Chapter 650
Ending
Chapter 650 Ending
This was the first time Yu Sheng had ever seen Luo's face display such clear and undisguised anger—it was also the first time he had ever witnessed the unique Alglade swearing. Even though he didn't know what the so-called "Usob Nest" meant, he felt a powerful force from the sentence on the screen. How to put it... all he could say was that this woman's cursing was powerful, and she was much more cultured than Eileen.
Furthermore, he deeply understood Luo's anger at that moment.
“Initially, the Secret Order discovered the Zolda Stone, but they didn't tell me what it was, only some information,” lines of text scrolled across the screen, occasionally interspersed with jumbled symbols, “They asked me to recommend a researcher with the most suitable spiritual talent to contact that 'stone'—at that time, they hadn't told me about 'Eden,' they just offered an extremely high price, and I had no reason to refuse…”
Luo's eyes were icy: "So, you 'recommended' me, right?"
“I have stored psionic data and… biological samples of many people here. Your data is the best, and your neural specimens have shown an extremely high level of activity in response to the Zolda Black Stone,” the brain in the tank twitched and writhed slightly, and bubbles gurgled in the biomass solution. “So it’s not that I chose you, but that the Zolda Black Stone chose you—and you chose that ‘stone’.”
Luo took a deep breath.
As Yu Sheng looked at the text on the screen, he couldn't help but recall a scene he had witnessed in the contaminated Blackrock space station—in the contaminated field of Zolda Blackrock, Luo's "spirit" stood quietly in the laboratory. The souls of everyone around her had been twisted and corrupted by the power of the Dark Angels, but her figure remained clear and stable...
Now everything has an explanation.
Eileen stood up from Yu Sheng's shoulder, pulled hard to pat one of the mechanical limbs behind Luo, and said with a rare hint of sympathy in the little doll's voice, "You're having a bit of bad luck."
Luo's mechanical limbs twitched involuntarily, perhaps still suffering from PTSD from contact with the "red-eyed evil little dwarf." Eileen, however, showed no reaction. The little doll thought for a moment and then changed the subject: "But on the bright side, if this hadn't happened, you'd still be a black-spot warlord, and you wouldn't have had this opportunity to abandon darkness and join the underworld, right..."
Luo gritted his teeth: "...Then I should thank you—and your 'Boundary Bridge'."
Eileen: "You're welcome! Sister Du!"
Yu Sheng coughed twice, interrupting their meaningless conversation: "Ask this brain-dead guy again, besides the 'transaction agent' he's dealing with and a 'delivery location,' how much information does he know about the Secret Order—especially the hideout of those cultists."
Luo nodded immediately and turned to continue communicating with the brain in the storage tank.
Yu Sheng then took this opportunity to further confirm the situation of the entire "Deep Rock Fortress". With the help of the blood connection, he carefully examined the structure of the entire facility.
Disappointingly, the fortress seemed to have little value to him—it was a mere "hiding place," or, if anything, a "perverted home." Most of the fortress was Old Joe's living and "leisure" space, with warehouses and "exhibition halls" scattered throughout, mostly just to satisfy his twisted and cruel hobbies. As for production and research facilities... Yu Sheng couldn't see anything of interest in them either.
But this is quite normal. After all, no matter how large this secret hideout is, it is just a "rat hole" dug out of an asteroid. The local planetary system it is located in is even more barren and desolate than Lo's territory. Its only advantage is that it is far away from all flight paths and is surrounded by dangerous gravitational faults, making it safe and hidden enough.
Most of Old Joe's businesses—including factories, mines, trading posts, and the accompanying security forces—are certainly located elsewhere.
It's best to leave this part to Luo to handle later. As a notorious warlord, she should be very familiar with this kind of internal power struggle and corrupt corporate culture.
More than an hour later, Luo finally finished her "interrogation"—under the extreme emptiness brought about by the stripping of the senses, the long torment brought about by the distortion of time, and the increasing pressure of fear, the brain immersed in the tank showed a high degree of cooperation. Old Joe even gradually showed signs of personality collapse during the process of answering. His former arrogance and prestige turned into weakness and pleading, and his consciousness of resistance disappeared without a trace.
“I’ve told you everything I know,” green text appeared line by line on the rudimentary display screen. Yu Sheng noticed that there were even more jumbled symbols at the end of the text than before, and the jumping pixels seemed to be showing an avalanche occurring at the level of consciousness. “Luo, please, let me out of here… I can be your servant! I can be your wetware host! Luo? Luo, are you listening?”
Luo interrupted the other person's rambling: "One last question."
The response appeared on the screen almost instantly: "Okay, I will definitely answer, I will definitely answer!"
Luo took a deep breath and typed her question into the interactive system, word by word, as if she wanted to turn those words into awls and drive them into Old Joe's brain: "Where are the things you took from me back then?"
A large number of jumbled symbols appeared on the screen again, followed by Old Joe's response—his fear and caution seemed to permeate the lines of text: "Your spine... on display shelf number 127 in this room, skin... that piece of skin was mispreserved and I later threw it into the recycling furnace. Those cut-off viscera, viscera..."
Luo's expression remained as still as water: "Where are they?"
Suddenly, a large number of bubbles rose from the tank, and the surface of the brain throbbed violently, as if reason was making its last struggle. But emptiness and pain quickly overwhelmed reason, and Old Joe's memory broke through the barrier built by fear and caution, turning into text and outputting on the screen: "...I fed them to that assistant named Sue. I know she once helped you. On the day I learned that you had been 'promoted' from Ursula's laboratory, I tricked her into eating your heart and liver."
Luo's breathing visibly paused for a moment, and the mechanical limbs behind her twitched slightly, tiny sparks of electricity appearing on their surfaces: "...Where is Su?"
“Dead… It was an accident! It really was an accident!” Every word on the screen trembled violently, and garbled symbols scrolled wildly at the end of paragraphs. “I sent her to repair the reactor…”
For some reason, in that instant, Luo's expression became incredibly calm. She stood there quietly, her face ashen, staring at the shrunken brain submerged in the storage tank, letting time flow by.
Tiny sparks of electricity appeared on her mechanical limbs, then traveled along the connecting cables into the tank, leaping and wandering between the electrodes and nerve bundles.
A few minutes later, the monitor next to the tank began to refresh lines of text at an increasingly rapid pace, interspersed with a large amount of garbled characters, and the fragmented sentences were filled with pleas.
A few minutes later, the words could barely form sentences, jumbled symbols filled almost the entire screen, and the pleas were interspersed with brief curses and delirious ramblings, along with a large number of completely meaningless repeated words.
The biomass solution in the storage tank turned pink, and bubbles surged wildly, as if boiling.
The text on the display screen disappeared, leaving only a few error messages that appeared occasionally. The consciousness in the tank had shattered, leaving only dying murmurs that drifted like ghosts in the temporary circuit composed of the chip and brain nerves.
Luo slowly turned her head, a glimmer of light shining in her eyes as she looked at Yu Sheng: "Boss, I... I want to handle the cleanup myself..."
“Okay,” Yu Sheng nodded before the other party could finish speaking, “Then we’ll wait for you outside for a while.”
“…Thank you.” Luo nodded gently.
Yu Sheng hummed in agreement, but before leaving with the others, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and reminded them, "By the way, make sure everything is cleaned up, and don't linger too long—Changfa is waiting for you to go back and roast mushrooms with her."
"it is good."
Yu Sheng then led Hu Li and the others out of the hall. They stayed outside for a while until Luo sent a message, at which point they returned.
The storage tank was empty, and a pungent burnt smell lingered in the air.
Old Joe's last cell has disappeared from this world.
Yu Sheng glanced at the empty jar, then at the blonde elf beside him who seemed to have calmed down, and stroked his chin: "You didn't eat it, did you?"
Luo, who had been calmly contemplating something, nearly choked on his drink, staring wide-eyed at Yu Sheng: "How is that possible! I'm not a pervert—"
Before she could finish speaking, Eileen shook her head and interjected, "But Yu Sheng often picks up random things to eat outside."
Luo: "...?!"
Yu Sheng quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, I've never done anything so perverted—I've only ever eaten solid food, and I always cook it thoroughly when I can. Luo, if you..."
"Burn it! I'll burn that thing!" Luo finally couldn't hold back anymore. Her eyes widened, her neck turned red, and then her expression became strained. "You, no, you can't do this, I, I'm losing my composure..."
Yu Sheng simply exhaled softly, quietly looking into the eyes of the Algrid elf before him, until the latter awkwardly began to avoid his gaze. Only then did he slowly say, "Because at this moment, you can't let your emotions flow smoothly—having Old Joe is troublesome enough."
"I……"
Luo paused for a moment, seemingly only then realizing what was happening.
Only then did the mechanical limbs that had been swaying restlessly behind her finally calm down, and the fine electric sparks that had been moving on the surface of the living metal gradually disappeared—accompanied by a slight metallic deformation sound, they gradually returned to Luo's body and re-formed a silver "skin" on her back that stretched from her neck to her waist.
"Thank you," she said softly.
You're welcome, we're all friends.
(End of this chapter)