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

These two skills will be of great help to the actions he is about to take in the underground factory, and any improvement in proficiency is a plus.

[Eagle Vision] requires one prism point to go from beginner to intermediate, and [Vanishing] requires two prism points to go from beginner to intermediate.

After spending all the money, Connor only had 3 prism points left after completing the survival mission.

“There’s still some to spare…” Connor glanced at the options for skills and traits given by the prism, and considering that he didn’t have much magic power, he finally chose [Breath Blocking].

Trait [Breath Blocking]: Conceal your own breath, suitable for use in covert operations, further reducing the sound of movement and assassination. When entering an attacking posture, it is removed and the damage caused is increased.

Connor has not yet made up his mind about the remaining 2 Prism Points, and plans to improvise depending on how the situation develops.

[Flame Attack] [Shield Breaker] [Heroic Strike] all have their own range of use.

Qualified Person Panel:

Name: Connor

Identity: 0226, Degenerate, Qualified

Level: Level 2 (Experience: 107/400)

Rank: None

Power: 12

Stamina: 12

Agility: 12

Mana: 2

Lucky:?

Equipment Card:

Prism, Stereoscopic Maneuvering Device

Inherent skills:

[Parkour][Screwing][Eagle Vision·Intermediate][Disappearance·Intermediate][3D Maneuvering·Intermediate][Resurgence·Beginner][Force Summon·Beginner][Charge Heavy Attack·Beginner]

Traits:

[Precision][Adaptive Defense][Sixth Sense][Leadership][Mind's Eye·False][Breath Blockade]

Prism Points Remaining: 2

"Prism, what's this [Force Summoning]?"

Connor remembered the [Summon Force] that he had always ignored. There was no room for it to be used in the first memory world.

Prism: Qualified people can use prism to read a person with whom they have established a deep bond in their memory, and use it to distract the enemy or launch an attack. (The same person cannot exist in the same memory world)

"A character with whom you can establish a deep bond?"

He had only stayed in the giant's world for one afternoon, fought a full offensive and defensive battle, and what kind of relationship could he have established with anyone...

Connor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Does a life-and-death friendship count?"

Prism: "Yes, a person who has established a life-and-death friendship with a qualified person can better demonstrate his strength in [Summon Force]."

"Are you sure? Then there's no problem. The target of [Force Summon] will be bound to the Colossal Titan first."

Prism: ...

"I can't understand." A red light lit up in the prism, as if an error had just occurred because of Connor's words.

"A friendship of life and death. I live while he dies. I recognize his determination, and he recognizes my strength. We even almost lived and died together. If this isn't a friendship of life and death, what is it?"

Shengong Intelligence, Prism, has crashed.

Just as Connor was wondering whether to tap the prism, the prism had already restarted.

"【Force Summon】target——Colossal Titan, completed. Updated the Prism vocabulary, modified the definition of 'friendship of life and death'..."

"Successful?" Connor originally just wanted to give it a try. He originally wanted to choose Mikasa, Eren and Captain Levi, but they could only hit once when summoned. In order to better utilize this skill, he chose the giant as his target, but he didn't expect it to be successful.

"Prism, your maker...did he encounter any difficulties?"

Connor asked the questions that had been accumulating in his mind for a long time. From the voice that played when the prism was activated at the beginning, to the mission rewards throughout the entire mission and the prism modification vocabulary, he increasingly doubted the creator of the prism. The person who claimed to be a goddess was in big trouble.

"Yes." Prism replied, "The qualified person completed the initial mission and the information released is as follows-"

"The world is facing the crisis of destruction. Qualified one, your mission is to assassinate the emperor and resolve the crisis."

27. Here are the rules

In the morning of the underground factory, Connor wiped the last bit of soup in the bowl with the last piece of bread, and chewed it slowly and thoughtfully.

As the novice mission was completed, brief information about this world was made into a data pack by Prism and synchronized into Connor's memory.

Assassination, murder or forced killing, no matter what, as long as the emperor of this empire is killed, the crisis of world destruction can be resolved.

Of course, if Connor can find a way to resolve the crisis without assassinating the emperor, that would also be possible.

The purpose of Connor being summoned to this world is so simple and straightforward.

In this world where every citizen of the empire can use magic anytime and anywhere, it is facing the danger of destruction, and the direct cause of this danger lies with the emperor of the magic empire.

When he stood up from the table, Connor still felt a little hungry.

The stomach is full, but the hunger in the mouth is still not satisfied.

The food that the underground factories provide to the degenerates is only enough to keep them from starving to death and to provide them with the physical strength to work.

Connor has one more thing.

Along with what he brought out from his memory world, he also had a piece of bread with meat in it, which he had kept in the arms of his Survey Corps uniform, and it remained intact until it was set on fire by the Colossal Titan.

He sat on a rickety chair that could not bear his weight, pretended to put the kettle in his mouth mechanically like everyone else, reached into his arms and touched the thin piece of bread.

He shook the kettle and found that there was no water in it. This made him realize that there was no water in it. He frowned and blamed himself for being forgetful. Then he stood up, left the broken chair, and walked towards the water room with a faucet.

His movements were slow, even a little clumsy, as if his muscles could not bear the heavy burden. This was a normal reaction for any degenerate who had worked on the assembly line in an underground factory for a long time.

The team fetching water moved forward quickly, and when it was Connor's turn, only 0201, who had dragged him back on the first day, was left.

0201 Reduce the water flow so that the kettle does not fill up too quickly.

"Did you sleep well last night, 0226?" 0201 patted Connor's shoulder meaningfully. "Since you've been pretty well behaved lately, I might have to take back my assessment of you. Today is a special day. If you want to get some luxury goods that shouldn't be here, such as tobacco, candy, alcohol, etc., you can come to me. Of course, everything has rules."

"I can't do anything outside the rules."

As if to add to his persuasiveness, 0201 slightly turned sideways, allowing Connor to see the small white stick he had clamped on his ear.

Connor probably guessed that it was the cigarettes in this magical world. There was no need to light them, and slaves in the underground factory were forbidden to have any fire. The person who got the cigarette only needed to hold the small stick in his mouth and lick it gently with his tongue, and something like smoke would appear.

It's not necessarily refreshing, but it's just a feeling of dizziness similar to lack of oxygen and mild poisoning, which makes the slaves who have long been numb on the assembly line relax temporarily.

Sugar and alcohol can also play a similar role among the slaves. In addition, the daily broadcast of "Die Valkyrie" can keep the slaves' spirits from collapsing.

"If you have made up your mind, you can come to me. After all, today is a special day." 0201 said meaningfully again, and deliberately added emphasis on the word "special".

Connor understood immediately that this was waiting for his "bribe"!

Whether it is future "labor" or supporting 0201's position, or something else, 0201 will accept it.

Connor glanced at the washroom. There were only two of them in the small room. Even the door was closed, leaving only a small gap. Outside, the noisy slaves were spending their last relaxing time before entering the assembly line.

"Don't worry, those black boots are still up there, and it's within the rules, young man."

"Anything?" Connor asked, reaching his hand into his arms.

0201 laughed. He had seen Connor's performance too many times. As long as he gave a call, more than a dozen slaves would squeeze in. Even if Connor was strong, he could only deal with one or two people.

"So...what do you think about this?"

Connor didn't do anything, but took out the slice of sandwich.

0201's eyes suddenly widened. Bread was not important. With his relationship with the guards, he could occasionally get soft bread that was not black bread. But the thing that was revealed in the bread...

He seemed to see...meat? Real meat? Not the kind that was mashed into a paste and couldn't be distinguished from the original ingredients, but a whole piece of meat?

grunt.

0201 couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Are you a thief? What did you steal to get caught?"

0201I saw this kind of thing in the guard's hand yesterday, but now it appeared in Connor's hand. If it wasn't stolen, could it be robbery?

He thought Connor was an obedient slave!

As expected, he hasn't changed at all. He is really ungrateful...

“Can you tell me about the rules here and what the special days mean?” Connor shook the sandwich in his hand, and the meaning was obvious.

"Pay half first, or I'll report you." 0201's eyes slid slyly, "Don't worry, eating here won't be noticed by the black boots, and if you eat, I'll be your accomplice, you can rest assured that this is also part of the rules."

0201 has already arranged the whereabouts of the sandwich. He will eat half of it first, and the rest will be divided into small pieces to distribute to the slaves who are willing to listen to him after today's "special day" is over and he gets the drinks from outside.

"can."

Connor neatly broke the sandwich in half and put it in 0201's hand.

0201 took a big bite and chewed it with satisfaction as if he hadn't seen meat for decades.

"Let me tell you, today is your fifth day here, right?"

Connor nodded silently, waiting for the truth to be revealed by 0201, the slave with the highest number.

"That's right. Half of them will be pulled out from here this morning. Sometimes it's more than half, sometimes it's less than half. They said they would be taken to other assembly lines, but no one has seen them since." 0201 licked his fingers reluctantly, his eyes filled with desire for the other half of the meat sandwich in Connor's arms.

"Actually, they were just pulled over to fill the furnace!" 0201 whispered, "It's half each time, and then more will be added."

"Don't worry, I'm still somewhat capable. I'll tell those black boots later and ask them not to choose you to fill the furnace." 0201 blinked and said with a promise.

"I saved those people who bet their bread every day."

"Here, we follow the rules."

28. Sunny and cheerful big boy

A shrill whistle sounded in the factory.

According to the rules, once the whistle blows, no matter what you are doing, you must gather in front of the guard who blew the whistle within one minute, otherwise you and Connor, who have just arrived, will be hit by the guards' yellow button that will cause an electric shock.

In the team, 0201, who was standing at the front, gave Connor a reassuring look. With him around, Connor would definitely not be pulled to fill the furnace.

Connor just nodded slightly in response, thinking he had found the right time to escape from here.

Just like the first day, the factory manager came to the underground factory, which he would never set foot in normally. The elevator used by the guards and the factory manager to go up and down did not return to the upper level immediately, but stayed in the elevator room controlled by the guards.

Connor used the last bit of free time in the morning to look over the layout of the entire factory using [Eagle Vision: Reveal] and determined that the only way out was to take the elevator.

ka ka ka-

Meticulous footsteps were heard, and a team of 12 guards surrounded the factory director and came in front of the slaves.

"Wait until the new degenerates are cleaned before letting them in. We'll make room for them first." The factory director said to the guard squad leader beside him without changing his expression, as if he was discussing how many slices of bread he had eaten this morning.

"clear."

The guard squad leader immediately stepped forward and took out a registration form in the slaves' fearful eyes.

"His great emperor has compassion for the lives in his empire. He is afraid that you will get bored if you work in one place for too long, so he gives you the opportunity to find a new job."

"The ones whose numbers I called out, please step out of the line and follow the two guards to your new work location. You don't need to pack your things; they will be arranged for you there."

In the slave queue, those who were on good terms with 0201 stood silently, looking at the others with a bit of pity and ridicule in their eyes. They had all been told by 0201 about the results of their job changes, and knew what kind of cruel reality was hidden behind this official statement of the empire.

Only a few slaves who did not understand the situation showed a look of relief in their eyes. They were finally able to change their jobs. They were tired of tightening screws all day long.

Cough!

The guard coughed lightly, suppressing the noise among the slave team, picked up the pen and lightly scribbled on the registration form:

"Everyone within the number range from 0201 to 0225, step out and follow them."

Ok.

0201 nodded subconsciously.

Wait a minute……

Ok? ? ?