I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 457 Look at what you've done (45)

Chen Yu had expected the other party to unleash a sword light or spell, but the shuttle was clearly not in a good state.

It completely disregarded tactics, simply emptying all the sword talismans it carried, and then charged towards Chen Yu without hesitation. After Chen Yu dodged, it didn't even try to ascend, instead smashing into pieces on the ground.

Amidst the raging flames, Chen Yu saw the driver's head, which had been used as a prop, emerge from the cockpit and roll in front of him.

Although his skin was burned and torn by the flames, he showed no sign of pain. Instead, he felt a sense of relief, as if he could finally go home.

Seeing the other person's expression, Chen Yu, a former overworked gamer, felt a deep sense of empathy.

Recalling what the driver had said earlier, Chen Yu blurted out, "How many days have you been working overtime?"

"Fifteen days," the driver said with a bitter smile from the flames. "Today I can finally go back to the afterlife. Hang in there, brother, a few of my friends want to rest too."

"Well, what do you need me to do?"

"Give us a quick death, and kill as many as you can. We drivers work year-round, and the only time we can rest is while waiting to be brought back. It's alright when we're practicing body cultivation, we have a physical body to play with. But once we reach sixty, we can only come here to be drivers."

"Oh well."

"Thank you very much. There are some things I can't say, because if I do, it will trigger a spell and I'll be finished, and then I'll have to pay maintenance fees. But there are some things I can tell you briefly: killing us is useless, we're just consumables."

"What does it mean?"

"I can't go into too much detail, but basically it's about consumables. You can figure it out for yourself. Finally, thank you."

Opening his cultivation log, Chen Yu discovered that the other party was indeed thanking him and had contributed fifty positive emotions.

Watching his opponent turn to ashes, Chen Yu realized once again that something was wrong with this place.

The shuttle here is burning, right next to the busy road, but no one pays any attention to it.

An invisible spell isolates this place, preventing outsiders from seeing what's happening inside or knowing what's going on.

"Looks like Wu Zhihao really wants to mess with me. But what's with those drivers? They all look like corporate slaves."

This is a municipality directly under the jurisdiction of Changsheng Prefecture, and it is the most prosperous place in the entire Changsheng Prefecture.

However, judging from the treatment these drivers receive, they seem to have absolutely no connection to the prosperity of this place.

Compared to the area around Tianyuan, the advantage of low human rights is even more obvious here. Being a puppet's accessory can be a legitimate job, and you can even find people to help you.

Even his elimination of the opponent became a good thing, and he was even thanked for it.

The body cultivator was alright, but the driver was clearly numb and even wished he could die and go back.

Forcing a 60-year-old to switch to driving—this kind of treatment seems so familiar.

"No wonder Teacher Zhao said it's even more terrifying outside. I now actually feel that the area lock is used to protect Tianyuan."

After taking a breath, Chen Yu noticed that more flying shuttles were rushing towards him, and more puppets were gathering there.

Instead of leaving immediately, Chen Yu took a moment to recover and began preparing for the next battle.

In the recent battle, he figured out how to use various skills.

He possesses numerous skills, including five titles bestowed upon him by the Star Lord, as well as various spells and combat techniques, which he doesn't usually have time to integrate. However, in the battle just now, he discovered that combat can stimulate his imagination, allowing various ideas to constantly emerge and merge, ultimately combining to create new methods of use.

Body cultivators are those who cultivate through their bodies. Those with body cultivation talent will grow stronger with every battle, but they must also be careful not to get too carried away by battle and become crazy, only knowing how to fight all day long.

Moreover, after each battle, one can acquire more and better muscles and armor, which can be integrated into one's own body and become one's own combat power.

Dodging the oncoming puppet's fist, Chen Yu unleashed a punch. The puppet's muscles, which had been strengthened twice, pierced through the puppet and shattered the pilot inside. Before dying, the puppet even managed to say thank you.

He simply pulled out the parts he wanted and attached them to his body, using self-healing to fuse the puppets on his body together, creating a new puppet.

Such a puppet naturally has a lot of problems, but as long as it can run, then there are no problems.

The Wu Group had a huge amount of consumables, and the puppet cores worth hundreds of thousands were just toys costing a few thousand a month. This absurd thing puzzled Chen Yu, but upon closer inspection, it seemed quite reasonable.

That's just how capital is.

Half a day later, the nearby puppet fragments piled up like mountains, and many pilots were given a few days' vacation, finally giving them a chance to catch their breath.

Subsequently, "The Big Capitalist" also began to circulate among the resting drivers.

They were so amused by Miao Qingyu and the others' performance that they spent their entire limited holiday watching the show, gaining a rare break.

After that, they started trying out the game and excitedly joined in after discovering that they could actually borrow mana, lying down and borrowing mana.

The drivers also had their own communication channels, and more people discovered the secret formula. Many began to apply to fight, hoping to die quickly and then return to get loans.

The men who came to kill Chen Yu were the private soldiers of Vice President Wu Zhihao. However, they were also able to communicate with others and gradually let everyone know about the loan.

After all the private soldiers had died, and the puppets and shuttles were no longer able to move, Wu Zhihao, lying in the spiritual liquid, realized that something seemed wrong.

The trusted confidant who came to report wanted to bow elegantly, but Wu Zhihao, who had learned that all of his Qi Refining private soldiers had been wiped out, finally disregarded etiquette, snatched the report and read it quickly, then asked in astonishment, "How is that possible? The other party really is just a senior high school student."

"Yes," the confidant replied helplessly.

Such a terrifying record actually came from a senior high school student.

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the video with his own eyes.

The most terrifying part was when the opponent dismantled the puppet with his bare hands.

That was the beginning of Chen Yu's invincibility in Changsheng Prefecture, and also the starting point of a miracle. It was unbelievable that a Qi Refining cultivator could disassemble a puppet with his bare hands and then stick it to his body.

Even more terrifying is that, through continuous fusion, the other party has now become a chaotic puppet.

Standing seventy meters tall, it resembles a moving mountain of garbage from afar, covered in irregular armor plating, with artificial muscles bearing numerous stitches peeking out from the gaps in the plating.

It had more than a dozen power plants on its body, and the shuttle's propulsion was mounted on its arms and back, which was the only way to propel this twisted and unclean behemoth forward.

Looking at the picture of Chen Yu's puppet, Wu Zhihao couldn't see any beauty in it; he could only see a terrifying monster.

After staring at the picture for a while, Wu Zhihao threw it away angrily and said to Xi Ya, "Look what you've done."

(End of this chapter)