Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 551 - 474: Gathering

Chapter 551: Chapter 474: Gathering

Lu Jing, Seeking Shadow, and Rinne went to the Asakusa District’s light rail station, preparing to take a ride to the "Disciples" hideout.

"Overthrow the Witch rule! Liberate Shangjing!" Anti-Nestor Corporation advertisements played in the billboards. The Nestor Corporation revolved around the Witches, and accordingly, the activities of witch-hunting also thrived.

It’s complicated. Lu Jing thought silently. The relationship between Witches and humans.

Witches had to be employed by corporations from birth. The corporations provided contracts; as long as the witches performed well and offered loyalty, they could proudly become corporate assets, protected by the corporation. Ordinary people could also accept witches peacefully, believing they would be completely tamed.

However, there were still many rebellious witches, Hacker Witches, witch corporations... They lived in the crevices of the corporate world, and it was normal for ordinary citizens to be terror-stricken.

Lu Jing glanced at Rinne from the side.

Rinne moved with a light and graceful gait, always pursing her lips and looking straight ahead. Her composed demeanor made Lu Jing envious. Her frost-white skin and slender legs were attractive, and her silvery white hair shone bewitchingly.

How should witches live after all?

Completely isolated from humans, lest they use their Magic Power to distort reality and cause destruction. Or... through some harmonious method that allowed witches to naturally integrate into human society.

Lu Jing often pondered this question.

"Look up." Rinne was still looking forward but seemed to catch Lu Jing’s wandering gaze with her peripheral vision.

Lu Jing looked up, and there they were, at the Asakusa District’s light rail station.

The light rail station connected the transportation routes that shuttled throughout the city. The high-capacity, rapid trains were composed of several carriages, and more importantly, provided a way for citizens who couldn’t afford a Shuttle Machine to reach the towers in the sky.

"There are soldiers of the Nestor Corporation everywhere," Lu Jing noted as she observed the Elite Soldiers running around. They climbed onto the light blue armored vehicles and descended down the ramps, going to maintain public order.

"Nestor Corporation won the war by launching nukes at Taixi Continent," Rinne said, looking sideways at the advertisements promoting new commercial and household Synthetic Human products, advancing Nestor Corporation’s new product line.

"Right," Lu Jing nodded, "I was also startled, nukes! The weapon of weapons... no matter what, it’s really good that the war ended as soon as it did."

Nestor Corporation had won the corporate war in 50 hours, but gaining the full support of the Northern Archipelago would take much longer.

Seeking Shadow heard their conversation about the war and suddenly had her own opinion.

—"Those who sought peace ended up affected by the war; the corporations that started the wars now enjoy peace."

Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Searching Shadow’s sentence construction module.

She was extremely excited in an instant!

How brilliant! Such an elegant phrase, poetic and tinged with irony, attentive to war and to peace. If it could come from her own mouth, a mere Synthetic Human, how wonderful that would be! It would show she was thoughtful, with a proper tone...

"Keep on..." Seeking Shadow had just started to play the audio when she saw Rinne and Lu Jing had already walked dozens of meters ahead.

Lu Jing looked back and motioned for Seeking Shadow to catch up quickly, so she interrupted the playback and moved forward.

An escalator split into upper and lower sections in front of them.

The upward escalator led to a security checkpoint, a huge photoelectric wall stretched across the aisle, floating warning signs ready to expel suspicious individuals from the station with high voltage; the downward escalator led to a waiting room exempt from security checks.

A group of students headed for the upper escalator, their expressions dull, their eyes vacant. The school used mature knowledge implantation technology, mass-duplicating knowledge in their memories and installing fixed data and personality models, cultivating tamed and dependable corporate individuals.

The knowledge they learned was designed only for specific positions with no room for expansion; unable to find relevant jobs, they could only wait for death. Besides, now major corporations were laying off employees, and most graduates ended up with nothing but a head full of useless knowledge.

Lu Jing had never been to the lower waiting room; she had always gone upwards, passing through the security screen with composure. Seeing Seeking Shadow and Rinne naturally head downwards, she was naturally startled.

"Wait! Isn’t the lower waiting room quite dirty?" Lu Jing hurriedly said.

"I have a bounty on my head," Seeking Shadow pointed to her own head, "Although Bounty Hunters don’t have the guts to come for it, it would trigger an alarm at the checkpoint."

"You really are a good kid, never went downstairs?" Rinne crossed her arms over her chest, sizing up Lu Jing with a teasing look, "Then don’t go downstairs. One conk on the head and you’ll be sent off on a Witch Trafficking Ship, crossing the ocean, disappearing into some tycoon’s villa."

"There’s nothing to be afraid of." Lu Jing mustered her courage and started going down the greasy stairs.

The lower waiting room was noisy and crowded, reeking, blaring with anime theme music. Walls were plastered with glaring advertisement signs promoting "Siphon!", tacky large-scale movies, and the dragon-shaped merch of the popular star Wei Shiyue, which sold a hundred times better than her humanoid figurines.

Around a corner, Lu Jing saw a large group of disheveled vagrants wearing cheap clothing, clothes that had never been washed since production, printed with obscene anime characters as symbols of kinship, their most valuable assets being oversized inflatable dolls and tents.

On the other side, a large crowd surrounded the Prosthesis Doctor’s booth, with a super long queue waiting for surgery. The lower level of the rail station was a place where people converged; the Prosthesis Doctor was as tall as a tower, wearing a splash-proof, anti-scan black mask, eschewing disinfectants and cleansers, with smooth scalpels, toxins, and blood bags piled carelessly together. The tough guys in the surgery chairs clenched their teeth so hard they broke, sweating profusely, undergoing transformation.