What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin? Author: Jiushao Shiki

Barefoot Connor has been tightening screws in the Magical Mecha Factory for a long time, but he has not received any reward. This is the rule, the degenerates who cannot use magic are slaves, and slaves do not receive any reward.

That night, Connor suddenly didn't want to be a slave anymore. He threw the wrench aside and stared at the lights in the distance. When he ate, he asked the guard for three pieces of black bread.

After getting the bread, Connor asked the guard: "Do you know where the emperor is? The registration form says that I assassinated the emperor."

The guard replied calmly without even looking up: "Psycho, keep tightening the screws tonight."

Connor glanced at the bread in his hand and stepped over the peacefully sleeping guard.

"One loaf of bread is enough for two days. I hope the emperor is not too far away," Connor said, "Besides, I still have three loaves of bread."

1. Don't let us go hungry.

Connor never thought that his otherworldly start would be so bad.

On a remote island of the Magic Empire, in a dark underground magic mecha factory, Connor and dozens of barefoot slaves were numbly tightening screws on the assembly line.

In a trance, Connor recalled that he had seen the sun of this world before coming to the underground factory on Border Island.

"The emperor has been assassinated! Seal off the scene! Catch the assassin!"

This was the first sentence Connor understood after performing parkour at Comic-Con in his Master Assassin costume and climbing over a high wall obstacle.

Then he was electrocuted by a large group of soldiers flying in the sky, changed into prison uniforms and went into the factory to tighten screws.

The electric shock was very stimulating, and it made his brain spin, and he still hasn't reacted to the problem.

The factory was very spacious. Countless tall stone pillars supported the vast underground space. The walls were covered with marble slabs with simple lines. The magic lights on each pillar made the slaves who came in and never left here almost forget the feeling of basking in the sun.

"Hurry up and work! You degenerates!" The factory director, wearing boots made of special leather and round-framed glasses, waved a whip in his hand accompanied by the guards.

The factory manager was in a bad mood, as if he had lost the bet today. The sparks on the whip switched back and forth as his fingers pressed.

"Not being able to use magic is a sin! You are all guilty, but the masters above are kind and have left you a way out. Otherwise, all of you degenerates would have been dealt with!"

"The rules here..."

"Hey, new guy, I'm talking to you. What are you looking at? Get back to work! What I despise most is people who don't even work hard!"

Snapped!

The whip was connected by leaping sparks and hit a slave who was staring at him.

It was Connor.

His shirt was torn by the whip, but that was all. The sparks from the whip even dimmed when they left his body.

Nothing? The factory manager subconsciously took a step back and looked at the whip carefully.

Oh, the brightness is not enough. Maybe I forgot to add magic to the whip today. You are lucky.

The factory manager gave the guard a look.

"Everyone here must abide by the rules. If you are told to bow your head, you must bow your head. If you are told to work, you must work... Number 0226, right?" The guard immediately stepped forward and picked up a yellow button from his pocket with his left hand.

Connor has no name here, and neither do the other slaves in the factory, only a four-digit number.

When the yellow button was pressed, three simple straight lines on the marble floor tiles lit up one by one, outlining a lightning-like magic pattern at Connor's feet.

Connor subconsciously wanted to leave, but the lightning magic pattern rose very quickly.

"That's the rule!" the guard laughed grimly, as if this was his greatest pleasure.

Nourishing~

Lightning flows——

Connor now understood why slaves had to go barefoot, while factory managers and guards had to wear special shoes.

After figuring out one of the ten reasons in the slave factory, Connor immediately fell straight to the ground.

People are numb.

When he woke up again, Connor was back on the crib.

“What a fuck…”

Is this how the story of the alternate world begins? I was inexplicably drawn into the vortex of assassinating the emperor and thrown into a slave factory?

After the second electric shock, Connor became much more awake.

Rubbing his face, Connor looked around.

"We must find a way to leave this damn place!"

This is a very crowded dormitory, with roughly forty or fifty people living there, all working on an assembly line to tighten screws.

The other "workers" had already eaten and were sitting on their beds or on the floor, staring blankly at the blank walls with expressionless faces.

Connor had just arrived and had no idea what everyone else was waiting for.

Opposite him was a gray-haired man.

"They are waiting for the only entertainment they have in the day besides eating and taking a bath - "Die Valkyrie Go Forward", a show that will be projected onto the wall at a fixed time every day."

"Are you hungry? I have half a loaf of bread here."

The man explained, throwing another small piece of bread to Connor, who caught it in his hands.

"0226, it took a lot of effort to drag you back."

Dividing the bread and dragging yourself back? It seems there are still good people out there.

“Thank you,” Connor did not eat the bread immediately. He finally met someone he could communicate with. He looked at the number plate on the white-haired man’s chest and asked in a low voice, “0201, how long have you been here? Has anyone ever walked out alive from here…”

go out?

"Bah! Disgusting!"

"What is this nonsense!"

The gray-haired man 0201 cursed angrily with disgust in his empty eyes as if he had heard some taboo words:

“There are rules in the factory.”

"Don't let us go hungry!"

"Today I'll give you half a loaf of bread for bringing you back, and a quarter of it for you, plus interest. Tomorrow your bread and half of your soup will belong to me. Really, I helped such an ungrateful person..."

After saying that, 0201 turned around and stared at the blank wall with the other slaves, no longer paying attention to Connor.

Huh? Slaves are addicted? Connor couldn't understand it for a moment. Is it possible that yearning for freedom has become a taboo here?

"What's about to be played is—Valkyrie Charge Forward!"

"How many enemies will the Valkyries shoot down in this sortie, driving the standard model magic mecha?"

The blank wall suddenly became colorful, with blue sky, white clouds, sea, and the so-called "Valkyries" appearing.

Connor didn't find the projection equipment, which seemed to be a magical device.

What concerned him was not the things on the assembly line being assembled into a transformable mecha, but the opponents of the Valkyries who drove the mecha.

Dragon, or wyvern.

Suddenly, hundreds of flying dragons appeared from the sky and pounced on the Valkyries whose formation was thin. Immediately, a Valkyrie who advanced too far was torn to pieces by the flying dragons.

Connor looked at the bloody scene and murmured, "What is the world outside like?"

The slaves have long been accustomed to this show. Whether it is the young and beautiful Valkyries, mechas, flying dragons or even life-and-death fights, each one deeply stimulates their nerves.

The numb dormitory immediately became noisy. 0201, who dragged Connor back, even opened the market on the spot and bet on the next day's black bread.

"I bet that blue-haired guy comes back alive!"

"Then I bet on the golden retriever to kill at least five!"

"I bet the whole army will be wiped out, and there will be no intact corpse!"

The joys and sorrows of each person are different. The Valkyries driving the magic mechas have no idea that in the dark underground there is a group of degenerate slaves who are gambling with their lives.

What a fucked up world.

Connor gnawed on a small piece of brown bread, the hard crumbs constantly cutting his mouth.

Tomorrow I will go to the assembly line to gather intelligence and find a chance to escape. I will also return the bread to the man, after all, I did not report him on the spot. Oh, and get a new set of clothes...

The next day

"Okay, that's all for today. Let's all go register and get our stamps."

"Thank you for the great emperor's mercy."

Connor was confused when the guard announced the end of work, but the threatening looks from more than 30 "roommates" that said "Don't let everyone go hungry!" made him bow as well.

Get stamped, collect clothes, return bread, take a bath, eat bread and drink soup, and watch "Die Valkyrie".

"I bet the golden retriever will kill the king!"

"I bet on total annihilation!"

Day Three

"Okay, today..."

"grateful……"

Stamp, bath, eat, drink, and continue watching "Valkyrie Go Forward"

"Golden Retriever beats ten!"

"completely annihilated!"

Fourth day

After finishing a day of screwing work, Connor curled up on the small wooden bed and slapped himself hard.

How could he suddenly take this slave life for granted? Why was he still thinking about tightening screws at this hour?

"Who is this? So noisy! You lost the bet and want to get the bread back? No way, rules are rules!"

When the surroundings became quiet, Connor lay flat on his back and stared at the planks above, silently reviewing the information he had observed over the past few days.

First of all, no one in the slave factory can use magic, including the factory manager and the guards. In essence, everyone in the underground factory is a degenerate.

Secondly, the factory manager and the guards are equipped with magic props to control the slaves, including protective uniforms, whips, and magic pattern controllers. The rest of the equipment is unknown. In addition, it is unknown why the whip does not hurt oneself, but it is very effective when hitting others, and it has a strong deterrent effect.

Then, there are five assembly lines in the factory, and the number of slaves on each line varies. The largest number is more than 100, and the smallest number is 40 to 50. The slaves seem to have accepted life under the "rules", hate those who want to break the rules, and keep silent about the outside world, except for "Valkyrie Go Forward".

Finally, there are not many watchers. There are 12 people in each shift including the other four production lines, and only 10 people can show up at the same time. The watchers do not live here, but rely on a magic ladder to go to the upper space. Food also goes on this magic ladder.

At the very end, there are dragons, mechas, and magic outside.

Apart from these, he found nothing more useful.

Pulling his short blond hair, Connor recalled the time when he was paralyzed by a small button. The danger lay in the button in the guard's hand and the marble floor.

If you want to escape, you must get the guard's special shoes, or think of other ways to isolate yourself from the influence of the marble floor. If you get a map, it should be smooth sailing...

Capture lone guards and defeat them one by one. Steal their equipment? Take hostages? Disguise? Incite...

Just as Connor was thinking, a female voice without any emotion appeared in his ears.

"Do you want to understand the truth of the world? Do you want to truly live?"

Connor sat up suddenly with a start. According to his observation, the factory was full of men. The only place where women could be seen was on the show "Valkyrie Onward".

What's more, the lines sound very familiar!

"The listening part of the audition is over."

"The power is fully replenished, connecting to a new qualified person. I am a divine intelligent prism made by the goddess, born to assist you in completing your great mission."

"According to the goddess's order, I will repeat the following..." Prism's voice paused slightly, and then played a distorted voice, "There is no time, no time to explain. Get in the car quickly, urgent!"

Connor subconsciously wanted to hide the crystal so that it would not be discovered by others from the light and sound of the prism, but when his fingers touched the cubic crystal, several lines of text suddenly appeared in front of him.

The transparent cubic crystals floating in mid-air didn't make a loud sound, and the text wasn't very bright either, but the people around seemed to be unable to hear or see anything.

Memory World: Attack on Titan

World Difficulty: 2 (Overworld Difficulty: 5)