Technician’s Manual

Working in Nabistine is indeed a wonderful experience.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Harvey, Ikola, and An Nan came to the Ark Square in front of the city elevator. As the name suggests, the city elevator is the elevator between the bottom, middle and ground. Although there are elevators in other places, the number of elevators in Ark Square is definitely the largest, and thousands of people can be transferred within half an hour.

Ark Square is the largest "talent market" in the underground city, but the interesting thing is that there are no staff here, there are only ‘doors’.

The requirements and wages are listed next to each door. For example, if a door is set by Beldit Happy World, it has the following information—

"Requirements: Work for 7 hours, height 170, appearance score 67 or higher, physical fitness score 70 or higher..."

"Wage: 30 coppers per hour, 210 coppers in total. You can earn 1 gospel point if you accumulate 70 hours of working hours."

When a worker who meets the requirements crosses the door, he will automatically become a gospel employee and go to Beldart Happy World to work. He will not return to Ark Square until seven hours later, and there will be an extra 210 copper in his account.

Therefore, when Harvey and the others came to the Ark Square, they saw countless people waiting in line to pass through the door. These people had no anxiety about going to work on their faces. They walked into the door with ease, and then became calm and all of them walked away. Entering the elevator and going to other places to work in a neat pace with the same rhythm, it is like a grand concerto.

At the same time, there are countless people returning from the elevator after finishing a day's work. They would consciously avoid the flow of people and sit on the benches around the square, then stand up as if they were awake in a dream, open the gospel to check the balance, and then leave contentedly.

People come and go, never stop, and there is no day and night in the underground city, there are people going to get off work at almost any time, and the Ark Square wanders in this ocean of people, carrying three cities towards it. The future of gospel weaving.

They are free human beings and efficient tools; they embrace the mercy of the gospel, and they are also immersed in the cruelty of the gospel... In Harvey's view, this Ark Square is almost like the trial of the blood moon, and the sense of art almost seeps through the cracks in the bricks. After coming out, all individuals are cleverly pushing the operation of social machines like precision gears, and the whole system is full of cold beauty.

But Blood Moon’s bone-knock and marrow suction is physical, and here it is a complete replacement of free will. Although the Gospel Kingdom is more civilized and developed, Harvey believes that there is no difference between the two, and both are artworks created by different gods in accordance with local conditions.

Every time he comes to Ark Square, many more advanced inspirations burst into his mind. Just as he could speculate the traces of the ideals of the Bleeding Moon Supreme Lord from the Blood Moon Trial, now looking at the Ark Square, Harvey seems to be able to vaguely explore the supreme realm of the All-Knowing Weaver Lord.

"I wanted to ask yesterday, Harvey, why are you... as if nothing happened?"

At 3 o’clock in the afternoon, Igola, who was struggling with dizziness and vomiting, found Harvey on the benches of the Ark Square with great interest in observing the flow of people in the square, and couldn’t help asking: “After recovering your memory, don’t you feel a little suffocated in your soul? ?"

Work was just a matter of moments. Except that the body became a little tired, Igola and others hardly felt any, or even felt that they lost their memories.

The faster the memory recovery, the better, and An Nan didn't want the uncomfortable expression when Panji saw her recovering memory, so Igula immediately used Shu Ling to awaken their working memory that was blocked by the contract.

Although it was the second time to restore working memory, Igola was still overwhelmed by the suffocation that came from his memory.

narrow.

cramped.

Depressed.

It makes sense to block working memory. When Igola recovers working memory, he feels that his soul is locked in a cage called the body. This cage is so small that his soul has nothing to move about. Space, you can't even breathe hard. He can only stay in this squat body, his ears are full of the high-frequency commands of the gospel that are almost noisy, and he watched this flesh-and-blood machine work under the drive of the gospel, working efficiently, and working endlessly—

Even if the working environment is on the bright surface of Nabistine, Igola is still out of breath, and being able to use vomiting to disperse the pressure is already the result of his high spiritual attainments. Like An Nan next to him, he bit his index finger to bleed with discomfort, and used pain to forcibly divert attention.

Compared with them, Harvey was so relaxed that he only ordered a piece of cat straw cigarette, and Igola even felt that he didn't need to use cat straw cigarette to relieve the suffocation.

"Huh?" Harvey exhaled a round of smoke rings. "What suffocation?"

"Have you not recovered your working memory?"

"back to normal."

"Don't you feel anything special? For example, suffocation, depression, despair?"

"No." Harvey glanced at both of them thoughtfully: "I'll say how painful your expressions are... I thought you were admiring the artistry presented by Ark Square just like me."

Igola has no strength to complain about him: "How do you immune to the negative effects of memory recovery? Don't you think that you in working memory are very...inhuman?"

"Oh." Harvey finally understood what he meant: "Are you saying that you can't help but feel like a puppet, like being drilled by maggots?"

"Oh, uh!"

The necromancer described it so vividly that the deceiver couldn't help but vomit again and looked at him weakly: "Yes... how do you deal with this feeling?"

"I didn't deal with it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I just got used to it."

"got used to?"

"Well," Harvey nodded, "Do you remember that I used to fit with Alice in the battle at Beldit Manor? When my soul was integrated into Alice, the feeling Alice gave me was in my working memory. It's exactly the same."

"In other words, the dead body of the undead has always been in that state. I only go in and experience it occasionally. Moreover, compared with the body of the undead, the negative effect of working memory is at best the flying of flies caused by the decay of the body. The level of white maggots surging."

"What about the noise of the gospel?" Igola asked, "Don't you feel nauseous and upset?"

"You are still thinking of a living person," Harvey shrugged: "The living person will try to distinguish whether there is any information that can be absorbed in the noise, so you will be annoyed and sick... and the undead don't have such advanced intelligence gathering ability. Spiritually, there is no difference between noise and silence. As long as you treat yourself as a dead spirit, then you can take it for granted whether it is working memory or the gospel."

How can I, a living person, regard myself as a dead soul! ?

Do you think that everyone is as perverted as you and likes to sleep in a coffin with the corpse! ?

Igola and Ann turned their heads in disappointment and can only continue to bear the negative effects of working memory. After a long while, when they were almost resting, they stood up and prepared to leave, turning their heads to see Harvey staring at Ark Square, his expression sluggish and lost in thought.

"Go back to Harvey." Igola said, "Or you want to see it here for a while."

"Necropolis... Gospel... Oh, that's it." Harvey whispered, stood up and laughed: "No, I understand it completely, go back."

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