Chapter 363: Chapter 6: Mafia Godfather At this moment.
Tassia took off her jacket, lifted her tank top, and revealed her lower back. Near the coccyx, one could see the implant interface, somewhat resembling the metal jacks from the movie "The Matrix." There were three interfaces in total, distributed along the spine; Duncan saw only two because any more exposure would reveal everything.
"Mechanical Nerve Bundle."
Tassia shrugged and said, "One of the basic modifications of the Insight Sect. Eventually, everything gets replaced; the whole person is hollowed out and stuffed with all sorts of strange mechanical bodies."
As she spoke, she crossed her hands under her chest, lifting her heavy mounds with a hint of regret: "These things will have to be removed too."
"Because they’re considered a burden."
That really seems unnecessary.
It’s hard to grow them this big and perfectly shaped, so cutting them off feels like a waste.
The ideas of some Mechanical Sects can’t be accepted by ordinary people.
Especially for women, many female members of the Mechanical Divine Sect remove their uterus, erase their gender traits, and due to body shape and thoracic structure, they even remove ribs ahead of time.
If you like, they can even cook a soup for you.
Duncan looked at her with puzzlement and asked, "So you came to the Steel Angels’ district?"
Tassia nodded and said, "Yes."
"If I can make a lot of money or find something valuable in ancient ruins, I can transfer to the Steel Angels’ sect."
Her words were half-true and half-false.
After all, her Mark was ’Rebel’, but nowadays the Mechanical Divine Sect rules supreme, and everyone mingles in it. Not to mention rebels, even cultists disguise themselves as Mechanical Cultists. Strictly speaking, everyone in this world is nominally a believer in the Mechanical Divine Sect because there are no other public faiths.
If you don’t like the God of Faith and lack talent, just lie down quietly.
Everyone is playing double agent in it.
Tassia truly treated Duncan like a youngster to win favor; when she left, she handed him a small bottle of oil, raised her eyebrow, and said, "It’s for you."
"Your gun hasn’t been maintained for a long time. Don’t let it jam at a critical moment."
"By the way."
Saying this, she laughed coyly and said, "Don’t use it for weird things."
This woman talks nonsense.
But it’s well known that oil fanatics don’t have many desires, not even much emotion, and jokes are extremely rare.
If an oil fanatic jokes with you, you’d better be cautious.
One of the common states of the Mechanical Divine Sect is a capability called Mechanical Mind.
As the name suggests, it means the mind becomes like a robot.
Duncan reached out to take the oil, contained in a small bottle about the size of an essential oil, not generous. Who can this small amount of oil not look down on, give me a barrel, or you’d think people can’t afford it.
--- Mechanical Holy Oil (Curiosities): One of the most common sacred oils of the Mechanical Divine Sect, when applied to firearms for maintenance, can speed up cooling, reduce jamming, improve accuracy, reduce wear, etc.
(Some oil fanatics also use it as a daily drink to moisten their throat.)
Is this stuff drinkable?
Duncan opened it and took a sniff, noting it smelled somewhat like Tassia’s scent, a faint oil smell masked by perfume, not too pungent, quite slippery and viscous.
He tried it, and after maintenance, even loading the magazine felt much smoother.
It’s just a bit too little.
As the new living zone had just been established, everyone’s supplies were quite scarce and had to be shipped over little by little; ordinary immigrants couldn’t bring much baggage, and it was unknown where Tassia got hers.
Here only the lower class would become immigrants, starting from scratch to find opportunities, while those with family backgrounds stayed in the old zone as county Brahmin.
The lower layers of Nest City are a bit chaotic, but it’s not a place for random killing.
At least, there’s strict law and order in the settlements, only outside the living zone does lawlessness reign.
Now everything has just begun.
As more immigrants arrive, a gray area will gradually form around the F46 zone, where they will dig out small outposts themselves. However, these places are essentially outside the control of the Mechanical Divine Sect.
The Mechanical Divine Sect operates under a theocratic regime, marking only the major gathering points, essentially ignoring these buffer zones which will be occupied by various local forces in the future.
But in the end, all the resources these people collect must be exchanged with the Mechanical Divine Sect for food and resources.
"It’s like opening a new area in a game."
"All kinds of creatures are coming over."
Duncan stared at Tassia’s departing back, feeling if he wanted to quickly establish a footing, he needed to seize this opportunity of opening a new area.
He routinely collected a portion of the relief food at the plaza.
But today was different from yesterday because there were a dozen more people marked as ’Cultists’ on the edges of the living zone, and many commoners had turned into gang member marks, spreading rapidly, already several hundred people.
They were rubbing their fists, eager to make a move, hurriedly grabbing territory while they can.
"Cultists still need to be cleaned up."
Duncan took the relief food and ate it up in a few bites. Yesterday everyone was well-behaved, but today was different.