I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"No problem! I can handle anything, just follow me!"

Du Jue thought it would take some time to negotiate, but he didn't expect it to be agreed to right away.

All the houses here have workshops similar to garages. Once the rolling doors are opened, a large number of professional equipment are revealed. Hans has pushed the equipment out with his two glowing prosthetic hands.

"Any style you want is fine. I'm a soon-to-be prosthetics craftsman, and I'm just trying out this new pair of prosthetic arms. They're incredibly precise!"

"A throwing knife will do, but the quantity is a bit much."

Du Jue was a little surprised to see Hans forging with full enthusiasm. He felt that this guy was really a positive optimist. The work that ordinary people disliked did not dampen his enthusiasm at all.

He touched the current status save box in his bag and started to have a headache about Kekeqi's work requirements.

They actually tortured people with death energy and then cut off their heads.

He didn't want to use such bloody and horrific methods on innocent people. That would be the same as Wim.

Looking at the night sky rising as the sun sets, Du Jue wondered whether he should go to Lane 23 to borrow the heads of some fellow chefs.

"What an ugly thing."

The discordant angry tone immediately made Du Jue frown. He turned around and saw a tin can that looked out of place in Kafka Town staring at Hans beside him.

It seems that I have seen him at the entry point before. After all, the hammer logo on the armor is very conspicuous.

Du Jue immediately remembered that these were the flesh-purity obsessed people from N Company. They regarded anyone who used a prosthetic body as a heretic and used bloody means to carry out violent trials.

Wouldn't it be pure trouble-making for such people to come to Kafka Town?

What about his hidden weapons?!

"Hey, go play somewhere else!"

Signaling to Hans not to worry, Du Jue stood up and walked towards Guido. Only then did he realize that there was an unconscious blond boy next to the other party's huge body completely covered by medieval armor.

Guido gently placed the boy on the side of the road, and then held a giant iron nail in one hand. The thing was enough to impale a person into a barbecue skewer, and now there was still a lot of minced meat.

Du Jue looked along the intermittent bloodstains on the ground and saw that the other person had just come out of Hans's next door house. This guy came here specifically to kill people!

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

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

"I told you to get out, are you deaf?"

“Why are you sheltering these heretics?”

thump.

The iron nail that was about to be lifted was stepped on by Du Jue in the ground. Guido's eyes hidden under the iron mask suddenly became dangerous. He exerted force with his arms again to push up Du Jue's foot and slowly lifted it up.

Blood pump!

thump.

The tip of the nail was pressed down again.

"Are you also a heretic? Do you have a prosthetic body?"

"Guido, let's go."

A woman in school clothes also came out of the next room, without even looking at Du Jue, and walked straight out of the town.

Du Jue then relaxed his feet and watched Guido vigilantly as he pulled out the iron nails from the ground.

"I'll remember you. Next time I'll bring a scanner, and all heresy will be exposed."

Guido followed the woman and walked away slowly.

Even if he could guess their possible atrocities, there was really no reason to fight them here. This guy named Guido hadn't used his full strength just now, perhaps because he didn't want to hurt someone like him who looked pure.

"Sinclair?!"

Hans put down the work at hand, looked at the disheveled blond boy on the ground with a changed expression, and slapped his face in panic before Sinclair slowly woke up.

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

When he quickly walked to the next room, the familiar smell of blood and the stones and prosthetic fragments on the floor made Du Jue understand everything. This family was judged by nails and hammers because of their prosthetic transformation.

It's really annoying!

It was obvious that he came here just for Weiban, so why did they force him to kill someone!

"Are all my throwing knives done?"

"Are you blind? You're still thinking about flying knives at this hour?!"

An extremely sharp boning knife was placed on Hans' neck, causing him to stop talking abruptly.

"Do as I say."

Just this sentence without any curse words or threats made Hans tremble all over. After looking at Sinclair, he started to forge his strength again.

Du Jue put away the boning knife and stood by to supervise, then turned and greeted Sinclair.

"Are you okay? If you're okay, just sit in the yard. After all, your whole family is dead. It's not ventilated yet and the smell is quite strong if you go back now."

Upon hearing this, Sinclair burst into tears, while Du Jue asked Hans as if nothing had happened.

“Does your town keep track of who comes in and out?”

"No, that's not the case. There are so many people coming here for prosthetics business that the townspeople are basically used to seeing strangers."

He did not reveal his name during this trip, and he changed his clothes when he entered K-Nest and even had his hair trimmed, so there should be no obvious traces left.

However, without the strong resilience provided by the workshop hamster talent, it is difficult for him to fight flexibly after entering the dead state.

The five current status storage boxes in the backpack contain the lead-gray combat uniform sets. Du Jue is too lazy to waste time talking to those idiots from Nails and Hammers, so he just gives them to Ke Keqi.

What kind of bastard dares to judge people!

Ding!

The sound of forging made Du Jue's anger grow, and Sinclair's crying made him even more irritated.

All the radios in Kafka Town suddenly started blaring.

"Everyone, I'm Cromer. I'm sure you all know me well enough. I'd like to introduce you to the new members that will soon be joining this town—the Cult of the Hammer!"

Ding!

"You will definitely like and understand our efforts."

Suddenly, a cacophony of screams and cries came from the background, scaring Hans so much that he stopped what he was doing.

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

When Hans saw Du Jue standing in front of him with an expressionless face, he suppressed his fear and continued working.

Ding!

"We have prepared a confession ceremony for you. Of course, for now, it's voluntary, so you can understand the pollution and sin brought by the prosthetic body."

"All unclean parts will be pierced through. Please witness the fate of the unclean!"

"This is the punishment they deserve!"

Ding!

The sound of steel nails hitting each other rang out along with the screams, and everyone could hear the horrific sound of metal breaking and flesh shattering.

A riot suddenly broke out in Kafka Town, and many townspeople who had undergone combat prosthetic transformation went out to resist.

"Oh, there are quite a few volunteers here. You don't have to worry about queuing. We have plenty of judges here."

Ding!

"Sir, I, I have it all ready."

92

Chapter 92 Broadcast.

Hans looked in horror at the numerous thin threads sticking out from the cuffs and collar of the shirt, unable to comprehend the logic and method of how these things operated. The flying knife that still had residual heat on the workbench was instantly put into his clothes.

Ding!

"Your name is Sinclair, right?"

Du Jue squatted in front of Sinclair. The blond boy's face was full of fear and unspeakable regret of surviving a disaster, and he was staring at him in panic.

"I understand you're sad, but crying here won't stop people from killing people over there. Even if you fall asleep, it will still count."

"Gee, I don't know. I've lost everything. It's all my fault, but I can't change anything."

Sinclair felt as if the nightmare-like scene had just gripped his lungs, causing him to sob uncontrollably and speak incoherently. Then he felt as if he was being lifted up.

"Escape, revenge, surrender, forbearance, suicide, you clearly have so many choices, what do you mean you can't change it?"

These words stunned the extremely sad Sinclair. Could these be called choices? And he didn't know how to choose!

"But, but my family is dead."

"I want you to answer what it means to be unchangeable."

Originally, Du was just trying to reuse the religious madman who wanted to use the nails and hammer, but now he couldn't help but be moved by Sinclair's confused expression. After all, Kaji asked him in such confusion when he failed in job hunting.

When faced with questions raised by those who are lost in the urban current, the absolute answer is always the same!

That is to move forward without hesitation!

Du Jue imitated Katae's actions and held Sinclair's tender face. Sinclair couldn't help but feel short of breath and wanted to struggle. Hans next to him was so frightened by Du Jue's inexplicable and terrifying aura that he dared not speak.

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

"Don't worry about it, kid. They're dead too."

After whispering these words in Sinclair's ear, the other party immediately widened his eyes, his eyes conveying disbelief and incomprehension, and in an instant he even forgot to cry.

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

Entrance to the town.

Ding!

Another combat cyborg was nailed to the display board, with blood and brain fluid flowing, covering up the names of most cyborg workshops and companies.

"Don't worry, little one. You are still pure. Come and see how your mother died because of her evil ways."

Cromer forcibly pulled the girl's eyelids open and pointed them at the miserable display of prosthetics on the display board as if he was fiddling with a camera.

"The Emerald Tribe's personality chips were a genie against humanity. It's a shame they've been destroyed, otherwise I'd have let you witness their judgment."

Just a dozen judges wielding hammers killed all the cyborgs pouring out of the town. Guido, who was standing beside Cromer, had already smashed five cyborg heads with a sledgehammer.

Everyone hid in their homes in fear, listening to Kromer's cruel preaching on the radio.

Zira!

Suddenly, a harsh friction sound appeared on the radio, the preaching voice was interrupted, and was replaced by a hoarse electronic voice.

"Everyone, please stay at home. We will not be responsible for any deaths."

The cold words were repeated three times.

Kromer immediately put down the girl who was trembling with fear in his hands and turned to look at Guido suspiciously. This was not what was being preached.

"I have sent two Hammers to stay in the broadcasting room. I'm afraid we've been attacked by a despicable heretic."

"I will lead people to eliminate the heretics right away."

Guido, standing there, was like a giant iron nail. With just one step, the heavy armor covered with patterns on his body brought a heavy visual impact, and the blood-red cloak covered the blood on the ground.

The three judges were about to follow, but they stopped the next moment.

The lead-gray combat uniform of the visitor had no markings or features. There was only a faint gray mist escaping from the gaps, and the faintly visible bloody word "death" made Guido a little puzzled.

"Why do you cover your body? Are you carrying the sin of a prosthetic body?"

Du Jue lifted up the two hammers the size of human heads that were dragging on the ground and placed them on her shoulders, which immediately made Kromer stand up. She stared at the uninvited guest with dangerous eyes and a disdainful smile.

"Looks like another sinner obsessed with 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 ones among you who can turn from darkness to light. I will use this town to tell them the greatness of the Iron Hammer Cult."

Guido had already raised the oversized nail and hammer in his hands angrily, and the blood-stained white seal under the nail and hammer seal on the armor was shaking because of his angry and trembling body.