I'm a magnetic field madman

There is nothing wrong with considering yourself as the "righteous" party... Believing you are right can indeed boost your courage and determination to do things.

But if he were to ask himself honestly, Rentaro wouldn't deny that those enemies of the Blue Dream Company were probably not good people either.

This world is truly rotten to the extreme. Is he destined to choose between one pile of dog shit and another pile of even more dog shit?

Damn it, that's fucking amazing!!

Even so, Rentaro still couldn't choose to obey the Blue Dream Company. This was because he believed that there were still kind and rational people among humanity, and he preferred to trust Mr. Ziyuan and the people behind him rather than Bai Wujie.

"He's here," Tina said softly, ending the meaningless and pointless conversation, her eyes glistening with a faint red light.

Rentaro lowered his body slightly, and at the end of the road, a car slowly drove up. As the car door opened, an old man in a brown trench coat got out of the car, adjusted his hat, and slowly walked over with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Without exception, he is Matsuzaki.

Rentaro's gaze remained fixed on him, while Matsuzaki's destination turned out to be a manhole cover. He laboriously opened the manhole cover and then slowly climbed down.

Without hesitation, Rentaro followed the other person into the sewers, stealthily and silently trailing behind.

The place where Matsuzaki stopped was a sewer corner filled with candles and photos.

He was somewhat puzzled. He had expected to witness some perverse behavior during this clandestine solo operation by a high-ranking executive of Blue Dream Company, but what he saw was not the case at all.

The photos displayed were all of young girls, some with radiant smiles, others with timid expressions, but the only thing they had in common was their dark red eyes.

Realizing something, Rentaro's breathing became heavy, and the sound became jarring in the quiet sewer.

"Hmm? Is this your friend? If you need to find me, just come out."

Matsuzaki, whom Bai Wujie jokingly and teasingly called "Uncle Cai," took off his hat and spoke slowly. Rentaro slowly walked out of the corner, looking at the old man and the photo behind him, hesitant to speak...

"These photos are of children who didn't make it through this era."

As if seeing through Rentaro's doubts, Matsuzaki slowly lit the candles, put down the flowers, and said softly...

"You're the boss's enemy, right? I suppose so, otherwise no one would have bothered with an old man like me. I have no abilities whatsoever, yet the boss trusts me so much. Now it proves that this old codger is nothing but a burden..."

"These...children? Did they die in the experiments conducted by the Blue Dream Corporation?" Rentaro asked in a deep voice.

"You could say that," Matsuzaki said softly.

"The leader gave these poor children the strength to live, but some of the more vulnerable children couldn't make it through."

Some of them were too weak to withstand it, while others became too obsessed with the power and eventually turned into monsters…

"These children are so pitiful; they are just one step away from enjoying a good life. The leaders erected a nameless monument for them, but I think someone should remember these children's names."

"Since you pity these children, why do you help that heinous bastard Bai Wujie?" Rentaro stepped forward and exclaimed.

"He's just using these children's power to achieve his goals! He's just using violence to break up more happy families and destroy more beautiful things!"

"Hehe...Young man, I guess you're also someone who pities these poor children," Song Qi said casually, putting down his hat.

“I know the leader isn’t a good person; he doesn’t even love these kids. But he gave the kids a new choice, the right to fight for what they want.”

"They were just used! He twisted them into a bunch of killing machines with his power!"

"No one can escape being used while living in this world," Matsuzaki said with a smile, looking at Rentaro.

"There are so many different perspectives between nations, companies, and races. If you're alive, you're bound to be used, aren't you? But what's tragic is that even after being used, you still can't get accepted."

Rentaro felt a slight pang in his heart, and Matsuzaki had already walked up to him and chuckled softly...

“Come on, do whatever you want with this old body of mine. I followed the leader for the sake of those children, but I also helped him do too many cruel things.”

He was someone who had already come to terms with things. This was true when he followed Bai Wujie to help the Cursed Child, and it was also true now that he was being used.

Once you take a detached view of good and evil, right and wrong in this world, and see through the essence of stances, you will no longer have any stance to speak of.

"I'm sorry." Rentaro apologized in a deep voice, injected the anesthetic into Matsuzaki's body, and turned to leave with the collapsed Matsuzaki.

He took one last look at the photos of the children under the flickering candlelight; some were afraid, some were expectant, some were happy, and some were timid.

But... all he could see was despair.

Despair of living without any goals or direction, simply to survive.

"Well done, Rentaro!!"

Inside an abandoned building outside the city, Shigensen lavishly praised the silent Rentaro, patting him on the shoulder while signaling the people in charge of the hacking work to speed up.

Song Qi was tightly bound to the chair, while the hacker in charge of the hacking work immersed his whole body in ice water filled with ice cubes to connect to the other party's brain-computer interface and crack the permissions of his brain-computer chip.

Fingerprints can be copied, and retina images can be manufactured, but the access network based on the central AI of the Blue Dream Tower is the biggest obstacle.

Only by successfully entering that tower will they have the opportunity to take the first step in destroying the Blue Dream Tower.

Yuuka looked at Rentaro and gave a soft hum, seemingly dismissing the excessive praise from Senichi Shigaki.

But as a top assassin of the Five Flying Stars Society, he would never let personal feelings interfere with his work.

"The horrific operation is complete. The personal permissions fabricated in the implanted chips will be usable for 24 hours after activation."

The hacker, who had been immersing himself in ice water to cool down, struggled to his feet, removed the tube from the back of his head, and weakly spoke to Ziyuan Xianyi…

Zi Yuanxian nodded slightly. Although that old fox Qi Wuzongxuan wanted to get rid of him, he had no intention or need to hold him back in this important matter.

He waved, signaling everyone to prepare to evacuate and then proceed with the action plan.

But Rentaro glanced at Matsuzaki, who was bound and unconscious, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to Shigaki Sen...

“Mr. Shigaki, that Matsuzaki, he…”

"We're doing something big, Rentaro! Great men don't concern themselves with trifles!" It was as if she had anticipated Rentaro's pitying remark...

Ziyuan Xianyi immediately rebuked what he was about to say to everyone present. Rentaro opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

Whether Matsuzaki is innocent or not is irrelevant; what truly matters is that the lives of these people are currently hanging by a thread.

There can be no room for error in the operation; so many lives are at stake, he has no right to play the saint.

Shiki Senichi pulled the gloomy-looking Rentaro away, giving Mitsuki Yuuka a wink before leaving...

Yuuka immediately stepped forward and fired a shot into Matsuzaki's head, simultaneously killing the hacker who hadn't yet reacted. As they fell to the ground with their brains splattered, the group almost immediately evacuated the abandoned building.

Just as they left, a figure landed beside Song Qi. Looking at the "utterly devastated" Song Qi, he smiled and extended his hand...

"250,000 Horsepower - Cell Regeneration!"

It's not difficult to save an ordinary person whose head has been smashed, as long as they haven't been dead for a while.

There was no need to even try to bring back his "soul" or anything; Bai Wujie rescued this "loyal" old servant and chuckled with amusement...

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Sir, I have nothing to say." Song Qi looked at Bai Wujie and said slowly...

“I’ve always been like this. I have no right to help you for the sake of those children. And I have no right to help those who might die under your grand plan in the future. Perhaps I’m just afraid to make a choice and am just indulging my own self-righteousness.”

"That's a good way of putting it! But I'm even more curious: from your perspective, is what I'm doing wrong?"

Bai Wujie clapped with a smile. Song Qi's words contained not a trace of concealment or deception... And although it was betrayal, Bai Wujie was more interested in the old man's thoughts...

As an emperor, one should indeed listen to the voices of different people. Regardless of whether one adopts their opinions or not, listening and understanding are not bad things.

"Does it make sense?" Matsuzaki countered, a faint smile playing on his pale, aged face...

“Leader, in our eyes you are no different from a god. What a god does has nothing to do with people’s thoughts. You are going to reshape this world, just like God sent down the great flood. Human opinions are meaningless. Even Noah could only live if God allowed him to.”

"Fine! For talking to you like that, I'll give you a happy death."

Bai Wujie clapped with a smile. In his opinion, Song Qi's words were far wiser and more intelligent than those who talked about justice and correctness before they died! Did it make sense? No, it didn't. The people's thoughts were never important to their Martial God King.

Whether to adopt or not, whether to want to or not, it is ultimately those who are like "gods" who decide everything.

Some martial gods with less resolute temperaments might be influenced by words, but Bai Wujie is undoubtedly not such a person.

Matsuzaki's idea was so simple that it could be said that he had given up on thinking for himself, but that was precisely the most correct answer.

This decision to forgo answering is far smarter than those who spend all day in front of the White Nobody interface to tout their policies and promote their so-called superiority.

Matsuzaki lowered her head, and an expression of utter tranquility and joy appeared on her face.

He released his grip, gently knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his body slowly turned into stone.

"This is getting more and more fun," Bai Wujie said with a delighted smile.

37. Solo adventure in the Blue Dream Tower

Inside a large assembly line factory in the Fukushima Heavy Industries district of Osaka...

Wu Wei, disguised and infiltrated, continued her work with mechanical precision and repetition... working as a link in the assembly line, like a machine without thought or ideas.

This factory contains precision component manufacturing equipment such as lathes and lithography machines, which their homeland urgently needs. Wu Wei's job is simple: take them with her. Along with the instruments and data, and if possible, take the technically skilled people with her.

The work of an undercover agent is destined to be tedious, and Wu Wei has no choice but to suppress her restless heart and get to work.

However, the working standards of this sweatshop really made Wu Wei feel uncomfortable.

They work 15 hours a day, starting at 7:00 AM, finishing at 12:00 PM, taking a lunch break at 12:30 PM, and then returning to work at 10:30 PM. They work seven days a week and only have one day off a month.

The environment is harsh, the work is monotonous, and there are those extremely annoying monitoring drones patrolling and finding fault... Even a brief moment of wiping away sweat could result in half a day's wages being deducted.

Honestly, Wu Wei's experience was truly "eye-opening"...

She assumed that every one of those despicable Japanese devils who betrayed her country was enjoying a high-welfare lifestyle in Tokyo, or at the very least, a standard of living similar to that before the war.

But in Osaka Castle, the countless factories are like steel cages, cramming people inside and subjecting them to relentless and grueling work.

The meager profits obtained are then entirely deducted through high taxes and the fact that the company covers all expenses such as food and accommodation.

The people here are extremely susceptible to illness, both physical and mental, yet they certainly don't have enough savings to afford medical treatment.

They either borrow money and then repay it through even more horrific, year-round work enslavement, or they either tough it out or die of illness.

Every day, people like this are dragged off the assembly line, but every day new workers are brought in.

They are not human beings; these workers are merely cogs in a machine, easily replaceable and discardable.

Their lives were no better than those of those struggling to survive in the apocalypse. In Wu Wei's view, this cold and inhumane order was no better than chaotic disorder.

In a sense, those who devour people while sitting in offices are far more terrifying than robbers... because robbers might only take all your money, while those who devour people in offices will not only take your last coin, but also leave you with debts you can never repay in your lifetime.

Yet, this is how everyone in this city lives their lives...

Based on the situation in the Central District where Dong Xue had infiltrated the ranks of "corporate executives" and "senior officials," people there lived a life of extravagance and debauchery.

They are from the same era, use the same technology, live in the same country, and share the same blood, yet they live like two different creatures.

I wonder how those who preach grand dreams and talk about national glory can understand that you may love the country you are loyal to, but your country may not necessarily love you.

Wu Wei's mind was somewhat dazed, and perhaps for this reason, without realizing it, her hatred and anger towards these things she had originally vowed to kill were not so much anymore.

Ultimately, those living here and those living there are nothing more than low-level consumables.

Just as she was lost in thought, she felt a light tap on her shoulder...

A short girl gestured with her eyes that the monitoring drone had arrived. Wu Wei nodded slightly and continued with her repetitive assembly line work.

At lunchtime, Wu Wei, holding a box of nutritional paste that tasted almost as bad as mud, casually found a corner to sit down and absentmindedly popped some into her mouth...

Just then, someone sat down next to her. Wu Wei turned her head in surprise and saw that it was the girl who had reminded her earlier.

"You're probably not from Osaka, are you? Judging from your appearance, you used to live in the Minato Ward?"

The girl blinked her bright eyes as she looked Wu Wei up and down, her smiling face revealing two beautiful dimples...

"My name is Wei Jiang, and I'm from Dongcheng District. Let's support each other when we work together in the future."

"My name is Sha You," Wu Wei softly gave her false name, but she was already feeling impatient.

She doesn't want to be friends with the enemy!

"Then we're friends, Sayu. Speaking of which, you're so pretty, with such fair skin..."

However, the girl kept talking incessantly while stuffing nutritional paste into her mouth, and it was because of her incessant chatter that Wu Wei reluctantly learned about her family's situation.

Her family consists of three people: her mother, who suffers from chronic pneumonia but has no money for treatment and can only earn a little money by doing small handicrafts at home; and her daughter, who is only three years old.

As for her father and husband, one went missing and the other died in a factory accident; she received half a month's salary as compensation.

But in Osaka, this is not a family that can be described as particularly tragic.

There are far more people worse off than them, including some who were so heavily indebted that their entire families were dragged away by debt collectors to have their organs harvested and sold.

When Oe introduced her situation, she didn't seem particularly discouraged. She was still smiling, as if she believed that if she worked hard, there would definitely be hope.