Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 98 - 98 81 The Belonging of the Ancient Witch

98: Chapter 81: The Belonging of the Ancient Witch 98: Chapter 81: The Belonging of the Ancient Witch Returning to the pancake hat, Xu Yang had called for people to meet up in the underground parking garage.

Seeing Anonymous driving back into the garage, they were very delighted.

“Are you guys okay?” Asa Katsuragi quickly ran over, “The news has gone crazy, Shenkong Tower was blown to bits!”

“Thought you were going to bite the dust there.” Cui Junyou’s face showed astonishment, “But now I see you are unharmed.”

“I’m hard to kill.” Xu Yang smiled, feeling very relieved to see all the familiar faces.

“This must have been your doing,” Cui Junyou said excitedly, “On this earth, only you have the guts to blow up the fortress of corporate imperialism into smithereens, that’s just too thrilling!

This has always been something I wanted to do but never managed to accomplish!”

“How could that be possible.” Xu Yang repeatedly waved his hand, “…you have no idea how many people died there, if I really wanted to destroy the Shenkong Tower, I wouldn’t have used such an extreme method.”

“Shenkong Group, as well as Kyoto Infinity, their stocks have completely crashed.” Cui Junyou was quite stirred up, “You have no idea how exhilarating this is!

A few old buddies I’m still in touch with, who brag every day about how heavily invested they are in their stocks, let’s see how high they can hold their tails now!

All the corporate dogs can drop dead for all I care!”

“Alright, alright.” Xu Yang calmed Cui Junyou down, “We have more important matters to handle next.”

“…After you’re done with that, I’ll introduce you to an important person, you should have a common language,” Cui Junyou’s expression gradually turned serious; Xu Yang had never seen such a grave look on Old Cui’s face, as if he was about to reveal another major secret of the world.

“Who?” Xu Yang was puzzled.

“Related to the Lundinium Great Action from a century ago,” Cui Junyou murmured, “You’ll know when the time comes… The three of us could join hands to turn the company into a historical term.”

“Now that’s something to look forward to.” Xu Yang felt a surge of curiosity.

The Lundinium Incident was a major topic in company history, where people gave up their workstations and spilled blood for better treatment.

Although it was utterly destroyed, it also shook the foundations of corporate imperialism, making it one of the major world events.

And now Cui Junyou claimed to know a character related to that event—what kind of person could that be, when the incident had already been a full century ago?

Nevertheless, there was no time to contemplate at the moment; Matteo could escape from Kyoto’s Wumatter Optics at any time.

“Get the weapons ready.” Xu Yang beckoned Asa Katsuragi to come over, “We’re in for a tough fight.”

According to Sally’s last words, Wumatter Optics housed a fortress by Black Fire Innovation; Matteo, those two Red Armored Witches, and the unknown Blackfire Power should all be there.

They had to capture them all as soon as possible, and gather more intelligence about Black Fire Innovation.

“Can’t wait.” Asa Katsuragi rubbed his hands eagerly.

“Keep it low key; don’t let the merchants discover you.” Xu Yang called the female Synthetic Humans down.

They curiously inspected the garage environment, something completely new to them, as Synthetic Humans that had long been confined to stores.

So beautiful.

Nidelaide couldn’t help but daydream.

Each of them was quite enticing, drawing attention even when static in storefront windows, and now each of them was actively moving about, it was hard to look away.

And within their rudimentary recognition capability, all the other people around had overly human characteristics, only Nidelaide, wrapped in a long robe and wearing a metal mask covered with traces of technological products, was marked as a Synthetic Human and recognized as one of their kind, thus they were more willing to approach her.

For the socially awkward Nidelaide, this was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue; apart from customers, family, and interviewers, it was difficult for him to communicate smoothly with other women, and he immediately sought help from Xu Yang.

“These women…

where did they come from?” he hurriedly said.

“Just keep an eye on them for a bit, and don’t let them wander off while we’re gone,” Xu Yang instructed.

“Step out of your comfort zone,” Cui Junyou encouraged Nidelaide.

“That won’t do,” Nidelaide argued, “I’ve never had experience in that area.”

“You…” Seeking Shadow observed Nidelaide, “Are you really a Synthetic Human?”

“No, no.” Nidelaide was distressed.

“Then what exactly are you?” Seeking Shadow frowned, “You are made of metal.”

“Alright then,” Nidelaide resigned himself to addressing these naive AIs, “I’ll tell you what exactly I am and then talk about the origins of humans, as well as all Synthetic Humans…”

“Oh, oh!” They seemed quite happy about it.

Seeing these bullied synthetic women show a smile, Xu Yang let out a sigh of relief.

He brought Asa Katsuragi onto the shuttle machine and displayed two pieces of nano armor, “Tengu” and “Flood Dragon,” for her to see.

“If you want to make your fists stronger, nano armor is a convenient tool,” Xu Yang said, “This isn’t about injecting steel into your body; it won’t interfere with your beliefs.

Which one do you like?”

“Hiss…” Stricken with indecision, Asa Katsuragi preferred when there was only one option for any given problem.

However, after learning about the armors’ capabilities, she draped the Flood Dragon over herself.

The nano armor expanded over her, covering her head, with a long snout, sharp horns, and thick claws, she resembled an immortal Dragonkin.

Looking through the visor of the nanometer armor, Asa Katsuragi felt her strength multiply.

“I’ll explain how to adjust the armor on the way,” Xu Yang said as he looked for the weaponry materials he had previously purchased.

“…First, we need to get the electromagnetic pulse grenades ready.

We’re heading to Motoso Optics.”

Elsewhere, in Motoso Optics, tension was high.

It was a small company in Aizu City that had run poorly and had been closed for many years.

Its factory had been abandoned for a long time, but at some point, the site became heavily fortified, protected by smart sniper rifles, sentry guns, and bomb traps hidden in the walls, with cameras all around.

Gang members, citizens, and animals who wandered in were instantly killed.

Other security companies had intended to investigate, but with widespread blackouts and a rat tide, the plan was shelved.

Now that power had been restored, more people came to inspect Motoso Optics.

A team of security personnel opened the factory gate and approached the basement.

“We are very sorry for the inconvenience!

We are from Ancient Water Security Company, following up on reports of missing people,” the team leader announced through a megaphone toward the basement, “If illegal security installations are detected, we are authorized to remove them forcibly in the interest of protecting the nearby district.

We ask any personnel to make contact with us as soon as possible.

Our contact number is…”

In an instant, several senior mercenaries clad in sealed heavy combat armor leaped from their hiding places.

Wearing armored helmets and wielding heavy firepower, they swiftly opened fire on the security personnel.

A grenade shot directly at them, and with the blast wave and reverberating roar, several security staff were instantly turned into a mist of blood and scattered limbs.

Another mercenary activated a phase-shift device and, holding an ion axe, jumped among the survivors like a shadow.

He swung the axe in a wide arc, cutting them down brutally like mowing wheat; most were cleaved from shoulder to breastbone, their ribs and abdomens severed.

Parts that came into contact with the ion axe’s blade evaporated instantly from the high temperature, leaving jagged and grotesque wound edges as blood sprayed like mist.

Other mercenaries finished off the remaining security staff who turned to flee, restoring calm to the factory.

Only nine still-warm bodies, drenched in blood with entrails out and indistinguishable limbs, remained on the ground.

The mercenaries returned to the basement silently.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Matteo and a whole team of Black Fire Innovation Mercenaries were packing up to leave.

They quickly packed up documents, destroyed terminals and smart devices that were inconvenient to transport, gathered necessary supplies, checked, and maintained their weapons and equipment to ensure they could instantaneously eliminate any enemies they might encounter during the evacuation.

Two Red Armored Witches, 101 and 102, leaned against the wall, wearing masks, distinguishable only by the length of their hair; 101 had long hair, 102 had short hair.

“Did we encounter enemies?” 102 asked after seeing the other mercenaries come down after killing.

“Yes,” a mercenary replied shortly, “Nine of them.”

“Another team,” 102 complained, “That’s the second group today.

Time to leave.”

“There’s worse news,” Matteo said, looking up.

“What?” 102 didn’t understand.

“The Corporate Alliance’s verdict on the Ancient Witch’s belonging,” Matteo sighed, all these events stemmed from the unearthing of the Ancient Witch, “The dust has just settled, the dispute between Near East Providence and Kyoto Infinity has finally ended.”

“Who did they decide for?

This is Kyoto Infinity’s turf, but it was Near East Providence that found her first,” 102 was very curious.

“Lighthouse Core,” Matteo said with heavy irony, “The Corporate Alliance is located within their jurisdiction, and now they’ve become their mouthpiece.

Lighthouse Core believes the Ancient Witch has the power to alter reality and distort history, which concerns the fate of human civilization’s future.

Only they have the authority to control it.

A special task force has been formed, ready to go to Aizu City to search for and retrieve the Ancient Witch.

Other corporations should not interfere.”

They shouldered a huge duffle bag.

“That means it’s over.

Time to go,” 102 said cheerfully.

“No,” Matteo shook his head, “101 and 102, we can’t risk taking you with us.”

“Eh?” 102 didn’t grasp the implication.

“We can’t leave you to other forces either.

Do you two understand?” Matteo glanced at the surrounding mercenaries, who were cold, solemn, like inanimate objects.

He picked up a gun and aimed it at 102.

101 had been quiet the entire time.