I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

A large number of broken arms grasped each other to form twisted branches, and disgusting blood covered the branches like bark, and at the end of them were human head fruits.

The head, whose hair was grabbed by someone, was still alive and even made an incomprehensible whimpering sound, like a demon from hell appearing in the world.

Even the members of the carriage gang below looked grim when they saw such a horrifying thing. They looked away, but the apprentice spread out his hands with some pride.

"Well, although I don't think it's natural enough, it's above my standard."

“This is a work of art!”

The leader of the carriage gang was cheering on the side, waving pliers, his fat trembling.

However, the rough sound coming from below made them both stunned in surprise.

"Rubbish."

The boiling anger made Du Jue tremble all over and he couldn't even speak. He felt that all the nerves in his body were suddenly tense and he couldn't control them.

These damn guys didn't capture people to eat or force them to have sex, but instead used living people to make this nonsense garbage!

"What do you think?"

The Ring Finger Apprentice didn't seem to hear the anger in Du Jue's tone. Instead, he asked seriously, then turned around and frowned as he looked at his hard work.

Then he shook his head.

"It can indeed be made even more perfect. Do you want to become a part of my perfect work of art?"

Everyone in the club immediately grabbed their weapons, and the three-story carriage gang members all faced the enemy with malicious intent to eliminate him.

No one thought that an unknown person could escape, let alone the distinguished guest from the Ring Finger.

A heavy gray fog spread from Du Jue's body. It was a strange smoke like smog, and it crawled on the ground like morning mist.

"You wail here until you die."

The enemies were so powerful and numerous, but Du Jue still wanted to kill them.

Du Jue immediately reached out and grabbed the thorn sword called Death, as if no one could stop him from moving forward once he picked it up, and all he had to pay was the pain that would not hurt his body.

"Well, is this your artwork? A fog?"

"Ugh!!!"

Du Jue instantly fell to his knees, grabbing his helmet and letting out a terrifying scream that left everyone confused.

But the next moment, wailing spread.

"Wow ah ah!"

“It hurts, it hurts!!”

The pain of death was like a wave that instantly sank the three people in front of Du Jue, and then spread violently to all directions.

The first floor of the clubhouse instantly turned into a chorus of pain, leaving the gang members above stunned and shivering all over. Even the ring finger apprentices were stunned.

Even if they reacted and wanted to escape, it would be useless.

To stop him from crawling in pain, the Kaji knife that was wrapped in his right hand with tape in advance hit the enemy's eye, and he was stabbed back and forth in agony.

New pain of death was immediately added to the wailing hot oil, and the entire top club immediately let out a terrifying and creepy roar.

“Genius!!!”

The Ring Finger Master grabbed the railing and trembled all over, completely losing his previous composure, but still retained his pursuit of art.

In a short period of time, the pain of death made everyone forget everything, and they could only torture their bodies madly in an attempt to reduce the pain in their souls.

As Du Jue cut another person's throat, the entire area nearby was in an uproar, and no one could ignore the shrill wail in the dark night.

"You are, uh ah! You are!!!"

An extremely long minute passed, and even the Ring Finger Master's sanity was on the verge of collapse. She tried desperately to hear this perfect chorus clearly, but she was always distracted by the pain.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the extreme pain anymore and started to commit suicide. The three extra death auras that appeared instantly made the crawling Du Jue fall down completely.

Oops! !

Du Jue, who still had some sanity left, immediately realized that something was wrong, and with red eyes, he forced himself to suppress his deathly aura.

But every time it contracted an inch, the severe pain would make him dazed for a moment, and the deathly aura would spread again.

“Ah!!!”

Everyone is filled with fear of rejection and pain.

The boss holding the pliers hit himself on the head with the pliers, then jumped down from the third floor.

The incoming death energy immediately made Du Jue's efforts to retract the death energy go to waste. He held his helmet in a daze, and his remaining sanity was quickly evaporating.

The Ring Finger Master laughed wildly as he tortured the corpse of the apprentice around him. He even used the torture instruments in the private room on himself, and then drew an extremely distorted A on the floor.

"Hahaha!!"

The last survivor in the club also jumped down the stairs holding his disciple's art exhibition box.

Bang!

The tree, along with the apprentice's death pain, was brought with it the death energy.

Du Jue's pupils dilated on the spot, and his anger and rationality had disappeared at this moment.

The death energy could no longer be controlled and erupted.

Gray fog obscured the neon lights.

Du Jue, who was in a daze, felt that a long time had passed, yet not much time had passed.

An unimaginable numbness made him unable to even think.

It was not until the phantom pain awakened him that Du Jue remembered that he seemed still alive.

"uh uh"

The deathly aura had dissipated, but the heavy phantom pain still made Du Jue's hoarse throat emit a rusty sound.

"Top of the city."

This auditory hallucination made Du crawl involuntarily.

The quiet clubhouse was filled with corpses with faces distorted by howling.

After standing on the ground for more than ten minutes, Du Jue started to crawl again. The streets were full of scavengers' clothes and liquids, almost overflowing the road.

As he crawled, Du Jue was covered in a liquid of unknown smell, but he had no idea what was going on.

Until I saw the bodies escaping.

All the streets I saw were wide open and silent.

Du Jue looked at the endless corpses falling outwards with the club as the center, still unable to figure out what this was, so he continued to climb.

After crawling for a long time, there were still corpses in formal attire with their throats slit. Du Jue suddenly felt something strange in his heart, a feeling different from pain.

A colorful ring tattoo was carved on the beating heart, which made Du Jue gradually regain his sanity.

The moment your thoughts turn, you must avoid crawling in fear or crawling regardless of anything.

He didn't dare to look up, let alone look at the corpses on both sides.

Because this is horrible!

Until it crawled to a place where people could talk, it would crawl around like a maggot.

"Go home, I want to go home first."

He tried to let go of the phantom pain and sin, and his fingers, whose fingerprints were almost worn out, gripped the ground faster and faster. All he wanted now was to go home.

However, the phantom pain returned, causing him to convulse on the spot.

And sin is displayed coldly and harshly by reason.

The extreme sense of guilt made Du Jue lose his mind again. When he looked up again, he found that he had already arrived home.

God, it’s still dark now.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why haven't you come back before midnight?"

"Those three cyborgs are out looking for you. They're probably staying in a hotel now."

43 you you you

Du Jue lay silently on the sofa, looking at the white sky outside the window, feeling a sense of emptiness.

It was like nothing had been done last night.

"Brother, what did you do yesterday?"

"I did something bad."

He stood up and took off his dirty combat uniform, looked at his hands, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

There was still work to do today, and he couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

"That must be to protect me."

"No, I just killed someone."

"In the city, protecting those who are related to you means killing those who are not related to you."

Katae brought a bowl of hot soup to Du Jue, and these words made Du Jue even more shaken.

"Is this okay? Although it's a little late to say this, I mean, maybe some people here don't need to die, like you."

"Thank you for protecting me, brother."

"I don't know! You don't understand what I'm saying!"

Faced with Du Jue's series of incomprehensible nonsense, Katae nodded in sudden realization.

He turned around and took out the enkephalin injection from the bedroom.

"No, I don't want that, and I won't be using this in the future!"

Du Jue threw the pneumatic syringe to the ground and buried his head in his legs. He didn't know what he was doing.

Gently putting down the injection, Katae gently lifted Du Jue's face.

"I know you need more courage."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and recalled.

Du Jue wanted to interrupt the other person directly, but he still tried to calm his inner irritation.

"Du Jue, you are a born lunatic."

"Morality and good and evil are just excuses for your actions, and your brothers and friends are just toys for you to relieve stress. Everything you do is because you want to do it, there is absolutely no other reason."

"Just like no one asks why apples fall from trees, you don't have to try to convince yourself otherwise."

Looking at Katae's serious eyes, Du Jue felt a long-lost peace and immediately changed into gang clothes.

Picking up the boning knife, Du Jue turned around and asked hesitantly.

"Do you really think so?"

"Hmm? Oaks used to be like you. I studied some psychology books and told her the same thing. It worked very well."

"After all, the courage to protect will eventually run out."

Hey!

Du Jue recalled Oaks's cruel look as he shouted about fear and blood, and immediately slapped himself, finally returning to normal.

There is no time to be sad here. The Seed of Light project of the Brain Probe Company does not wait for anyone, and we cannot stop working.

In the taxi, Du Jue was browsing the communicator and found a wanted notice from the Ring Finger.

It's a bit inaccurate to say that he's wanted. They are posting invitations on the forum to meet Lead Gray Music, and are even willing to set up a theme art gallery for him.

However, the ring finger did not give a specific image, but an abstract picture of a gray human figure. It was impossible to find the person by following it.

Du Jue looked out the car window in a daze.

The city is full of cold weapons, which sometimes makes him forget that this is a world with advanced technology, and it only takes one night for explosive news to spread.

An office worker had been hanged from a tree outside, his body dangling from a briefcase on the grass.