I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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Abram did not escape the construction department; instead, he endured the pain of being burned to ashes time and time again, watching Dujue perish.

Bang!

He punched Abram's charred chest, preventing himself from being indiscriminately burned by the omnipresent flames of branding, but this pain was less than one-thousandth of the agony of death.

At this moment, Du Jue, even in extreme anger, remained expressionless, though his throat, protected by dragon scales, could still produce a hoarse sound.

"Happiness is never a passive state, but rather the result of human beings actively creating themselves by overcoming suffering."

"Even without the concepts given by humans, the stone itself still exists, but happiness and suffering are the definitions that humans give to themselves. If one disappears, the other cannot exist."

"If there is no pain, what difference is there between a person filled with illusions and a stone? They are merely running away from pain and then being utterly defeated!"

Bang!

To prevent Abram from reappearing and being kicked into the fire, his right leg also shattered, leaving behind a lot of charred, sparking embers.

He immediately used death energy to repair the corpse's damage, then drew his Thorn Spear and pierced Abram's chest. The sinful thorns on the spear quickly crawled up Abram's chest and covered his entire body.

Abram didn't struggle but spoke painfully: "That's just the only price we have to pay for this beautiful dream. Our bodies are bound here, but our souls can still immerse themselves in enjoyment, ugh!"

Tear it apart!

Du Jue ruthlessly twisted the gun, and the tightly bound thorns immediately contracted, their sharp points deeply embedded in Abram's flesh, causing him to show a heavy expression of regret, no longer able to disappear as vaguely as before.

"You've even lost the freedom of human choice, how pathetic! You're clearly capable of reaching the level of the Wings of the World, yet you choose to bury your head and pretend to be a stone. Did you create the Seed of Light solely through your imagination?!"

"Wisdom grants us freedom that distinguishes us from stones, yet you choose to give up all options and become an immobile stone. This is clearly a complete failure as a wise being!"

"You're a complete failure in reality!"

Boom!

He stepped on Abram's neck, preventing himself from immediately detonating the entire construction department once he was sure the other was unable to move, but the flames all over his body and the pain of death forced him to move slowly and delay.

"But."

Abram struggled to open his mouth, his head quickly turning black from the heat. "Is painful reality more appealing to you than beautiful illusions?"

Upon hearing Abram mention this, Dujue immediately gritted his teeth and transformed all the branded fire into terrifying firestorms.

"How dare you bastard pull out that kind of fake in front of me! You and Illusion both deserve to die!!!"

Even in the realm of illusion, you are utterly defeated!

Boom! ! !

The intense flames turned the building white, and the entire structure began to shake.

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Chapter 266 Cigarettes.

In that instant, Du Jue didn't think too much; he only remembered that he was a corpse and couldn't die, so he triggered the explosion without hesitation.

The extreme light and heat made him feel as if he had lost all five senses, and he couldn't even feel his body. He felt as ethereal as a piece of trash floating in space.

Buzz!

When Du Jue came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the death energy was almost used up. The only death pain left was the pain of a rabbit being crushed by claws and teeth, but it was completely bearable for Du Jue.

"Well……"

He tried to climb outside the construction department and use the last bit of life force to make repairs, only to belatedly realize that he couldn't see or hear anything at all.

Du Jue couldn't help but curse inwardly, wondering if he had been blown to pieces, since even corpses used to retain some sense of touch.

Fortunately, the death energy acted like a threading needle, pulling the fragments back together and then stitching them up seamlessly. Soon, Du Jue regained the sensation of eyelids and opened his right eye to see the hot, distorted floor.

The area was completely red, making it impossible to see what was going on, but Du Jue could barely make out the fragments being dragged there by the death energy.

"Corpses are really durable. I wish I were a necromancer."

Du Jue, who was lost in thought, quickly stood up again. He looked down and found that apart from his jeans, almost nothing was in good condition, and even his windbreaker had been ripped in several places.

The workshop's bullet vests, woven from yarn, were all destroyed, but he felt no regret whatsoever, simply because he could not tolerate anyone using Kaji to provoke him.

If you can do what you want to do, do it immediately; avoid waiting that is simply too difficult and pointless.

Du Jue, having exhausted his death energy, transformed from a corpse back into a living person, the charred lumps on his body quickly falling off to reveal normal skin again.

"Holy shit! That's ridiculous!"

He immediately noticed that his bare feet were red and swollen from being heated by the floor.

Du Jue hurriedly bent down, grabbed the scalding hot dimensional gloves and metal nameplate, and ran out on tiptoe.

"Hurry up!"

Carly hurriedly called for help, then immediately stepped into the construction department. "Du Jue! Are you crazy?! You've made such a commotion! What if someone blows up their brains?!"

Before Du could answer, Carly grabbed him.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing, I would never do anything to court death."

Carly angrily grabbed him and fiercely told Du Jue to shut up, then immediately took him to the medical room in the R&D department.

Carly carefully placed the person on the hospital bed before withdrawing her hands, which were red from the burns. "You have no sense of propriety at all. Ah... never mind, I don't want to swear."

"Thanks, Carly, some regenerating ampoules, please."

Du Jue, lying in bed, revealed a smile, though the sight of his torn and bleeding skin was rather gruesome.

Watching the slowly injected medical treatment, Du Jue couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Perhaps the strange thinking of urban dwellers is also related to these singular technologies.

Prosthetic bodies that can be replaced at will, ampoules that can heal diseases and injuries at will, trains that can travel thousands of miles at will, and endorphin energy that is extremely cheap and efficient.

Even though many things are expensive, they subtly distort the perceptions of urban dwellers—no matter how outrageous something is, it can be measured and valued, even if it involves emotions or time.

From this perspective, city dwellers are quite normal; they are simply more rational, and this cannot be considered an urban ailment at all.

Hey! Want a cigarette?

A familiar cloud of smoke enveloped him, and Du Jue turned his head to see Carly, who was lying on her side on the edge of the bed with a cigarette in her mouth, exhaling at him without any regard for her image.

Du Jue turned away with a headache. "If I refuse, are you going to make me inhale secondhand smoke? Carly, at least take care of the patient. I just managed to take down a difficult lunatic."

"Then just accept it."

Carly reached out and turned Du Jue's face towards her. "Besides, when I woke up from the hallucination earlier, I saw that you seemed to have rushed into the construction department on your own initiative. Why didn't you call us then?"

"Kali, you woke up in pain, right? That thing is an EGO effect. If I had gotten close to you, it would probably have made you feel like you were dying."

"You think you can look down on me? You think I can't protect you?"

“I didn’t mean that. Carly, you’ll understand. That kind of EGO isn’t suitable for teamwork. You’re so understanding, you won’t be angry, right?”

Avoid trying to liven up the atmosphere by looking at the burning cigarette.

Carly held the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, turned her head to exhale a smoke ring before continuing to stare at Du Jue. "I've long since learned to control my emotions, but you seem very angry. Did you see something in your hallucination?"

"What else can you see? It's pretty much the same as you. I realized I'd been tricked, and instead of being angry, I should thank that guy."

Du Bu noticed Carly's calm expression and the obvious scars on her face, and realized that she now had the demeanor of a cheetah with its claws retracted.

The scar on her forehead faded into the ends of her crimson hair, and the cut that ran across her right eye stopped right below her eyebrow. On other people's faces, it would look broken, but on Carly, it only made her look cool and cute.

Hearing Du Jue's reply, Carly smiled slightly, "Hmph, it was just my imagination. I was fighting alongside you, Du Jue, to take down that guy, and then the Seed of Light was successfully launched, and all the troublesome things came to an end."

"The others chose to shut down and terminate their operations here with headquarters. As for me, I'm planning to go back to my old profession. I can even give you some guidance then. If you try to be a cleanup person in the old style, you'll easily get entangled in all sorts of trouble."

"But then I woke up in pain. Du Jue, how are you?"

"Hmm...it's alright, about the same as you, Carly."

laugh.

The cigarette burned a small hole in the white pillow, and the ash fell near Du Jue's right ear, giving him the illusion that his ear had been burned by a cigarette butt.

“It’s definitely different, because you were very angry at the time, and that anger was unusual, which I can understand.”

Carly, who had turned over to Du Jue, didn't say anything more. She just stared into Du Jue's eyes, revealing her straightforward and sincere emotions.

At first, Du Jue could meet his gaze without changing his expression, but he quickly gave in and glanced to the right.

The scarred hand pinched his face again, turning him to meet her gaze again. The pressure was light, but Du Jue did not resist.

"Um……"

Du Jue took a deep breath and simply closed his eyes, thinking that it probably wouldn't be long before he became the pinnacle of the city, and by then all the leaders would be defeated.

The urgent alarm sounded, immediately bringing Du Jue back to reality. He hurriedly opened his eyes and stood up, exclaiming, "Didn't the Construction Department just resolve that?!"

Carly immediately shut down the alarm, crossed her long legs, leaned against the bed railing, put the communicator in her pocket, and then picked up the cigarette butt from the pillow and handed it to Du Jue, "Here, this is the one I smoked, it's the last one, take it or leave it."

Du Jue smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Carly raise an eyebrow innocently, and took the cigarette. "Of course, of course I want it."

He rubbed the cigarette as if he were caressing someone's fingers before speaking: "I just saw a friend from the past... Actually, I didn't say much to him. Anyway, he's gone, that's all."

"I see."

Carly remained silent, nodding as she watched Du Jue put the cigarette in his mouth and take a drag.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Tsk, these are top-quality cigarettes. Do you really expect me to cough over them? What a waste."

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Chapter 267 Black Tea.

"Carly~ I knew you were in there just from the smell of smoke."

Daniel tiptoed in through the door, followed by the petite Lisa who hurriedly squeezed in.

As soon as Lisa smelled the smoke, she waved her hand in front of her face. "Honestly, this is the infirmary. Carly, as the department head, you should set a good example. How can you disturb the staff's rest!"

Carly frowned and stood up when she noticed the commotion. "I have no objection to Du Jue. Don't spoil the fun as soon as you arrive."

Upon seeing someone approach, Du Jue reached out and returned the cigarette to Carly. He grabbed the handrail and stood up, intending to get something to eat. He was so weak that his head was buzzing.

Suddenly a brand new blue pneumatic injector appeared in front of him.

"I've made it a purely mechanical structure and used some special alloy from Company X. If it's properly maintained, it should last for several generations."

Daniel explained with a smile, his previous lifeless demeanor gone, replaced by a warm and approachable one.

Carly, after taking a long drag on her cigarette, looked puzzled. "Why make this thing so sturdy? It'll just be uncomfortable to carry around. Anyway, headquarters has healing bullets, so I won't forget to bring them."

Du Jue picked up the syringe and noticed that the bottle had a neat row of holes. He immediately used the workshop tie from his cuff to secure it. He hadn't expected Daniel to be so thoughtful.

Seeing Du Jue's slightly surprised expression, Daniel placed the blue box he was carrying in his right hand on the bedside table. "Although Angela kept your special EGO information a secret, I still found some clues when I was reviewing the video."

pat.

The box was opened, revealing bright yellow workshop bullets, each specially punched with tiny holes, just like those in a pneumatic syringe.

"I hope you don't feel that I've offended your privacy. I was just helping Minister Gabriel with his intelligence analysis; after all, that's the job of the intelligence department."

Daniel shook his head, his little blue braid swaying behind his head making him look quite endearing.

Swish!

Du Bu raised his hand to brush past the ammunition box, the cable bindings quickly weaving together the bullets like a spider web, the slender bullets disappearing swiftly under the jacket as they slid down the sleeve. "What does it matter? What privacy is there in public places? Just don't install cameras in the bedroom."

"Of course, we should eliminate it. Lobotomy Corporation can be considered a legitimate and large company."

Daniel smiled faintly as he closed the ammunition box again. "Even if I were to do that, I would never let the employees find out, such as by secretly tampering with the contracts or the rooms."

His lame joke made Du Jue laugh out loud. After all, it made a lot of sense. In the city, a company's physical examination is not necessarily a blood pressure or height and weight test. It is more likely to be a battle royale game with a last-place elimination system.

Lisa, standing with her arms crossed at the head of the bed, had a somewhat dissenting opinion: "Tch! It's all because the employees are troublesome. If they were all well and well, they wouldn't be bothered with all this!"

Du Jue looked down at the head of the central headquarters with surprise, feeling that she was no longer pretending to be a little adult, but rather wanted to be someone's mother.

"Don't look at me like that!"

Upon noticing Du Jue's gaze, Lisa immediately jumped up in anger and punched him.

Of course, this kind of effort was ineffective in eliminating the problem. He even said with great interest, "Good, good, Minister Lisa, you are indeed more worry-free than other employees."

"call!"

Carly, standing to the side, was displeased to see Du Jue laughing at Daniel's antics. Did these two have nothing better to do than stand here?