I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"No problem! I can handle anything, come with me!"

I thought it would take a lot of persuasion, but to my surprise, they agreed immediately.

The houses here all have garage-like workshops, and when the roller shutters are opened, a large amount of professional equipment is revealed. Hans has already pushed the equipment out with his two glowing prosthetic arms.

"You can have any style you want. I'm about to become a prosthetic craftsman, so I'll just have to try out these new prosthetic arms. They're incredibly precise!"

"Throwing knives will suffice, but there will be quite a lot of them."

Du Jue watched with some surprise as Hans enthusiastically began forging, feeling that this guy was a truly positive and optimistic person, and that the work that ordinary people would dislike had not dampened his enthusiasm at all.

Touching the current status preservation box in her bag, Du Dui began to feel a headache coming on from Ke Keqi's work requirements.

They actually want to torture people with death energy and then cut off their heads.

He didn't want to use such bloody and terrifying methods on innocent people; that would be no different from what Wim did.

As the night rose with the setting sun, Du Jue wondered if he should go to Lane 23 to borrow some heads from the cooks in his hometown.

"What an ugly thing."

The discordant, angry tone immediately made Du Jue frown. He turned his head and saw a tin can, completely out of place in Kafka town, staring at Hans beside him.

It seems I've seen them before at the immigration checkpoint, given the prominent hammer symbol on their armor.

Du Jue immediately recalled that this was a member of N Company's "Physical Purity Demons," who regarded anyone who used a cybernetic body as a heretic and subjected them to violent trials using bloody methods.

Wouldn't someone like that just cause trouble if he came to Kafka Town?

What about his hidden weapons?!

"Hey, get out of here and play somewhere else!"

He gestured to Hans not to worry, then got up and walked towards Guido, only to find a blond boy lying unconscious next to Guido's massive body, which was completely covered in medieval armor.

Guido gently placed the boy on the roadside, then grasped a giant iron nail with one hand—a nail large enough to skewer a person like a barbecue skewer, still covered in bits of flesh.

Following the trail of blood on the ground, Du Jue realized that the other person had just come out of Hans's house next door. This guy came specifically to kill people!

"You are a pure person, please step aside."

"Although this trip has come to an end, I still have to teach these heretics a painful lesson."

"Are you deaf to me telling you to get lost?!"

Why should we protect these heretics?

thump.

Just as Guido was about to lift the iron nail, Du Jue stomped it into the ground. Guido's eyes, hidden behind the iron mask, suddenly turned dangerous. He used his arm to push against Du Jue's foot and slowly lifted it up.

Blood pump!

thump.

The tip of the nail was pressed down again.

"Are you a heretic too? Do you have a prosthetic body implanted in your body?"

"Guido, let's go."

A woman dressed in a school uniform also came out of the next room, without even glancing at Du Jue, and walked straight out of the town.

Du Jue then loosened his foot and watched warily as Guido pulled out the nail from the ground.

“I’ll remember you. Next time I’ll bring a scanner, and all heretics will have nowhere to hide.”

Guido followed the woman slowly away.

Even if I guessed they might commit atrocities, there was really no reason to fight them here. This guy named Guido hadn't even used his full strength yet, perhaps because he didn't want to hurt someone who seemed so innocent.

Sinclair?!

Hans put down his work, his face changed drastically as he looked at the disheveled blond boy on the ground. He frantically slapped the boy's face to slowly wake Sinclair up.

Du Jue then remembered that this person seemed to be a game character as well, but he no longer cared about such things; his goal was to become the pinnacle of the city.

When he hurried to the next room, the familiar smell of blood and the scattered stones and fragments of prosthetic bodies made Du Jue understand everything: this family had been judged with nails and hammers because of their prosthetic modifications.

This is really annoying!

He was only here for Oobara, so why force him to kill someone?

"Have you taken care of all my throwing knives?"

"Are you blind? What kind of time is this to be thinking about throwing knives?!"

A sharp boning knife was placed against Hans's neck, causing him to abruptly stop speaking.

"Do as I say."

That single sentence, devoid of profanity or threat, sent shivers down Hans's spine. After glancing at Sinclair, he resumed his forging.

Du Ju put away his boning knife and stood by as a supervisor, then turned and beckoned to Sinclair.

"Are you alright? If you are, sit in the yard for a while. After all, your whole family is dead, and it will smell pretty bad if you go back now without ventilation."

Upon hearing this, Sinclair burst into tears, while Du Jue, acting as if nothing had happened, inquired about Hans's situation.

Does your town keep records of people entering and leaving?

"No, no, because there are too many people coming and going here to do prosthetic body business, so the townspeople are basically used to unfamiliar faces."

He didn't reveal his name during this trip, and he changed his clothes upon entering K Nest, and even had his hair specially trimmed, so there shouldn't be any obvious traces left.

However, without the strong resilience provided by the workshop hamster's talent, he would find it difficult to fight flexibly after activating the death aura state.

The five current status preservation boxes in the backpack contained the lead-gray combat suit kit. Du Jue was too lazy to waste his breath on those nail-and-hammer idiots, so he decided to just give them to Cocoqi.

What kind of bastard dares to judge people like this!

Ding!

The sound of forging fueled Du Jue's growing resentment, while Sinclair's crying only added to his irritation.

Suddenly, all the radios in Kafka town started blaring.

"Gentlemen, I am Kromer. I'm sure you all know me well. Now, I'd like to introduce you to the town's newest member—the Iron Hammer Cult!"

Ding!

"You will definitely like and understand our good intentions."

Suddenly, screams and cries erupted in the background, startling Hans so much that he stopped what he was doing.

"Don't stop, do as I say."

Hans suppressed his fear and continued working when he saw Dujue standing expressionlessly in front of him.

Ding!

“We have prepared a repentance ceremony for you. Of course, for the time being, it is based on the principle of voluntariness, so that you can understand the pollution and sin brought about by prosthetics.”

"The unclean parts will all be nailed through; let us all witness the fate of the unclean!"

"They deserve this punishment!"

Ding!

The sound of hammering steel nails rang out along with screams; anyone could hear the horrific sounds of metal cracking and flesh shattering.

A riot broke out in Kafka town, with many townspeople who had undergone combat cybernetic modifications coming out to resist.

"Oh, quite a few more volunteers have arrived. You don't need to worry about queuing; we have plenty of judges here."

Ding!

"Sir, I, I've got everything done."

92

Chapter 92 Broadcast.

Hans stared in horror at the numerous thin threads protruding from Du Jue's cuffs and collar, unable to comprehend the logic and method by which these things operated. In the blink of an eye, the throwing knife, still warm from the workbench, was absorbed into his clothes.

Ding!

"Your name is Sinclair, right?"

Du Jue knelt down in front of Sinclair, the blond boy staring at him in panic, his face filled with the fear of surviving a disaster and unspeakable regret.

“I understand you’re heartbroken, but crying here won’t stop them from killing people over there. Even if you fall asleep, time will still pass.”

"Gulp, I don't know. I have nothing left. It's all my fault, but I can't change anything."

Sinclair felt the nightmarish scene gripping his lungs, making him sob uncontrollably and unable to speak coherently. Then he felt himself being lifted up.

"Run away, seek revenge, submit, endure, commit suicide—you clearly have so many choices. What do you mean by 'can't change it'?"

These words stunned Sinclair, who was in deep grief. Could these really be called choices? And he didn't know how to choose!

"But, but my family is already dead."

"I'll ask you to answer what you mean by 'cannot be changed'."

Originally, Du Jue only wanted to make use of the religious madman Sinclair's nail and hammer, but now he couldn't help but be moved by Sinclair's bewildered expression. After all, when Kaji failed to find a job, he asked him the same bewildered question.

When faced with the questions of those lost in the urban currents, the answer to this question is always the same: [The answer to this question is missing from the original text.]

That is to move forward without hesitation!

Du Jue mimicked Pianjiang's actions, cupping Sinclair's youthful face. Sinclair involuntarily felt short of breath and tried to struggle, while Hans, standing beside him, was too frightened by Du Jue's inexplicably terrifying aura to speak.

"There is only one thing that cannot be changed in the city, and that is change itself."

"Don't worry about the children, they're already dead."

After whispering those words in Sinclair's ear, the man's eyes widened immediately, conveying disbelief and incomprehension, and he instantly forgot to cry.

Du refused to put him down and turned to walk into Sinclair's bloody home.

The entrance to the town.

Ding!

Another combat cybernetic body was nailed to the display board, its blood and brain fluid obscuring most of the names of the cybernetic workshops and companies.

"Don't worry, little one, you are still pure. Come and see how your mother died because she went astray."

Kromer forcefully pulled open the girl's eyelids and pointed them at the gruesome display of prosthetic bodies on the exhibition board, as if he were manipulating a camera.

"The personality chips of the Green Journey were simply an act of inhuman brutality. It's a pity they have been wiped out, otherwise I would have shown you their sinful judgment."

A mere dozen or so judges wielding hammers were enough to kill all the cyborgs who had poured out of the town, and Guido, standing beside Cromer, had already smashed five cyborg heads with his hammer.

Everyone was terrified and hid in their homes, listening to Cromer's brutal preaching on the radio.

Zira!

Suddenly, a piercing screeching sound came from the broadcast, the preaching voice stopped, and it was replaced by a hoarse electronic voice.

"Attention all staff, stay home. We are not responsible for any deaths that may occur."

The cold words were repeated three times.

Kromer immediately put down the trembling girl in his arms and turned to look at Guido suspiciously. This was not the content of the sermon.

"I have sent two little hammers to guard the broadcasting room, probably because they have been attacked by heretics in a despicable way."

"I will immediately lead men to wipe out the heretics."

Guido, standing still, resembled a giant iron nail. With just one step, his heavily armored body covered in patterns created a heavy visual impact, and his blood-red cloak covered the blood on the ground.

The three judges were about to follow, but they stopped a moment later.

The newcomer's lead-gray combat uniform had no markings or features, only a faint gray mist emanating from the gaps, and the faintly visible blood-red "death" character puzzled Guido.

"Why are you covering your body? Is it because you're burdened by the sins of prosthetics?"

Du Jue lifted the two iron hammers, each the size of a human head, that were dragging on the ground and carried them on his shoulders. This immediately made Cromer stand up. She stared at the uninvited guest with a dangerous look and a disdainful smile.

"Looks like another sinner indulging in evil. Is there someone you know on this display board? Hahaha."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you all at once, because there are still pure souls among you who can turn away from darkness and embrace the light. I will use this town to show them the greatness of the Iron Hammer Cult."

Guido had already raised the enormous nail and hammer in his hand in a rage, and the blood-stained white ribbon under the nail and hammer seal on his armor shook because of his angry, trembling body.