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Chapter 263 Production Line Collapse (Part 2)

Garbage mountain.

Broken bronze halberds, rusty iron armor, shattered terracotta warrior heads... these relics, which should have been buried deep in the loess soil, are now entangled with cold metal debris.

A bronze sword covered in verdigris is stuck diagonally in a translucent plexiglass enclosure; a magnificent glazed tile covers a section of exposed, hissing cable.

Countless pieces of garbage, pulverized and sticky, piled up like tree rings over thousands of years to form a mountain.

Those are colossal monsters formed by the sedimentation, compression, and accumulation of the dregs of history, each hundreds of meters high, casting huge, distorted shadows.

Four mountains of garbage surround a city.

The city itself is like moss stubbornly growing from the cracks of a garbage mountain, with low, dense, and chaotic buildings.

Rusty metal plates, plastic sheeting, and even hollowed-out ancient stone coffins... make up the crooked walls and ceilings. Countless pipes of varying thicknesses and colors climb and entwine on the building's surface like vines, transporting the energy that barely keeps the city running.

In this dark, damp garbage city filled with the smells of rusty metal, the stench of corpses, and the faint scent of rotting wood, figures moved about.

Many people carried huge baskets on their backs, stuffed full of "treasures" they had just dug out of the garbage mountains. Their exposed skin was covered with festering sores from genetic collapse, and their eyes were wary and numb as they moved quickly through the garbage heaps and narrow alleyways like rats searching for food.

"Kid, how are you? Have you eaten your fill?"

At this moment, in a depression formed by garbage, a small hut has been built. It's called a hut, but it's actually a hole dug out along the garbage mountain, deep and endless.

The door of the hut was open, and smoke with an indescribable odor was rising from it.

A fleshy leg, about the length of a forearm, was being roasted over a cluster of blue flames. The flames rose from a strange sword hilt, now connected to sparking cables that spewed out blue-white flames, causing the fleshy leg to sizzle and ooze pus.

"Chiliu——"

A little girl wearing a tattered coat and dirty tiger-head shoes was holding a broken helmet and drinking the gruel inside.

Hearing the question from the other side, the little girl shook her head vigorously and said, "Grandma, I'm not full yet."

"hehe."

Across from them, a withered arm carefully moved a fleshy leg and said, "Good, good, good."

"You can eat all of this dead rat's thighs."

"Thank you grandma!"

The little girl across from them grabbed the steaming hot rat leg and immediately began to devour it.

This dead rat was clearly of inferior quality, with tumors oozing pus growing in its muscles. The little girl precisely dug out the tumors with her fingers and began gnawing on the pale, mushy rat flesh.

"Hehehe."

Across from her, an old woman in a gray robe smiled broadly, her face creased with wrinkles, half of her face covered by machinery, and a blood-red prosthetic eye staring intently at the girl.

Her other half of her face, with kind eyes, silently watched the girl eat the rat meat that was as long as her calf.

"Grandma, I'm full."

The little girl licked her fingertips and said with a grin, "I'm off now!"

Snapped!
At that moment, the old man's metal prosthetic arm suddenly grabbed the girl's slender wrist and said, "Oh dear, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Grandma has lots of great toys here."

"is it?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled, and she immediately leaned closer, saying, "I want to see!"

"Hehe, come on!"

The old man immediately grasped the girl's small hand with just the right amount of strength, conveying a warmth that was impossible to refuse.

"Grandma, there are lots of friends here."

Da da da!
The two elderly people walked deeper into the house, where a hole had been dug that led into the garbage mountain.

Soon, a stone door and a toppled tombstone appeared before them.

This place must have been an ancient tomb before.

Dang Dang Dang!
"Grandma, what's that sound?"

"Oh, so the kids are cutting meat to cook."

Stab-prick-

"Grandma, what's that sound?"

"Oh, the children are fluffing fabric and making new clothes."

slam-la-

"Grandma, what's that sound again?"

"Oh, the children are taking a bath."

At this moment, as the two stepped into the stone chamber, the old man held the girl's hand tighter and tighter.

buzzing-

The machine's noise grew louder and louder.

As the two stepped over the threshold, a sudden enlightenment dawned!
Inside the stone chamber was a massive production line, seventy or eighty meters long. Even more awe-inspiring was the deep passageway, hundreds of meters long, that had carved out the entire garbage mountain, leading all the way to the summit!
A ray of cool sunlight shone from the mountaintop, hundreds of meters high, creating a white-gold sphere.

A dozen or so burly mutants were working on the production line.

At this moment, an old man whose entire body, except for his head, has been replaced with steel, is standing in front of the dryer.

The dryer transported out boxes of powder, which the old man picked up, licked with his tongue, and sorted into categories.

For the less desirable ones, after compacting them, roll them up with cool grass leaves.

Medium-sized ones are rolled up with tender human skin.

The best quality fish scales are rolled up from a palm-sized, crystal-clear fish scale.

These cigarette-like substances are genetic opium.

Each one is as thick as a cigar.

Green, yellow, and multicolored.

The green ones were tossed into a huge bamboo basket behind him by the old man, while the yellow ones were placed on a shelf behind him.

As for the colored one, the old man pulled a bell behind him, and a gilded box suspended by a thick steel cable fell down. The old man carefully stuffed the colored gene opium roll into it.

Then the slings rose steadily.

Only then did the old man slowly look at the old woman and the girl.

"Oh ho, Xiao Hua Zi, you've gotten another tender leaf?"

"Hehe, Mr. Li, please inspect the goods."

Click!
At that moment, the old woman's metal arm suddenly popped out, transforming into a steel cable that snapped shut, completely locking the girl's arm in place.

These flower-picking plants all serve this gene factory, similar to the production lines here; there are dozens of such lines on this mountain.

Anyone who has killed or kidnapped a mutant can come in and trade.

The old man opposite him sized him up, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Not bad."

"The genes haven't collapsed to the skin yet, and the gene seeds shouldn't have changed color. This kind of material has the strongest staying power."

"It can become a top-quality product."

The old man stroked his beard, tossed out a cloth bag, and said, "500 coins."

"light and spacious!"

The old woman took the money bag and beamed with joy.

"It has to be the Four Elders Peak who keep their word."

At this moment, the old woman stared at the little girl with her crimson eyes and laughed, "Hehehe, little girl."

"You actually dared to leave the mutant village alone and come to the garbage mountain?"

"Didn't your parents tell you that once you leave the village, you can't even trust a radiated rat by the roadside? Heh heh, you're as naive as an idiot!"

No, Grandma.

At that moment, the little girl was unusually calm. She tilted her head and looked at the production line.

At the other end of the dryer, dark red minced meat is being fed in.

Looking ahead, the conveyor belt was transporting people hanging upside down.

Ta-da! — Chopping bones and cutting them into pieces.

Sizzle, sizzle—skinning and hair-pulling.

Splatter—blood rushes out and flesh is ripped away.

Ultimately, the meat chunks contaminated with the genetically modified parts were crushed, purified with chemicals, then filtered, deodorized, dyed, and flavored. Finally, they were pounded into minced meat and dried into powder.

These genetic opiums contain undecayed genetic nutrients, which mutants can rely on to maintain the genetic stability of their bodies.

However, once you stop using it, it will quickly backfire, causing explosive genetic collapse. Unless... you keep using it.

now.

The commotion here had no impact on the workers on the production line.

The mutants on the production line all retained only their bodies; their heads were made of metal.

Their heads were kept in a cabinet at the back, and in order to improve production efficiency, these workers could only replace their heads with their own after get off work.

“I come here often.”

"You come often?"

The old woman and the old man exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

"A newbie like you will be sold off as soon as you get close to the garbage dump!"

The girl remained silent, only staring at the cabinet behind her, and said, "Uncle."

"I actually wanted to ask if all the mutant villages in G13 were sent here."

"Oh?"

The old man was taken aback, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Villages marked with letters are generally villages inhabited by untouchables who pay their taxes promptly. I have some recollection of that.

He glanced at the girl and said calmly, "Yes."

“Yesterday, a group of thugs, who I don’t know where they came from, came with hundreds of mutant corpses.”

"Yes, there is that village you mentioned."

"is it?"

With her hands bound, the girl asked, "Do you know where those people went?"

"do not know."

The old man raised his hand, and the mechanical hand transformed into a sharp hook. He said, "You don't need to know."

"Soon, you can be just like them."

The girl seemed not to hear her and said, "There was a woman who was blind and had a high level of genetic mutation. Has she already undergone treatment?"

"They've all been processed."

The old man said indifferently, "The quality of the products from that village is quite good; they can generally be processed into medium-sized batches."

"Of course...it's good."

The girl slowly raised her head, and the old man's face stiffened.

The girl's eyelids slowly grew, enveloping her dark eyes with no whites.

“I’ve taken good care of the entire village…”

"You've ruined everything... How am I supposed to explain this when Father comes back?"

"I promised to protect Mother."

*Pfft—Boom!*

At this moment, the old man's face turned pale with horror! Both he and the old woman beside him changed color!

"you!!!"

puff!
The girl's figure swelled up, with black blades piercing through her body!
"Xenophage!!!"

"V-shaped heterophasus!!"

The old man screamed and rushed to the back, trying to press the alarm!
Pfft!

But a sharp, black tail spike pierced through his chest in an instant!

"Well!!!"

The old man's eyes bulged out! His entire mechanical body convulsed uncontrollably, and a purplish-black genetic material covered his entire body like a spiderweb, absorbing the energy within him.

"help me……"

The old woman's head was crushed by a huge claw, and her body was still twitching.

On the production line, the workers are so mechanical that their minds are focused only on the set work procedures, and they are completely unaffected by the environment.

Even if the foreman dies in front of them, it won't affect production efficiency.

when!
The chains binding the girl broke.

Where the girl was originally, a mutated creature appeared.

It has a dorsal fin, six eyes on its face, and below it a spiky nose and a giant mouth formed by a crusher.

It stood a full ten and a half feet tall, upright, with thick hind legs supporting long and large arms. Dense black metal blades grew from its flesh, gleaming coldly on its bluish-purple skin as it moved.

Bloated and fierce.

Buzz! ! !
The mouthparts formed by the pulverizer had pale, sharp teeth and emitted a low rumble and a girl's shrill scream!

"I'm going to...eat you all!!"

The old man struggled to support his prosthetic body, wailing, "No!!"

"You can't kill me!"

"The Four Elders Peaks belong to Lord Xiandu! They're right on the summit!!"

"If you don't run, you're dead!!!"

Click!

click-

The only response he received was his enormous mouthparts.

Pfft!

Iron filings and crimson light flew everywhere in an instant!

……

"There's a mountain of garbage ahead."

At this moment, Ji Ran and the others could clearly see the garbage mountain.

"These four mountains have stood for three or four hundred years and are an important link between Xiandu and the outside world."

Chen Gao explained to the three of them, recounting the glory and history of the garbage mountain.

"It's so high, won't it collapse?"

"Of course not. The mountain peaks were specially designed and controlled by important figures in the Immortal Capital, becoming four exclusive operating areas..."

boom! ! ! !

At that very moment, a deafening sound rang out!

One of the garbage mountains, halfway up the mountain... collapsed with a deafening roar!

Chen Gao: "..."

(End of this chapter)