Chapter Nine: Friends in the Dead End
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Upon hearing that survival was possible, Cheng Yang immediately asked, "What is the plan? How can we avoid exposing the auxiliary brain? ... ... Is it really possible to survive?"
In an instant, a hand was raised, and someone exclaimed: "I want 5!"
Cough cough cough cough ... ... Zeng Yang patted his chest, trying hard to clear his ticklish throat, but misfortune struck just as he was coughing; someone grabbed his hand, and the half-eaten pancake was snatched away by a nearby green-skinned alien with big eyes, who was always looking down, appeared strong, yet somewhat lewd.
In the terrified gaze of the Waluo person at the exhibition booth, a machine was brought onto the stage, and the Waluo individual began to be bound to the machine. An armored soldier holding a large instrument started to activate the device in his hand, and a milky pink halo was projected onto the Waluo person. Zeng Yang, who had received auxiliary brain support, understood that this was an advanced medical machine, translated from the alien language as "Bionic Insect High-Speed Biological Repair Surgical System," abbreviated as "Biological Repair Device"
Give me 50!
You are indeed a valued customer, please proceed inside first
I will help you, whether horizontally or vertically, it is all death... It is better to fight to the death than to die passively
Oh... ah... oh...! Various exclamations erupted from the crowd, as if the auxiliary brain system of the Waluo people were a rare item
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Who... who is it...! The inexplicably confused Zeng Yang turned his head vigorously to look around, only to find that everyone around was staring blankly ahead at the marketplace. Then the mysterious voice spoke again: "No need to look, we are having a mental dialogue, I am in the cage to your left...!"
Each Luoluo person sells for 60,000 Pabi, only 60,000 Pabi... Fair and reasonable, fair and reasonable, hurry up and place your bids! What are you waiting for? You should all know how much each auxiliary brain system costs, is there anything cheaper than this?
... ... `` Good, 300 Luoluo people have given you 50,000 Pabi, please allow this gentleman to enter and select first ''
Cannot
Following the second truck, a similar aircraft approached, and this time it was not fabric that descended, but food resembling pancakes. Each time it fell, those who were already famished would frantically shove the pancakes into their mouths, regardless of the risk of choking, ultimately leading to a minor riot over the scramble for food
The floor was vibrating, and the light and shadow from the small window above flickered continuously. In the pitch-black carriage, it was only through these small details that one could discern the movement of the entire maglev train. At this moment, Zeng Yang found himself in the same carriage as the large, round-bellied man from before. The large man sat alone in the corner of the carriage, while the others instinctively crowded towards the periphery, leaving a small blank space around him.
I want 10 of them
A three-dimensional display appeared beside a small shed that blocked the sunlight, allowing everyone in the audience to easily see the auxiliary brain within the mind of the Luo people, while simultaneously proving that the words of the person on stage were not false.
Please keep the receipts for the 10 items and the illustrated book properly
Those red halos are not what one would call "smoke-like halos"; rather, they are countless tiny mechanical bionic insects, moving at a speed 20,000 times faster than that of an ordinary human. When the instrument's special electronic eye captures the condition of a biological entity, a powerful intelligent computer immediately determines the differences between the damaged organism and a normal one, and mobilizes billions of bionic insects stored in the instrument for biological engineering repair. When the instrument's special electronic eye captures the condition of a biological entity, a powerful intelligent computer immediately determines the differences between the damaged organism and a normal one, and mobilizes billions of bionic insects stored in the instrument for biological engineering repair
Hello, Roer, my name is Zeng Xingyang... You can call me Zeng Yang or Xingyang
Do not act impulsively, Xingyang, do not act impulsively... We cannot even control our own fate, and we are utterly powerless to help them
Shame ... ... Zeng Yang felt a profound sense of humiliation, from his body to his soul, being displayed like livestock, listening to the mocking laughter and critical comments of the audience, even being teased and having things thrown at him ... . Having never experienced such a thing, Zeng Yang was filled with rage; the impulsiveness of youth only ignited a desire for slaughter, to hack all of them ... ... all the aliens into pieces. Having never experienced such a thing, Zeng Yang was filled with rage; the impulsiveness of youth only ignited a desire for slaughter, to hack all of them ... ... all the aliens into pieces.
Although it may seem strange, one is judged by their attire; everyone can immediately tell that this individual is not only wealthy but also the type of nouveau riche who is exceptionally affluent
The third flying vehicle, gliding past the crowd, began to spray water—crystal clear and incredibly sweet pure water. Countless squatting aliens raised their heads and opened their mouths to catch the falling droplets. When the water was sprinkled on Zeng Yang's head, he too looked up and caught the pure water pouring down on him. The soldiers in armor nearby laughed derisively, claiming that these slaves were drinking their urine. Although he did not understand why they said this, a heart-wrenching sense of humiliation made Zeng Yang feel exceptionally uncomfortable
I possess the ability to read minds and communicate spiritually. I feel that you are different from them; we are kindred spirits. I do not wish to see you perish
They all do not know that you have an auxiliary brain, and the doctor in your mind is a terrifying demon... The pirates both revere and fear that doctor... They believe that doctor is an extremely fearsome person, who decides who lives and who dies, and that doctor has killed thousands of people, having once destroyed a planet
Roer revealed a look of sadness in his eyes and said, "Perhaps some people will become slaves, but most will not be able to survive"
A line of completely naked aliens, urged by whips and weapons, walked out of the cargo hold and were instructed to sit directly on the sandy ground. Zeng Yang was among the third group to exit the cargo hold, sitting on the scorching sand with his body tightly wrapped. From a distance, he looked at the shuttle being transported and realized its immense size; it resembled a giant whale without fins, continuously releasing aliens from its inverted head.
... ... "20 Luoluo people is too few, let's buy 30 instead ... ... I'll give you a bit of a discount."
The nouveau riche alien tested the strange loudspeaker on the exhibition stand, then cleared his throat and began to introduce the people below who were writhing in their seats: "Greetings to everyone who has come to Kalikalam. Since you are here, I won't waste much time. I assume you have all already viewed this batch of goods, so let me introduce you to the largest group among them, the Volo people. ... All these Volo individuals are war prisoners, captured on an armed long-range vessel. They are mechanics, navigators, researchers, observers, recorders, and various scholars ... I assume you have all already viewed this batch of goods, so let me introduce you to the largest group among them, the Volo people. ... All these Volo individuals are war prisoners, captured on an armed long-range vessel. They are mechanics, navigators, researchers, observers, recorders, and various scholars ...! As we all know, the Volo people possess advanced auxiliary brain systems, so to verify the authenticity of my statements, let us open the brain of this slave and let you all see the auxiliary brain that the Volo people take pride in!"
But they... these damn pirates
At the same time, he was dressed in a loose black and white striped robe with wavy patterns, which fell directly to the ground, covering his legs and revealing only the pointed tips of his purple shoes. A silver belt, made of an unknown metal, was cinched around his waist, giving this slender figure a very spirited appearance. Over the black and white striped robe, he wore a larger outer robe with black stripes and a yellowish hue, topped with a peculiar, ornate flat-topped hat adorned with various dazzling gemstones. A silver belt, made of an unknown metal, was cinched around his waist, giving this slender figure a very spirited appearance. Over the black and white striped robe, he wore a larger outer robe with black stripes and a yellowish hue, topped with a peculiar, ornate flat-topped hat adorned with various dazzling gemstones.
Zeng Yang, filled with astonishment, quickly leaned against the cage to look to the left. In an instant, a pair of large eyes, pressed against the bottom of the cage, looked back at him, the same eyes that had met his gaze before, belonging to the half-human among the half-humans.
So... what about those Luoluo people? Can they survive?
No, no, no... my friend, I have a plan! Perhaps we can both survive. I can learn about the events in the arena from their hearts. As long as we help each other, we can both make it out alive
The number of alien slaves released from the warehouse is increasing, and Cheng Yang, amidst the overwhelming sights, has come to realize that there are so many different kinds of humans in this universe
Returning home ... ... in that fleeting moment, Yang's eyes became moist. He clenched his teeth tightly and nodded towards the distant pair of hopeful eyes, his affirmation resolute. "I promise you ... ... I will definitely ensure your survival, and that both of us can live on ... ..."
As the maglev train sped through the air, the surrounding sounds began to enrich, with various high-pitched alien languages, the roar of engines, the growls of animals, incomprehensible music, and the casual calls of vendors... A myriad of sounds filtered into the dark carriage
A halo enveloped the scene as the instrument extended two mechanical arms and ejected sharp blades, gently piercing the head of the Waluo person from front to back, as if peeling an orange. It then precisely rotated around, while the other mechanical arm grasped the skull and pulled upward; just like lifting a pot lid to reveal the rice inside, the brain of the Waluo person was instantly exposed to the gaze of the public.
Yes... my friend, listen to me. The Colosseum initially served as a venue where a group of slaves would rush in to fight against a small number of armed gladiators, until one side emerged victorious. I can help you understand what others intend to do, but I also need you to ensure my safety
After providing simple clothing, food, and another bath, a streamlined hover train rushed in from the distance, while the enslaved aliens, including Cheng Yang, were escorted by armored soldiers into the stifling carriage
Star Yang, my friend, do you know what they intend to do with the Luo people they are purchasing
People dressed in various outfits walked past the truck, each one looking at the humans confined in the train cages, some teasing, some joking, and others taking pictures with strange devices. At that moment, Zeng Yang felt that their gazes upon him were akin to how one looks at monkeys in a zoo, filled with curiosity, sarcasm, and disdain
Zeng Yang stared wide-eyed, somewhat in disbelief, as he looked at the sea of people around him. Amidst the throng, one hovering train after another came to a stop, surrounded by the crowd. On some specially constructed platforms stood raggedly dressed aliens, while others in splendid attire were making grandiose statements, occasionally mocking those in tattered clothing.
Yes... I believe you must have felt your own peculiarity as well. We all possess unique abilities. You may call me Roer, as my original name is too long.
Yes... the one standing on the stage is the negotiator for the pirates, as well as the manager of their treasury and the logistics officer. All the transactions of the pirates are handled by him
The rudimentary maglev train appeared to have been in use for a long time, covered in rust, with people packed tightly inside, a lingering odor permeating the carriage. Barefoot, Zeng Yang stubbed his toe; he looked down at the uneven metal floor and noticed some dark lumps, resembling the blood clots that formed after his injuries.
Are you saying that you know what those galaxy pirates are thinking?
The auxiliary brains of the Waluo people are divided into seven levels, with a level seven auxiliary brain being worth several warships. Moreover, levels 4 to 6 are rarely available, making the auxiliary brain in your possession extremely precious. Buyers are planning to do as that doctor did, extracting the auxiliary brains from the Waluo people's brains and ultimately transplanting them to themselves or others.
Over there, that person, 5 Luoluo people
Can I still go home? The heat wave pressed against my face, and I endured the blowing sand, my eyes filled with confusion and a sense of lifelessness as I gazed at this place. Ethereal and melodious music drifted from afar, and the young man, far from his earthly homeland, helplessly set foot on the soil of an alien planet under the threat of death
"Same kind, are you saying that I also possess the same abilities? Hmm... special powers?"
Observing the bustling scene, Zeng Yang wore a look of indifference, completely unaware of why those Luoluo slaves were selling so well, even doubting whether the person at the booth had done something underhanded. At that moment, a mysterious voice echoed in Zeng Yang's mind: "Friend, you must not claim to possess a Level 5 auxiliary brain, or you will be in big trouble! hetushu.com.com"
The aliens who captured Zeng Yang also set up a rudimentary exhibition booth, accompanied by a small awning to block the sunlight. Once the setup was complete, a very slender alien stepped onto the platform. He had brown hair, gray skin, a long horse-like face, and a large nose, with a bridge that protruded, giving it an aesthetically unpleasing folded appearance. Beneath his sparse brown eyebrows were a pair of small eyes that sparkled with intelligence. His ears were sharper than those of humans and adorned with a purple earring, while his prominent jawbone sported a braid made from a tuft of hair.
I will pay 50,000 Pabi for each Luoluo person, and I want 300 of them
Hello Xingyang ... ... If we can still survive, I hope we can become friends in the future
Watching the aliens around him suffering the same fate, Zeng Yang's face involuntarily twitched a few times. Upon seeing a few people in the distance collapsed on the ground with whip marks from the aliens, as a Chinese person with a millennia of cultural heritage, he swallowed hard, and for the first time looked at his so-called "partners" with a gaze filled with anger and disdain.
I bought 20 of them
Zeng Yang furrowed his brows, expressing a hint of disbelief as he said: "What... what? You mean those thousands of Luoluo people imprisoned in the cage ahead, you say they all..."
I will also have 30!
Alright... I promise you, as long as you can keep me alive, I will listen to you! By the way, why can't my Level 5 auxiliary brain be exposed? It was installed by them after all
A short and immature alien was being dragged by an adult, locking eyes with Zeng Yang. However, in its eyes, there was a mocking smile reminiscent of a comical animal, a smile directed not only at Zeng Yang but at all the "animals" trapped in cages. At that moment, Zeng Yang felt an overwhelming urge to kill all these people, yes, to kill them all, leaving not a single one alive, including that child, and to eliminate everyone behind him as well.
Indeed... it is akin to how humans repair a spacecraft, mobilizing tiny bionic insects for "biological engineering repair." When this engineering repair is combined with ample energy, materials, specialized scanning, advanced intelligence, and bionic insects operating at 20,000 times the speed, miracles occur. This transformation, which involves both damage and repair, is as powerful as the legendary healing magic.
The Waluo person bound to the device was enveloped in a red halo. Zeng Yang realized that the other party had already been surrounded by bionic insects, and the surrounding environment had also become isolated from him. Not only were his nerves severed, but even his breathing was directly managed by the bionic insects, which assisted in transporting air. In this state, unless the Waluo person's brain was shattered or completely dismembered, it would be extremely difficult for him to die.
Not long after, the train began to come to a stop, and the surrounding sounds of vendors and noise had reached a cacophonous level. ... ... "Click ... ... Whoosh!" The train carrying slaves started to open section by section, with iron cages covering each compartment, separating the slaves from the buyers. Countless aliens, who were about to become slaves, were crowded together, their eyes blankly gazing at the chaotic scene around them.
I have seen many things; we will be thrown into the arena, and slaves like me, who are frail and nearly unsellable, will also be discarded in the arena. If I reveal that I possess special abilities, my fate will be even more tragic. As what they call a 'special ability user,' I would be sold for a high price and ultimately subjected to dissection for research. Do you understand what I mean? I need your help. If I reveal that I possess special abilities, my fate will be even more tragic. As what they call a 'special ability user,' I would be sold for a high price and ultimately subjected to dissection for research. Do you understand what I mean? I need your help. And I can help you too!
My dear friend, please do not act impulsively. The only thing we can do now is to survive. Remember, only by surviving do we have hope, do you understand? ... ... Only by surviving is there hope ... ... If we can survive, I will tell you a secret, a secret that can take us home
I don't know
What ... ... what, do we have to kill them all? These bastards ... ... I ... ... I ... ... !
A Luoluo person was escorted up by armored soldiers. Zeng Yang would recognize those short, big-headed, small-faced Luoluo people even in death, for it was they who had brought him to this unfortunate place. Watching as that Luoluo person was about to be sold in public, Zeng Yang even felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction.
As the slaves continued to unload, a flying vehicle the size of a truck flew past the heads of the crowd, dropping pieces of crude fabric as if it were laying eggs. Each alien that received a piece of fabric immediately wrapped it around their body. Soon, Zeng Yang also obtained a membrane-like piece of fabric, and like everyone else, he quickly wrapped it around his lower body.
Then what about my level 5 auxiliary brain? Although my memory capacity has greatly increased, I still do not understand why those people are so enthusiastic about purchasing Luoluo people
What do you see in their hearts that allows you to continue living
The armored soldiers holding guns laughed nearby, while the soldiers wielding whips harshly punished those involved in the riot, causing several individuals to bleed profusely from the lashes. Zeng Yang also reached out to catch a piece of bread that fell from the sky. After tasting it, he found the bread to be soft, sweet, and salty. Having not eaten for an unknown period, he took several hearty bites. Just after biting off half of the bread, he accidentally inhaled some food into his trachea, causing him to cough up a mouthful of bread.
Moreover, as soon as he snatched away half of Zeng Yang's pancake, he immediately covered his head, curled up to prevent anyone from taking it back, and began to gulp it down.
Several soldiers clad in heavy armor stood guard with their weapons, while those wielding whips continuously patrolled, occasionally cracking their whips to strike Zeng Yang and others. In such a situation, a solitary individual was utterly unable to think, especially considering that Zeng Yang was merely a 16-year-old boy whose entire social experience had been gained through schooling.
This is the slave market ... ... Listening, watching, and thinking, Zeng Yang began to understand what this place was. It was the slave trade he had once heard about in textbooks, the vile business through which Uncle Sam initially amassed his wealth
... ... "Good ... ... 30 pieces, we will discuss the price shortly, is there anyone else who wants some?"