Chapter 472 The Dead and the Gospel

Working at Nabistin is truly an amazing experience.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Harvey, Iguola, and Annan came to the Ark Square in front of the city lift platform. As the name suggests, the city elevator is the elevator between the bottom floor, the middle floor, and the ground. Although there are elevators in other places, the number of elevators in Ark Square is definitely the largest, and thousands of people can be transferred within half an hour.

Ark Square is the largest "talent market" in the underground city, but the interesting thing is that there are no staff here, only "doors".

Requirements and wages are listed next to each door. For example, if there is a door set up by Berdette Happy World, there will be the following information——

"Requirements: 7 hours of work, height 170cm, appearance score above 67, physical fitness score above 70..."

"Salary: 30 coppers per hour, 210 coppers in total. If you accumulate 70 hours of working time, you will get 1 additional gospel point."

When a worker who meets the requirements passes through the door, he will automatically become a gospel employee and go to work in Beldette Happy World. He will return to Ark Plaza seven hours later, with an extra 210 coppers in his account.

Therefore, when Harvey and the others came to Ark Square, they saw countless people queuing up and waiting to pass through the door. There was no anxiety on these people's faces about going to work. They stepped through the door with a relaxed expression, and then they became calm and everyone left. Entering the elevator to work elsewhere in a neat rhythm with the same rhythm, like a grand concerto.

At the same time, countless people came back from the elevator after finishing their work for the day. They would consciously avoid the crowds and sit on the benches around the square. Then they would stand up as if they had just woken up from a dream, open the Gospel and look at the balance before leaving with satisfaction.

People come and go, never stopping, and there is no distinction between day and night in the underground city. There are people going to and from get off work at almost any time. Ark Square is wandering in this ocean of people, carrying the three cities towards The future of gospel weaving.

They are free human beings and efficient tools; they embrace the kindness of the gospel and are immersed in the cruelty of the gospel... In Harvey's view, this Ark Square is simply like the Blood Moon Judgment, and the sense of art almost emerges from the cracks of the bricks. Seeping out, all individuals are like precision gears skillfully promoting the operation of the social machine, and the entire system is full of the cold beauty that knocks the bones and sucks the marrow.

However, Blood Moon's bone-breaking and marrow-absorbing effects are physical, while here it is a complete replacement of free will. Although the Gospel Country is more civilized and developed, Harvey believes that there is no superiority between the two. They are both works of art created by different gods and masters according to local conditions.

Every time he comes to Ark Square, many more advanced inspirations will burst into his mind. Just like he could guess the traces of the ideas of the Supreme Lord of the Blood Moon from the Blood Moon Trial, looking at the Ark Square now, Harvey seemed to be able to vaguely grasp the supreme realm of the omniscient Weaver Lord.

"I wanted to ask yesterday, Harvey, how come you... don't seem to have anything wrong at all?"

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, on the bench of Ark Square, Igula, who was suppressing the feeling of dizziness and vomiting, found that Harvey was actually observing the flow of people in the square with great interest, and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you feel that your soul is a little suffocated after recovering your memory? ?”

The work only happened in a moment. Apart from the physical fatigue, Igurra and the others almost didn't feel anything, and they didn't even feel that they had lost their memory.

The faster the memory recovery is, the better. In addition, An Nan doesn't want Banji to see her uncomfortable expression when she recovers her memory, so Igula immediately uses magic spirits to awaken their working memories blocked by the contract.

Although it was the second time that his working memory had been restored, Igurla was still overwhelmed by the suffocating feeling in his memory.

narrow.

cramped.

Depressed.

It makes sense to block working memory. When Igura regained working memory, he felt that his soul was locked in a cage called the body. This cage was so small that his soul had no room for movement. Space, can't even breathe hard. He could only stay in this cramped body, his ears filled with the high-frequency commands of the gospel that were almost noisy, and he could only watch this flesh and blood machine work driven by the gospel, work efficiently, and work endlessly——

Even though the working environment was on the bright surface of Nabistin, Igurah was still so depressed that he couldn't breathe. Being able to use vomiting to disperse stress was the result of his high attainments in the spiritual faction. Like An Nan next to him, he was so uncomfortable that he bit his index finger to bleed, using the pain to forcefully divert his attention.

Compared with them, Harvey was so relaxed that he only lit up a cat grass cigarette. Igula even felt that he didn't need to use cat grass cigarettes to relieve his suffocation. He just had some leisure in his mouth and wanted to smoke something.

"Huh?" Harvey blew out a smoke ring, "What's suffocating?"

"Didn't you get your working memory back?"

"back to normal."

"Don't you feel anything special? For example, suffocation, depression, despair?"

"No." Harvey glanced at the two of them thoughtfully: "I just said why your expressions are so painful... I thought you were appreciating the artistry presented by Ark Square like me."

Igulla no longer had the energy to complain to him: "How are you immune to the negative effects of memory recovery? Don't you think you in your working memory are very...inhuman?"

"Oh." Harvey finally understood what he meant: "Are you talking about the feeling of being involuntarily like a puppet, like your whole body is being drilled by maggots?"

"Ugh, ugh!"

The Necromancer's description was so vivid that the Deceiver couldn't help but spit out another mouthful and looked at him weakly: "That's right...how do you deal with this feeling?"

“I didn’t process it, I just got used to it.”

"got used to?"

"Well," Harvey nodded: "You still remember that I merged with Alice during the battle at Berdette Manor, right? When my soul merged into Alice, the feeling Alice gave me was the same as in my working memory. Exactly the same.”

"In other words, the corpse of the undead has always been in that state, and I only go in to experience it occasionally. And compared with the body of the undead, the negative effects of working memory are at best the flies caused by the decay of the body. It has not yet arrived. The level of white maggots."

"What about the noise of the gospel?" Igula asked, "Don't you feel sick and bored?"

"You are still thinking like a living person," Harvey shrugged: "A living person will try to distinguish whether there is any information that can be absorbed in the noise, so you will be bored and nauseous... and the undead do not have such advanced intelligence gathering capabilities. To the undead, there is no difference between noise and silence. As long as you regard yourself as an undead, then you can get used to it, whether it is working memory or the gospel."

How can I, a living person, think of myself as an undead soul? ?

Do you think everyone is as perverted as you and likes to sleep in coffins with corpses? ?

Igula and An Nan turned their heads in disappointment and could only continue to bear the negative effects of working memory. After a while, when they were almost rested, they stood up and prepared to leave. When they turned around, they saw Harvey staring at Ark Square, his expression dull and deep in thought.

"Let's go back to Harvey." Igulla said, "You still want to see it here for a while."

"The undead...the gospel...ah, that's it." Harvey whispered softly, stood up and said with a smile: "No, I completely understand, go back."