Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 112 - 112 95 World War

112: Chapter 95 World War 112: Chapter 95 World War The representative from Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing submitted a report at the regular meeting of the Eastern Hemisphere, providing decisive evidence of Matteo and others’ activities in the Shenkong Tower explosion, which fully demonstrated Black Fire Innovation’s undeniable heavy responsibility in this operation.

Accordingly, the representative of Black Fire Innovation adopted a relatively conservative attitude, showing no willingness to accept this charge, while Kyoto Infinity expressed their fury with unprecedented severity, demanding a massive compensation of up to 100 billion in funds and declared that they would immediately begin mobilizing their property loss management department, preparing to take revenge on the cruel acts of Black Fire Innovation.

Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing and Kyushu High Pavilion also stated that they would not sit idly by and watch Black Fire Innovation’s further expansion in the Archipelago Continent, promising to mercilessly strike against unhealthy and unsafe corporate business practices and to cooperate in the next military action.

“A major conflict unprecedented in history is about to erupt,” Xu Yang knew the weight of this news, “…an era where corporate people want to go to work but can’t.”

The Corporate Alliance would usually coordinate such situations, easing the scale of war conflicts, but due to the Corporate Alliance’s disgraceful performance during the “Error Crisis,” it officially lost its credibility, and the giant companies will ignore its guidance, one after another stepping into the conflict.

Corporatism had developed to a bottleneck stage, valuable breakthroughs were increasingly scarce, and they had exhausted all efforts to exploit corporate people to maintain operations, but the decline in consumption on a global scale was still inevitable.

Major companies had to issue consumption vouchers to forcibly consume their overly saturated productivity, easing the ultimate problem of overproduction.

The best way to transfer contradictions was still corporate civil war, even more fierce than the previous global wars with casualties in the hundreds of millions.

As long as one or two giant corporations fell, other giants could survive by devouring the corpses, develop through military orders, relieve pressure through sharp population declines, and capture profits from post-war reconstruction projects.

They estimated that it would be desirable to bomb one or two regions back to the primitive ages, allowing the residents above to start developing clothing, food, shelter, and transportation from scratch, to begin population expansion anew, to start consuming from nothing, in order to create demand and satisfy the appetite of capital.

What to do?

There was only war.

As far as Xu Yang was concerned, if no unexpected events interfered, ultimately one giant corporation would laugh last in the brutal war, defeat all opponents, become a “super giant corporation,” not only consolidating all and achieving the highest form of monopoly but also centralizing all resources and all production under one will, forming an extremely terrifying composite entity.

By then, it wouldn’t be a matter of whether ordinary people wanted to work or not, but whether they were fit to live at all.

Returning to the previously rented warehouse where they were hiding, 101 and 102 were hiding there, while Kong Tai leaned against the door acting as a guard.

“Yo,” Kong Tai noticed Bax, as he had previously worked under Matteo, who was her superior, “It’s you.”

“I hadn’t thought it was you,” Bax was stunned, old feelings surged up, making her smile involuntarily, “Big Brother Kong.”

“Glad you’re alive,” Kong Tai knew now was not the time for reminiscing, especially since he was now a surrendered figure, which would not be appropriate for causing discussions.

“Are you done with your tasks?” Asa Katsuragi walked out from the inner room, looking towards Xu Yang.

“Of course.

Oh, how are those two girls doing?” Xu Yang asked.

“They’re a bit anxious after hearing about the news on TV,” Asa Katsuragi crossed her arms over her chest, “By the way…

while you were out, I thought about it a lot, and I think it’s time to leave.

I want to start my own gang…

Now that the Rat has been pacified, I have to return to Katagi District.

I still know some chivalrous fellows and like-minded friends there.

I want to start from scratch and do it.”

“If you need money, just tell me,” Xu Yang said.

“Of course, it wouldn’t work without money,” Asa Katsuragi scratched her hair, “Gathering soldiers and buying horses will definitely require borrowing your money.

We’ll gather some resources, try to come up with a sum, and then I’ll demand it from you.

And of course, it will definitely be repaid.”

“Don’t be too formal, we’ve always been friends, I believe in your credit,” Xu Yang nodded, “Call me with any problems, I have a mobile phone now.”

“Thanks for looking out for us along the way,” Asa Katsuragi walked over and embraced Xu Yang tightly, “Ah, there’s always a time of parting!

Can’t be too sentimental.”

“Farewell,” Xu Yang said wistfully, “…take care.

The days to come will be even crazier and chaotic, your gang can keep people safe.”

“That has always been my wish,” Asa Katsuragi said firmly, nodding, “The gang is a big family, and the purpose of this big family is to shelter every scattered small family and give them hope.”

“You’ll surely succeed,” Xu Yang said sincerely, “You’ve changed a lot since then.”

Kong Tai glanced at Bax.

“And your future lies on this black ship,” he said, “Come visit me when you’re free, forget about Matteo, and start a new life.”

“I’ve not remembered who that was for a long time,” Bax smiled, her gaze involuntarily shifted to Farosa, who would be the one to serve cautiously from now on.

After saying goodbye to Asa Katsuragi and Kong Tai, Xu Yang entered the warehouse and saw 102 crouched on an old sofa, while 101 looked earnest.

“We’ve been caught on camera,” 102 cried out to Xu Yang, “We’re going to be caught!”

“You did it, right?” 101 pointed at the televised screen featuring Matteo and two Red Armored Witches, “Although it’s impolite, I must say this is a blow to our safety.”

“Just change into a different suit of armor,” Xu Yang said, “After all, you were wearing masks in your previous activities, they can’t capture your faces.

I’ll buy you new clothes and new armor, consider it a welcome gift.”

“Starting a new job?

Where will we be working?” 102 perked up upon hearing the news, “How much is the salary?”

“Witch Division,” Xu Yang planned for Farosa to handle the witches’ affairs, structuring it like a corporate department, “Chief of the Witch Division Farosa, how much do you plan to pay them?”

Farosa pondered over the intelligence and short videos she had collected these days.

“The probationary period is 1,000, while full-time is 3,000,” Farosa said confidently.

“You’re definitely lying!” 102 collapsed onto the couch.

“I’m going to die of poverty!”

“Do you have a cash card?” Xu Yang asked.

“I have an unaffiliated cash card; just enter the password to use it,” 101 took out her cash card, which only had 2,500 funds on it.

“I’ll give you some settling-in money first.” Xu Yang transferred 100,000 to 101’s card.

“Now, take off your armor first; don’t let anyone else see you in it.”

“Wow, you really are rich!” 102’s eyes lit up at the sight of the numbers.

She happily dismounted from her red armor while 101 hesitated for a moment but then slowly undressed too.

Underneath the armor, they were both wearing tight-fitting black bodysuits, which outlined their young figures full of infinite possibilities.

They were twin girls with brown hair, but 101 had long hair while 102 had short, both looking sweet and naive, with 102 having faint freckles on her face.

They had brief lifespans, and Xu Yang felt a wave of compassion thinking about it.

According to 101, as artificially created witches, they only had another 5 years to live, which was too cruel for them.

This had to change in the future.

Leaving the conspicuous red armor in the shuttle machine, they were assigned to Farosa.

“Teleportation and enormous strength.” Farosa looked 101 and 102 over.

“You are the servants I truly need.

As long as you are grateful and humble, I will take care of you.”

“What’s her problem?” 102 asked Xu Yang.

“It’s nothing,” Xu Yang said.

“You’ll get used to her in time.”

“I’m not joking; these two children with potential are a pair of treasures,” Farosa said.

“Once their magic power is properly developed, they will be able to rise from the ranks of lower-rank witches and be promoted to the level of the high-ranking and the Dominator.”

“You mean, you can help us get promoted to high-ranking?” 102 stopped in her tracks.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Farosa said with unquestionable certainty.

“We must do it, we must hurry,” 102 said with yearning eyes.

“How?

I want to become stronger so I can protect my sister!

I need to protect her!”

101 was expressionless, just hugging 102 tightly.

“There’s nothing you absolutely must do,” she whispered.

Back at the Tortilla Big Hat Shop, Cui Junyou and the others had been planning to spend the night and rest, but when Xu Yang returned, Cui Junyou approached him first thing.

“You’re finally back.

That woman is online now,” he said.

“Oh, that…” Xu Yang recalled that Cui Junyou had mentioned introducing him to someone related to the Lundinium Uprising from 100 years ago.

Seeing his serious attitude, it seemed he wasn’t joking, “A woman…

a witch?”

“Indeed,” Cui Junyou boarded the shuttle machine, “A witch whose conviction is no weaker than either of ours.

Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Xu Yang asked, puzzled.

“Ready to fight a decisive battle against corporatism,” Cui Junyou said earnestly, “I only hang out with those who are most determined against corporatism.

It used to be just me, that woman, and a poet from the Agave Continent.

I think we can add you to that list.”

“I’m ready,” Xu Yang nodded.

With war clouds looming and the corporate giants crushing each other, it might be the biggest opportunity to eradicate corporatism.

“We must keep our communications with her secret.

I only deal with her on the deep anonymized networks using a specialized browser; I dare not use any medium that might reveal an address.

Corporatism is watching us; we have to be cautious.”

“It can’t be that mysterious,” Xu Yang said as he sat down, and Cui Junyou switched screens on his phone to show Xu Yang.

The screen changed, displaying a spirited-looking woman.

She had light golden, curly hair, sunglasses, a cigarette in her mouth, and a small part of her face embedded with prosthetics, seemingly to cover scars.

She looked cool, with the past and present interwoven on her face, making it hard for Xu Yang to identify from which era she came.

“Yo, hello there!” She noticed Xu Yang and waved at the screen.

“Welcome to the channel dedicated to the downfall of corporatism; my name is Selita Evanny.”

“He said you’re connected to the Lundinium Uprising,” Xu Yang remembered the historic affair.

“How are you tied to it?”

“I’m one of the initiators,” she said.

“I’m already 130 years old.”