Chapter 2333 - 1162: Infiltration (Part 2)

Chapter 2333: Chapter 1162: Infiltration (Part 2)

In this situation, the devoted individuals find themselves speechless, because this is reality: everyone in the Alliance is equal, even the exquisite arts of those great artists can be equalized. After all, the system can produce a skill chip of their techniques, allowing others to learn these lifetime achievements simply by inserting the chip into their interface.

So, in such a world, is there really a need for effort?

Of course, not everyone is lying down doing nothing; where there are the Fallen, there are also the diligent. Some can transcend low-level interests and embark on the path of self-realization, and these people now maintain the absolute core of the Alliance’s order and existence.

Although the ratio of the diligent to the lazy has now reached the unequally distributed eighty-twenty.

Most of the Alliance’s current technological culture is created by the diligent, as for the lazy ones, they may indulge in pleasures, but at least they fulfill their most basic Heavenly Duty, and that suffices; besides, if necessary, the androids can always do the work.

Ha, even though the system forcibly enforces equality, Alsa feels that its very existence is the greatest inequality. In the cold calculations of the system, these lazy ones probably don’t count as humans, just consumables. Their existence is merely as human samples for comparison, in the system’s view, they are no different from pigs, cows, and sheep.

Oh, also as breeding tools.

In this world brimming with absolute equality, if you want to stand above others, obtaining that rare fertility permit is your only path, after all, "having what others lack" is the source of superiority.

Luxurious cars, lavish mansions, beauties—these desires are only surface-level. The greatest ambition of humans is actually rooted in conquest over others, stems from the phrase "having what others lack." Although those four words are the root of inequality and are absolutely forbidden by the Alliance.

Then why does the seemingly fair Alliance forcibly control fertility permits? They even set genetic locks in the genes of all newborns. Without unlocking the genetic locks, no matter how hard the partners work, they will harvest nothing.

The reason is simple: resources.

The Mechanical Wilderness is vast, but it can only support so many people. If fertility is not controlled, then even the system would struggle to maintain its current state of almost mad equality.

Yet, diligence and laziness are not determined by genes; even though the Alliance’s technology can freely modify and control newborns’ genes, it can’t determine the nature of a baby.

The birth of new diligent individuals is completely a matter of luck. It’s not guaranteed that the child of two diligent individuals will also be diligent.

So, the sole function of the lazy ones is to see if they can produce new diligent individuals.

In short, this Alliance really disgusts Elsa. In her view, it’s this sick equality that breeds laziness. Just restore the freedom of survival of the fittest, and see if these people continue to be lazy under the pressure that not trying means starvation.

Furthermore, only when there are differences among people and existences of class can ambition be nurtured, and ambition drives progress.

"Forget it, the fate of these maggots does not concern me now. I’m done; I just want to live my own little life."

The pink-haired Mechanical Angel shook her head and stopped overthinking.

Before, she probably just had too much leisure after being full, that’s why she thought about changing the world order or something.

But she is different now; she’s married, has a family, and naturally does not want additional disturbances. What happens to the world is none of her concern, so long as they don’t die at her doorstep.

Now, the reason she’s here to help is simply that she doesn’t want that stupid bunch to be caught by police officers and spill the beans, dragging her peaceful daily life into chaos.

The Angel Girl stood at the edge of the railing, gathered her Wings, then leaned back, free-falling from the building’s rooftop, swiftly descending.

She elegantly adjusted her position mid-air, and just before reaching the ground, her Wings spread lightly, suddenly suspending her, finishing her descent with a gentle tiptoe without kicking up any dust.

Subsequently, she boldly walked towards the police line, crossing the blocked area under the noses of numerous fully armed officers, but no one detected her presence.

This wasn’t something the Optical Camouflage System could achieve, rather it was a bit of hacker trickery.

Can’t be helped, the rise and fall are due to machinery.

To ensure combat effectiveness, most officers choose to upgrade themselves, their bodies becoming highly cyberized.

Their eyes become multifunctional electronic eyes, and their brains are implanted with various advanced control systems and so on.

However, all these advanced technologies need to be networked, relying on the power of Sky Net, which gives hackers space to maneuver.

Of course, police systems generally have the highest-level safeguards, but so what? In this world, there’s no perfect program; as long as it’s a program, there will always be vulnerabilities.

And Elsa happens to have a bit of hacker talent.

"Rigid programs without a Soul can’t hinder a heart longing for freedom."

Thinking this, the Angel Girl strode into the hotel.

However, as she truly stepped over the hotel’s threshold, her vision suddenly went dark.

"I’ve also been hacked?"

Just as Elsa was thinking this, her electronic eye returned to normal, but now the scene before her was no longer the meticulously decorated hotel lobby she had seen outside but a dilapidated ruin.

Hmm, if the hotel she’d seen before was abandoned for a few hundred years, the ruin would look very much like this.

Elsa scanned the ruins of the hall, recognizing it from the remnants of few decorations as still being the hotel’s lobby.

As if she had directly traversed hundreds of years in a single step.

Is this crossing?

"Spirit Realm invasion? No wonder the officers have such a big setup outside."

Faced with such change, Elsa remained calm; rather, she was enlightened, understanding why 02’s undercover personnel went missing.

She had known 02 for many years, knew this subordinate was competent, so the squad she sent for revolt action definitely wasn’t mediocre, instead would be her elite.

Therefore, before coming, Elsa wondered how such an Elite Squad could suddenly, without warning, go missing. Could it be they had the misfortune to encounter the Alliance’s completely mechanically ascended Angel Envoy?

But now, misunderstandings cleared. These folks were even more unfortunate than she imagined; they’d encountered Spirit Ruins.

What’s termed as Spiritual Void refers to areas invaded by the Spirit World, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy vanish, completely merging.

Therefore, many supernatural phenomena, originally only existing in fantasy, materialize as reality; people’s fears manifest here as terrifying monsters.

Ordinary people and ordinary Intelligent Machinery caught in Spirit Ruins face near-certain death; only completely mechanized ascended Angel Envoys can barely protect themselves, even disperse Spirit Ruins.

The greatest problem and enemy for humans within the Mechanical Wilderness are these inexhaustible, never eradicated Spirit Ruins.

"Ugh, this spiritual energy fluctuation, and still a high-risk Spirit Ruins, how is that possible? Logically, the Mobile City should have monitoring systems; Spirit Ruins scenarios shouldn’t occur without warning, let alone a high-risk Spirit Ruins."

Elsa slightly sensed the situation, then frowned.

Spirit Ruins also have levels, with the Mechanical Wilderness classifying them by spiritual energy levels into four tiers, namely low-risk, medium-risk, high-risk, and forbidden.

Even the lowest-tier, low-risk Spirit Ruins, require at least several Mechanical Angel Envoys to handle.

As for high-risk Spirit Ruins...

"It’s hopeless, wait for death, farewell..."

Elsa was preparing to flee, coldly concluding that those unlucky infiltrators were likely annihilated, thus she should retreat.

But...

"Hehehe, didn’t expect such a jackpot, such a shining beautiful Soul; His Grace the Duke will surely love it."

A Magic Shadow appeared beside her, speaking joyfully.

Elsa: "..."

Ah, really troublesome.

... amidst the Demon’s grim smile ...