, Hunzhen has completely integrated into the life of a scavenger.

The sky is always haunted by demonic energy and is dark, but there is no source of light in the abyss, and there is still day and night.

He would scavenge at "sunrise" and rest at "sunset".

Day after day, as he integrated into the group, sometimes chatting and spanking with people, sometimes inviting people to drink and have fun, in the process he gradually solved some of the doubts he had at the beginning.

Take the mechanical technology and flesh and blood technology items as an example.

The development of flesh and blood technology is mainly based on the two royal families, while the development of mechanical technology is mainly based on the bottom alien races.

In this way, what will involve space technology and the latest technology will naturally be the flesh and blood technology promoted by the two royal families that dominate the abyss.

Even at the bottom of the alien race, even though most people are restricted from studying flesh and blood technology, they still highly respect flesh and blood technology, and even have some sense of belief.Kind of like an extreme enthusiast.

As for the mechanical technology products independently developed and produced by his own race, he has no special feelings and basically regards them as daily tools.I don’t see any difference between treating them and treating basic technologies such as cement construction and farming technology.

This difference is just like we will be shocked by the rockets made by the country that can fly into the sky, but basically we will not sigh "Why is this towel so silky" or "Why is the lighting of this electric lamp so comfortable".

The reason why Hunzhen felt weird was because to him, the "towel" in the eyes of these natives was not lower than the "rocket".

Basically, the mechanical technology of the underlying alien races is derived from the transformation of metal debris that fell from the sky.

The actual civilization foundation is relatively weak, and after being deeply rooted in servility by the two royal families, the enthusiasm for independently developing their own technology is not high.

Most of the mechanical technology products in use today are substitute products used by people who cannot afford flesh and blood technology.

Even the metal tools used by Xing Luo that can separate mountains of garbage seem to have been developed by Xing Luo himself.

And Hunzhen also saw another reason why Xing Luo was rejected that Old Man Huo didn't say.

The lower-class races here admire flesh-and-blood technology and regard it as sacred, but Xingluo does exactly the opposite.

He wants to use mechanical technology to build spaceships and break the barriers in the sky.

He likes to study mechanical technological products.

When everyone was willing to perish, he looked at the stars above his head.

Those people couldn't see clearly what Xing Luo was thinking. In their eyes, Xing Luo was undoubtedly an alien.

Those who are different are lonely and ostracized no matter where they are.

Hunzhen somewhat empathizes with this feeling of loneliness that is very different from others.

Perhaps this is why objectively speaking, he is somewhat extra close to this indigenous people.

And not just because Xing Luo is a good person.

After all, for a person who can actually ensure his own safety in most situations, it is difficult for him to feel truly grateful when he pretends to be in need of help but does not actually need it.

Understanding humanistic customs, integrating into the surroundings, and collecting intelligence are not innocent goals.

This is just a means to achieve his next goal.

In two months of scavenging, he had verified an important piece of information and subsequently established a goal.

That is the "lower-level quota" that Xing Luo mentioned.

This matter was not a big secret. He easily found out this information while drinking with his fellow scavengers in a tavern.

In short, the living conditions on each level of the Purgatory Abyss are different.

The closer to the upper level, the less energy there is and the worse the quality of life becomes.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

Even if they come from the poorest first class, there are still many people who long for a better living environment.

People who have such an idea naturally start to make early plans when they are young, while those who do not have such an idea stay here and grow old slowly. The capable young people gradually leave. Over time, the first level is the picture in front of you. They are all middle-aged and elderly people.

But there is only one way to get to the deep level.

That is the "feather ship" that basically only domain lord-level figures can ride on. This "lower-level quota" is naturally the quota for riding the feather ship.

In the process of diving deep across the abyssal layer, you need to resist an abyssal force called "deep diving pressure".

However, the pressure of diving from the first level to the second level is not great, and those city lords with domain lord level strength can naturally resist easily.

They took the feather boat to and fro, naturally for the sake of the juniors who had not reached the domain lord level.

No matter which society you are in, talents need to be mobile.

The two royal families often have conflicts, and they themselves like killing and war.

Once living things move, they must consume energy.

These low-level races are the tools that provide the energy for the war between the two royal families.

Even if they want to make this tool more useful, they will urge their slaves to make society function normally.

The lower-class races want to develop and dive down, and the two royal families are also happy to see the slaves working hard. This is how they hit it off.

But even so, it is impossible to do good deeds in vain. Only by stimulating competition can more benefits be created.

This quota also requires a certain amount of competition to obtain.

According to the resources each city turns over every ten years, each city has a different amount of boating quota every year.

Hunzhen only found out later that it was not the city gate guard who was a lazy Buddhist, but the fact that he had brushed Xing Luo's face that allowed him to enter the city so smoothly.

After that, as long as you want to stay in the city, you need to own a fixed property and pay monthly fees.

As for the benefits of staying in the city, the first one is that it can safely survive the aftermath of the battle between the two royal families.Of course, no one would take revenge if he was unlucky enough to be shot to death like before. At most, city cleaning staff would come over to help clean up the body.

In addition, every once in a while, there will be strange movements in the abyss, and terrible suction and erosion energy will come from the "big hole".

The dozens of meters high flesh-and-blood technology wall seemed to be built to resist this erosion.

If you live in the wilderness, you will most likely not be able to escape the abyss.

Back to the point.

For the city lord, determining whether a person is eligible for this quota depends on the amount of resources he or she has turned in.

That is to say - whoever pays more money can get on!
But here in Black Rock City, the situation has changed slightly.

There are limited places in each city, and there is a place in the bottom line.

However, the pension situation in Black Rock City is more serious. There is only one quota every year. The city owner Nash also slightly lowered the payment requirements, but no one signed up...

Those who sign up every few years are mostly residents from other cities who have crossed many dangerous areas to come alone.

In the eyes of some aborigines in Black Rock City, Hun Zhen is probably one of them.

Most waste pickers only go out to pick up waste every few days.

Xing Luo and Hun Zhen basically go out to scavenge every day.

Needless to say, Xing Luo, the people in Black Rock City basically knew it.

But Hun Zhen, an outsider, was different.

Seeing such hard work, in their eyes, it is almost equivalent to having the purpose clearly written on their face.

The right way is not to reveal wealth in vain.

Hunzhen didn't realize this at first, but later she realized it but didn't care much.

Old Man Huo, who originally only wanted to have a good relationship with Hunzhen and occasionally collected some wool to enjoy wine and meat, naturally had other thoughts. "It's normal for money and silk to move people's hearts."

Hun Zhen thought to himself.

Normal scavengers don't go out as frequently as he and Xing Luo do.

Most of the residents of Black Rock City are trashed, and so are the scavengers here.

With an income that is dozens of times that of ordinary people, most scavengers go out once every one or two months. It takes about seven days to search for metals or extraterrestrial minerals with suitable prices. Including the round trip, one trip takes more than ten days.

And what about innocence?

Not to mention the actual efficiency, in order to rationalize the source of funds for purchasing "lower-level quotas" in the future, his speed is much faster than others.

It only takes a week to go back and forth, but the income is no less than other scavengers.

And basically rest in Black Rock City for two or three days before going out again.

The speed of making money is at least five times that of ordinary scavengers.

That is hundreds of times the income level of ordinary workers.

In fact, there is not much opportunity for picking up local waste pickers because they basically cannot save much money. Many of them go out to pick up waste when they have no money. In addition, it is difficult to start with them because they are somewhat familiar with them.

But Hun Zhen is different.

He was obviously saving money for a place in the lower class, and his pockets were definitely bulging at this time.

In Black Rock City, they are basically all fair-weather friends. There are not many real friends. The only one who can be called a friend is Xing Luo, who only looks at the sky.

Even if they attack secretly, no one will help Hun Zhen to seek revenge or seek an explanation once and for all. This is the most important thing...

We are not relatives, and Hun Zhen seems to be just lucky. No matter how strong he is at such a young age, he shouldn't be that strong, right?How could you not be tempted?

It's not that some people haven't considered that Hunzhen can come and go like the wind, and even come here from different areas, so he must have an unusual trump card.

But the benefits were so great that they couldn't hold back.

Today, Hun Zhen came back from scavenging and was drinking and clinking glasses with people in the tavern. In a blink of an eye, it was already midnight.

On the first level of this abyss, fine wine and food are naturally luxury consumer goods.

If it is a pretentious drink, it will not be able to intoxicate a star-level or even cosmic-level being.

At this moment, Hunzhen checked out and left, swaying slightly, obviously very drunk.

In a shadow in the diagonal corner of the tavern, the person following him saw Hun Zhen's situation, hesitated for a moment, and finally followed him alone with a hard look on his face.

He wants to eat alone.

According to the initial total of everyone, according to calculations, the leeks will be cut only when Qingzhen's money bag is just short of reaching the baseline for lower-level places in the last few outings.

It's still early days.

but……

"So what if it takes that long? With so many people sharing the money, it's not as good as me eating it all by myself now!"

Most people in Black Rock City live in retirement, but Old Man Huo is obviously not among them.

Hun Zhen has never been drunk like this on weekdays, and maybe she won't be drunk again in the future.

Seeing such a great opportunity, even if Hunzhen really had some trump cards, he might not be able to beat himself in a drunken state.

The stalker's desire immediately exceeded his reason.

As for the possibility of pretending to be drunk?
From the smell of alcohol he smelled, he had already identified the type of alcohol that Hunzhen drank today. It was the "immortal drunkenness" that even a cosmic-level expert could drink. Hunzhen could still recognize the road, so he was considered a good drinker. !

The stalkers followed closely behind.

Everyone who lives in Black Rock City will pay a "housing tax" and will also be assigned an empty house.

As for Qingzhen's residence and the way back, he had already figured it out.

"The fork in the road in front of you, no one lives there during this period, is the best place to start!"

The stalker suddenly accelerated, changing the natural walking speed of passers-by, and rushed violently, directly onto the side of the road.

"Ok?"

But when he arrived, the innocence that should have been like a turtle in an urn was nowhere to be seen.

"He, he discovered my following!?"

Cold sweat suddenly appeared on the stalker's face.

Looking at the deserted alley, the stalker felt an unprecedented fear.

It was as if there was a pair of ruthless eyes staring at him silently in the dark, silently observing his clown-like panic.

The status was reversed, and Hunzhen was waiting for work. Naturally, he was the turtle in the urn, not Hunzhen.

He trembled and carefully observed his surroundings. At the same time, he no longer wanted to eat alone, and quickly sent a message for help.

In this way, until the companions arrived, the man in the dark still did not take action.

"He, he let me go?"

The stalker felt lucky to have survived the disaster, but at the same time he was also puzzled.

"Just a simple warning?"

"Or does he feel that he has just entered Black Rock City and doesn't want to cause trouble?"

All kinds of thoughts were running through his mind.

The two companions who arrived looked at the stalker covered in cold sweat, frowned and asked, "What happened?"

The stalker suddenly came to his senses, took a deep breath, and said, "He discovered my stalking."

The man frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

The fear has not yet completely disappeared. Recalling what he thought was his behavior, the stalker dodged his eyes left and right, and finally gritted his teeth and said honestly: "I, I saw that I had drunk too much, so I wanted to go ahead. If you start, you will probably alarm him..."

"you……"

The other person's eyes widened and he was about to slap the person who was watching him in the face.

However, his arm was grabbed by the person in the lead. The person looked at the sweaty follower and frowned: "It seems like we can't wait any longer."

buzzing.

At this moment, the man in the lead noticed that his communicator vibrated.

He quickly connected, and then his expression changed drastically: "What did you say, he went directly out of the city!?"

When the stalker heard the exclamation of the leading man, his thoughts suddenly started to stir up, his pupils vibrated, and he expressed his judgment: "He plans to leave Black Rock City directly and change places!"

"What a decisive guy."

The man at the head's face darkened and he smacked his lips and said.

The night was swaying slightly, and the light reflected his old face. It was the old man Huo who talked to Hunzhen that day.

After pondering for a while, Old Man Huo quickly sorted out his intelligence information and made a judgment.

"The nearest city similar to Black Rock City is Donglin City to the east. If he wants to redeem his 'lower-level quota', he should have gone to the east of the city. He must quickly confirm this situation with those old guys!"

(End of this chapter)