I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"grass!"

Du Jue hurriedly reached out and grabbed the edge, thus avoiding a fatal fall. However, the feeling of his body being suspended in mid-air once again made him feel powerless, and he couldn't even climb back up.

I want to go up!

His powerful resilience enabled his body to move quickly, and the next moment a huge shadow enveloped Du Jue, causing him to shout out in disbelief.

"You're insane! You've turned yourself and everyone else into this grotesque mess!"

The man's head was facing me, but his long, long giraffe neck looked like a bloody street lamp, making me feel physically uncomfortable and even causing me to vomit.

It tried its best to look down at Du Jue, but its own spine pushed open the top of its head, and clumps of brain matter dripped onto Du Jue's head, almost knocking him off.

Suppressing his will to survive, he mustered all his strength, swallowed the acid and brain matter, and tumbled back onto the church floor, whereupon he vomited violently.

"It's nothing. Do you remember anything before you were 23? Right?"

Swish!

The massive bone blade came crashing down on him, and Du Jue's expression immediately changed. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his shirt, and ripped it open to reveal the word "death" on his chest.

The air is thick with death!

"Whhhhhh! None of those!"

The excruciating pain could not deter Du Jue from his actions, for his extraordinary resilience compelled him to do what he wanted to do, even if he was reluctant.

Tear!

"I'm all of them!!!"

The deformed right hind leg of the deer was suddenly chopped off. Du Jue, covered in gray mist, was about to slash again when the opponent's terrifying scythe cleaved his foreleg in two. The excruciating pain of the slash through his body caused Du Jue to lunge into the wound on the opponent's leg.

Avoid frantically concentrating your mind to repair corpses using death energy.

He then forcefully bit into the other person's wound, not to obtain information about their weakness, but to release the sudden, intense pain.

I am going to kill you!

With a single sentence uttered in his mind, Du Jue scalpel crawled into the giraffe's body, like a vicious parasite thirstily grasping at every inch of flesh, until it burst out from the chest.

Du looked up, and his eyes, now focused again, finally saw that the beast the man had transformed into was the size of half a cathedral, and the numerous holes he had created were even larger than those in the cathedral.

The cathedral was gushing blood, resembling a tower of blood.

The agony of death silenced his tinnitus, but he could still hear the man's coarse words, which were almost inaudible.

You hate me!!!

Welcome back!

The massive head tilted to the right, smashing through five or six pillars in succession, causing the entire cathedral to lose its balance and collapse.

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The weaponry rolled more than a dozen times upon landing before finally stopping in front of a pile of rotten planks, leaving many weapon workshops with dents and craters.

Suddenly he realized that the pain of death was getting smaller and smaller. He hurriedly looked up and saw that everyone around him had run away.

Since obtaining the Death Tattoo, even a short walk outside would fill me with death energy. I never imagined that I would actually use up all my death energy today.

He barely managed to repair most of his body, and all the ashes evaporated and disappeared.

The shattered communicator stubbornly continued to make a sound. Du Jue pressed the button several times in a daze, but no one answered until he casually threw it on the ground, at which point a cracking sound came through.

"How are you, Du Jue? This godforsaken place is a complete mess. Keep your communicator on, we're coming right away."

"No need to come over."

Avoid getting up in a daze. If you are just a so-called lost soul, then who are you?

Can someone who has a consciousness imprint still be considered a person with a self?

A sense of helplessness washed over him, and Du Jue touched the work card stitched to his chest, trying desperately to stand up, but he stumbled and fell down again.

His right leg was not fully repaired because the life force was exhausted, and someone else had to die to repair it.

"We're already outside. There are too many crazy people here. Hang in there!"

"Don't do something so stupid next time. Making money isn't like dying! Even if we can't buy a star's name, we can just name it ourselves."

"I'm not asking you for money for taking care of those little brats, so be normal!"

It seemed that Du Jue noticed the low spirits in his voice, a demeanor he had never shown before.

"I am normal."

He picked up the broken steel bar to support himself as he slowly stood up, the movement aggravating his wounds and causing him to grimace.

"Don't say we have nothing, we want to be our own masters."

"Boss, why are you reading that cult propaganda banner? What's the actual progress in eradicating it?"

Upon hearing this, Du Jue couldn't help but laugh, never expecting to be comforted like this.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me before I become the pinnacle of the city."

"I may grow old, get sick, and die, or I may become senile or insane, but that will definitely happen tomorrow!"

What utter nonsense about having nothing.

The man from the emerald green trip and the executives of K Company are just minor issues. Once he reaches the pinnacle of the city, everything will become clear and easily resolved.

"Ugh, ugh."

Heavy breathing came from behind Du Jue, which made his hair stand on end and he involuntarily gripped his steel cane tighter.

Avoid looking back with a tense expression.

Scattered orcs tore open the giraffe's flesh and blood, revealing it to the light of day. They seemed stunned by the collapse of the cathedral, standing there in a daze before splitting their lips to reveal sharp teeth.

These guys are pretty clever; they use corpses as cushioning.

When Du Jue saw their wounds slowly healing as they lowered their heads to eat, he immediately panicked.

Hey!

How are you still alive?!

"Hey, help me!!"

Du Jue, leaning on a steel crutch, fled in panic, followed by four or five long-haired orcs who were also limping. The two sides were moving at a pace similar to that of a race walk.

"Are you guys crazy? Stop chasing me!"

The complex terrain of the garbage dump was a nightmare for the lame man; it was full of bumps and sharp edges, and he had to think twice before taking a step.

Suddenly, Dujue stepped into thin air, and his right arm was immediately cut by the glass, leaving a long gash. The wild beast behind him pounced at that moment.

Bang!

A gentle breeze brushed his face, and Du Jue, who was gripping the steel bar, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With white steam billowing from its body, the sword was drawn, driving back the wild beasts. Then, the swordsmen helped Du Jue up and fired a pneumatic syringe.

"Phew, I feel much better."

"Really? Then you'd better remember this time, because I've paid back your debt."

The three quickly returned, preventing Du from being carried directly on his back.

The building's doors and windows were tightly closed, and not a single child was running around, clearly indicating that the building had been instructed to do so beforehand.

Katae carefully wiped and put away all the tattered clothes and weapons, preventing himself from lying on the sofa contemplating life and what to do next.

The sudden, shocking intelligence still disrupted his plans, giving Du Jue a momentary lapse of consciousness.

“Look, I knitted a knives and spear for your boning knife.”

Du Jue smiled as he looked at the pale yellow woolen scabbard that perfectly held his boning knife.

"good."

He sat down next to Du Jue with a swagger and a prosthetic body, looking quite like a bandit.

"Here, I've taken out the SIM card from your communicator and replaced it."

Do not nod when receiving a new communicator.

"You seem to have something on your mind. Usually, you come back, fall asleep as soon as you're done sleeping, and leave right after, just like a heartless customer. What's going on with you acting like this?"

"Speaking of which, Christmas is coming soon, and the kids have made you a Christmas tree."

Christmas tree?

This purely decorative item must be quite expensive in the city. Was it a donation from Company L?

Following the direction indicated, you'll find a four-tiered Christmas tree made of green plastic stools. Each tier is covered with irregular green cloth, which also decorates the tree with many red and green balloons.

At the very top, a yellow five-pointed star was painted on the wall.

This stunned Du Jue, who then noticed a swaying burgundy bow near the tree.

"Hey! Kids, didn't I tell you all to stay quietly in your rooms?"

Upon noticing this as well, Ai immediately began to complain, while Olivia, who had been hiding behind him, stepped forward somewhat timidly, still holding a doll in her arms.

"Honestly, kids are such a hassle, always running around. You're out there every day, you have no idea how much trouble it is for me to deal with so many little brats."

"Thank you."

Those two short words left Yan speechless. She leaned back on the sofa happily, while the other two Iron Men started unpacking the package.

"Because you've been working outside a lot, you might be very tired and have trouble sleeping, so I thought I'd give this to you."

When Olivia saw that Ao had turned his head away, she mustered up her courage and stepped forward to pick up the doll.

He didn't feel a warmth and a cozy fragrance as soon as he touched it, which even made him feel drowsy and fall asleep.

“I heated it in the microwave, and I think it must feel exactly like my mother’s embrace.”

"Yes, they are indeed the same."

It was only then that Du Jue suddenly realized that he seemed to have no memory of his parents at all.

He felt like he had been to university, but it also seemed like he hadn't.

They can't be illiterate, can they?

Was what that man said true?

However, the biggest flaw is the game he knows. Since he is the only successful one, it can't be that Greenery's actions turned the urban scenes into a game in another world just for fun.

Is it possible to keep transmitting personalities day and night just to fulfill a gaming dream?

Moreover, since the research on the Green Journey has reached the point of even purging the leaders, was he making such a statement because he had informants around?

Perhaps he is the original, but he has to hide it to avoid being eliminated by the leader as well.

In short, the truth is absolutely not like that!

The thick fog made Du Jue slightly distracted, but when he looked around at the people in the room who genuinely cared about him, the confusion lessened considerably, and the present moment was undoubtedly real and within reach.

Whether it's the shadows of the past or the hardships of the present, he just needs to overcome them!

[Lesti: Absolutely not! Do you have time today?]

[Don't ask: What's wrong? Are you being targeted by gangsters?]

[Lesti: No, not at all. Are you home today? I brought you something.]

[Improve: You'd better not go out today. Didn't you see those rampaging wild animals?]

[Lesti: Sigh, I'm out now. Why do I always run into these kinds of bad luck? If W Company hadn't sent me the notice, I would be dead by now.]

So he came here to show off; let's avoid a knowing smile.

[Du Jue: Okay, then be careful when you come over. I'll pick you up when you get off the bus.]

dong dong dong.

The knocking made everyone tense. Du Jue immediately stood up and looked through the peephole.

[Olga: Wendo! I called you but you didn't answer. Come quick!]

[Olga: There are a lot more monsters in the commercial district, the ones protected by the Second Association. Walter in the Sixth Division is short-handed; this is a legitimate Association commission!]