I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

[Effect 3: When carrying more than two workshop weapons, your carrying capacity and resilience increase with the number of weapons carried.] 7

Kaji, do you even have money left to play games? You've even come up with resilience.

He pushed Olga away again, who was casually putting her arm around his neck, and immediately understood the general use of this talent.

Bring a bunch of equipment, then let the enemy fight the enemy, and you fight your own. Anyway, high resilience means you can force yourself to fight, and the main strategy is to trade damage for damage.

As expected, the talent brought by the advanced team is powerful.

"Do you know any weapon workshops that offer good quality weapons at reasonable prices? I'm planning to get myself some more high-end equipment for self-defense."

"Hey, look how hard I am."

Olga, reeking of alcohol, grabbed the dazed Du Jue and pulled him onto the dance floor, then dragged him around wildly.

The dazzling lights of the disco ball, along with the crowded people, made Du Jue escape the worries of her daily work. It was as if she had taken endorphins, letting her body dominate her mind. The other two were also pulled up and jumped around.

"Wait, my shoe fell off!"

The dimly lit bar left Du Jue completely bewildered as to who had stepped on his boots. Just as he was about to look down, Olga forced a swig of alcohol down his throat.

"vomit."

After the drinking session ended, Du Jue stared at his right leather boot with a twitching eye. It was almost full of Olga's vomit, and the spilled liquor had made the surface shine.

Mika and Rein, who were supporting the dying Olga, looked at Du Jue with some apology.

"Uh, Wen, I'm sorry. Our representatives don't know their limits when they drink. Next time, let Meixiang take you to the workshop to choose weapons."

"I'm really sorry about this. I was originally welcoming you to the Molar Dental Clinic."

Instead of politely waving goodbye, then clutching the boots and tossing them into an empty trash can, you go home barefoot.

In front of an overflowing trash can, a little girl in tattered clothes, with only her face clean, blinked pitifully at the camera. I quickly pressed the shutter and praised her.

Avoid staring dumbfounded at these guys posing for photos.

"What are you doing?"

"Make money, of course. Do you want to be like me, wandering around all day, shirking your responsibilities and leaving the mess you've taken on behind your back?"

"Hmph, the nursery's website hasn't expired yet, and the people in the nest love this kind of thing."

"The more tragic the photos are, the more money they are willing to donate, but they can't be too tragic, otherwise no one will look at them."

Before I could even understand what was happening, I suddenly felt something tiny jump into my arms. Looking down, I saw it was the little girl who had made a burgundy bow into a hair clip, which was very cute.

She looked up anxiously.

"My name is Olivia, and I will repay you when I grow up!"

The effects of the alcohol were suppressed by these childlike words, but he just smiled and patted Olivia's head, having no expectations whatsoever.

In the city, the more complex and long-term a plan is, the harder it is to succeed, unless you lock people in dungeons and accelerate time like Lobotomy Corporation does.

Time waits for no one; this is not just a forced attempt to express sorrow, but a piece of hard-won wisdom that should be avoided.

Thinking you can easily get things done by doing this or that doesn't exist in the city. Various gangs and cults can break in without warning, not to mention the unpredictable lunatics everywhere.

The city waits for no one.

The reason why Dujue had to become stronger in the most dangerous and fastest way was to withstand Lobotomy Corporation's unique work on anomalies.

Abnormalities are similar to containment objects within the SCP Foundation. Most of them are completely unreasonable, and simply touching them is often extremely dangerous and can result in death.

Not going is not an option, because the Seed of Light could be launched at any moment, plunging the city into an even more terrifying state.

Mingling in low-level organizations will only yield dispensable talents like the "Trash King." There's no time to waste; you must strive to reach the top!

He had no energy to wait for others, after all, Kaji was still waiting for him to reach the top of the city.

"I believe you, Olivia."

"Liar!"

Du Jue tried to deal with the little one, but to her surprise, she angrily raised her right fist.

"Let's pinky swear, that way you'll definitely believe in my determination."

"Alright, alright, now I have no choice but to believe you."

Du Jue squatted down and made a serious pinky promise with Olivia, who then skipped away.

He touched the black satchel at his waist, turned around and called out to the person who was writing a tearful rant, then tossed it to them.

Both Hui and Ao gathered around after they had called the children back to the building.

"Senior, what is this?"

"A lot of money!"

"You didn't steal the stray dog's money, did you?"

He suspiciously zipped up his handbag, forbidding the other two from touching it.

"This is your reward for doing some errands. We can't expect you to work for the nursery for free. The two caregivers should also get a share."

"Tch, that's too formal. Besides, those two guys can just provide food and lodging."

Although he was polite in words, he had no intention of returning the items to Du Jue.

"Go back to your room, your sister has prepared a meal for you."

"No need, I'm waiting for someone."

"What's going on? This is your building, but have you even spent half a day here in total?!"

Du Jue, who was clearly happy, suddenly got angry, turned around and ignored him. The other two didn't want to disturb Du Jue, so they left as well.

Du Dui had become accustomed to Yu Ai's daily change of expression and took out his communicator to wait for a message.

My church is not a makeshift operation. The disappearance of your priest is a serious matter that must be thoroughly investigated. Therefore, I am not going to make a graffiti of a stray dog ​​on the scaffolding.

There's nothing we can do; these stray dogs seem to be living too comfortably right now.

To get promoted, one must avoid creating difficulties even when they don't exist; otherwise, how can one demonstrate loyalty and competence?

This is all so that stray dogs can go through hardships and be reborn from the ashes. I'm sure Boss Jingmei would agree if she knew.

long wait.

The surrounding houses were all in complete darkness, with only colored lights outlining the buildings so that pedestrians could see their outlines.

"Looks like there's no chance today."

Du Jue looked at the time and realized it was almost midnight in the back alley. Then he remembered that no one else was working as soon as they opened their eyes like him. The church probably wouldn't discover the priest's disappearance until at least the next day, and it would take several days to send people to investigate.

But it doesn't matter, he also arranged a contradictory route for the stray dogs through the Zwei Association.

Room 101.

Pianjiang, wearing gloves, brought over a pot of meat soup. Laughter and playful noises came from upstairs, which made Dujue feel that the place had become much more lively.

"Stop it, do you have time?"

"Ok?"

Du Jue put down the soup spoon, turned his head, and saw Elena, still perched on the windowsill with her cow cat body, her mysterious cat eyes watching him.

After covering the meat broth with the lid, Pianjiang sensibly returned to his bedroom and closed the door.

"I want you."

Come again? !

49 Face

"I'll just have a little."

To everyone's surprise, Elena actually drank a little blood, and seemed quite rational.

"Is your injury almost healed? Your blood-sucking isn't as ferocious as before."

"No, it's just because we're friends."

Elena flicked her tail, feeling a little smug that she had eaten her fill before coming over to enjoy the food.

Last time on the rooftop, even though Elena tried to slow down, her blood demon nature still made her eat in a bit of a hurry, and the teeth marks on her wrists can still be seen faintly.

That's good.

Du Jue yawned and fell onto the sofa. Instantly, a strong sense of sleepiness washed over him, and his eyelids closed as if by magnets.

"But don't you think our friendship is a little strange?"

"Ok?"

"What I mean is, maybe we can get a little closer, after all, good friends are inseparable."

"Ah."

"Is there anything I can help you with? As a Blood Demon, this is the first time I've made friends, and I'm not quite sure what to do."

Du Jue was so tired that he fell asleep, which made Elena wag her tail somewhat disappointed as she came to Du Jue's neck.

Seeing the veins exposed to her without any defense, Elena became happy again, licking them with her cat tongue before reluctantly leaving.

Du Jue, barely able to open his eyes, got up and went to sleep in the bedroom, after all, having a blood demon next to him was quite terrifying.

early morning.

Du was woken up by a noise and opened his eyes to see Pianjiang squatting next to him, holding his communicator.

"Hurry! Those cultists dared to attack our gang! Get Du Jue over here right now!"

"Damn it! Where did they get so many stray dogs? Who's the one called a stray dog?!"

"Tell Du Jue that this was an attack by my church!"

Upon detecting the keywords, Du Jue immediately snapped to attention, grabbed the communicator, and hurriedly put on his clothes and grabbed the boning knife with his other hand.

When he ran out, he saw a motorcycle in front of the building, with Elena standing on it.

"Use this; it's a gift from me."

Looking at the brand-new motorcycle, Du Jue hesitated slightly. Who knows how he got Elena, who looked like a cat?

What if you find yourself on a five-star wanted list while riding?

Elena seemed to sense Du Jue's concerns and nimbly jumped off the front of the car.

"Don't worry, I bought it with my own money. The workshop just delivered it to my door this morning."

Goodness, now that the money has been laundered, there's no need to worry about the future.

Avoid getting on the motorcycle with a hint of excitement and starting immediately.

factory.

Rumble!

The explosion and flames instantly plunged the factory entrance into darkness. Park Hui could only be thankful that there weren't too many gasoline drums piled up inside, and anxiously peered inside.

"Where did this damn dog come from! Get out of my way!"

Jingmei punched a werewolf that was over two meters tall, sending it flying, though the bloody scratches on its body were clearly visible.

Zulu and Dino, the cadres dealing with the situation on the sidelines, were leading their men to fight against the dozen or so werewolves that were swinging rapidly on the steel beams. Every now and then, someone would have their arm torn off or be sent flying.

"What's wrong with these bastards?! Kill that bastard!"

The black-haired bear standing in front of the factory was like a mountain of flesh, blocking everyone's way. Just as he took a step, he was attracted by the sound of a motorcycle engine behind him.

"Boss Jingmei!"

When going to work, one must shout out to show one's bravery, and refrain from accelerating the motorcycle again without hesitation, crashing headlong into the black bear.

The heavy, metallic kinetic energy projectile seemed to make the black bear somewhat wary, but instead of dodging, he grabbed the dilapidated iron gate with his huge bear paw and pulled hard, easily taking the huge metal plate in his hand.

“Tell me, where is the law? I watched him awaken to enlightenment.”

call!

Sensing the deadly danger, Du Jue kept a close eye on the black bear's movements. The moment the bear threw the gate, he jumped out of the car and rolled to the right, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Bang!