Those who became addicted would obediently "contribute" everything they had, and they had no other choice.
In the corridors of this building.
Besides Kanemoto Yuji, there were other addicts. They had all been deceived and controlled, all homeless people. Some lay sprawled about while others leaned against the walls, each one listless and dejected.
At the same time, a foul stench hung in the air.
Having fallen to such a state, these people no longer possessed any so-called dignity.
A few people stood out in particular. They were full of energy, even somewhat excited. They were several petty thugs who had used drugs.
These people had lost the basic judgment expected of adult human beings. They could even easily harm their own relatives. Rather than saying they had lost their judgment, it was more accurate to say they could no longer distinguish reality from illusion.
"Mm."
When they saw Kanemoto Yuji, they were like vicious dogs that had spotted bones. Their eyes gleamed, and their drooling expressions were chilling.
Visual Drug had encryption and time limits.
The time limit meant there was a restriction on the number of uses. Once that limit was exceeded, it would disappear, just as if it had truly been consumed.
Kanemoto Yuji was the one controlling them.
"I've prepared plenty of merchandise for whoever acts first."
One sentence.
Kanemoto Yuji's single sentence jolted their adrenaline like an electric shock. Before long, he watched their retreating backs and revealed a sinister smile. At the same time, the surrounding scene changed, becoming something like an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena.
Not far away stood an Automated Machine.
The Automated Machine had four mechanical arms, tipped with laser drills and steel saws for cutting.
It looked highly aggressive.
This was also Kanemoto Yuji's only weapon. These had been supplied