Huge Loan! The Best Opportunity to Infiltrate the Demon Soul Race! (Two-in-One)

The detection principle of the big-butt TV is still a mystery.

Based on the display effect, even electromagnetic collection imaging and infrared reactive collection imaging cannot achieve such smoothness and perfection.

And this was just the low-end equipment that ordinary people in the former Yan Country could use.

However, Su Mo, who was checking the camp by turning the joystick at this moment, had no mind to think about how much truth was still hidden in the decline of Yan Country.

As the television screen zoomed in, he finally saw clearly for the first time the true appearance of the device emitting the smoke column.

To be precise, this is not an instrument.

Instead, it was a glass container, confining a writhing mass of flesh and blood! Unlike the brains of Lü Kuan and the others inside the Brain Box, this mass of flesh and blood was like minced meat in a meat grinder, without any rules whatsoever.

Constrained by the container, the meat paste wriggled and rolled around.

With each violent up-and-down movement, plumes of smoke billowed from the minced meat, spreading outwards through the holes in the glass and forming thick columns of smoke.

"As expected, they also use mysterious Old World Technology."

"These strange things, regardless of their effectiveness, just by their appearance, they have absolutely nothing to do with anything respectable."

Muttering to himself, Su Mo zoomed in to observe the working principle of the flesh and blood and the maintenance personnel who came out for a while before decisively choosing to give up.

There's no other reason than that there's absolutely nothing we can learn from this.

The basic working principle is that the base of the glass container releases a pale yellow, electric current-like stimulus that strikes the flesh.

Then, the flesh and blood, stimulated, began to try to escape from the container.

However, it has limitations; it cannot escape through a specially designed hole all at once. It can only learn from the gecko and try to slowly convey its body structure.

Unfortunately, every time he reaches 30% of his work, the maintenance personnel will bring in some highly nutritious substances through the equipment.

Having no choice, they were forced to absorb these substances, and their flesh and blood began to multiply rapidly. The 70% that they had painstakingly given away was essentially wasted.

Then, the current is restored, and this process is repeated repeatedly, which is the complete process of smoke column formation.

Based on this operating mode alone, let alone having these "professionals" from the Demon Soul Race, even a random villager could do a great job.

Su Mo continued to move the lever, remaining very cautious this time as well.

Facing the largest tent on the left, he didn't rashly move the camera in; instead, he moved the view to the smallest tent on the right.

"Two dwarves maintaining the equipment, interesting!"

Once inside the tent, the furnishings were normal. At a glance, Su Mo spotted a capacitor battery that was almost identical to the one beside him.

Although the other is much larger in size, the principle is exactly the same.

Because large-screen monitors don't have the option to accept sound.

Su Mo couldn't decipher what the two dwarves were saying as they sat on the battery, even from their lip movements.

However, by judging his attire and observing the details by zooming in and out, Su Mo keenly noticed something unusual.

There was a mark about the size of a fingertip on their necks.

According to normal skin movement, when you talk, this area will be pulled up and down, causing Shape Change.

But unusually, no matter what the two dwarves said, the mark remained unchanged and did not change even as the skin wrinkled.

It seems as if the two things are not on the same level.

Or rather, the mark is like a living thing, possessing the ability to adjust its position according to the skin.

Of course, this is something that would be difficult to notice even if you were standing right in front of the other person, unless you were observing the details through a magnified screen.

It repeatedly bounced around, testing the limits of the bulky monitor.

After confirming that even touching the other person's face wouldn't elicit any reaction, Su Mo felt relieved.

Then, by turning the lever, my gaze returned to the tent above.

"It seems this must be Modified Human from the Radiant Empire. Turning his left hand into a power drill is pretty flashy."

Upon entering the center of the tent, you can immediately spot the treant that was trying to cause trouble earlier.

At this moment, he was comfortably rooted in the ground, his light green roots constantly transmitting the energy from the soil.

To his left were three somewhat strange-looking Modified Human.

Both of them modified their lower bodies into tracks, which were presumably used to transport goods.

Another person transformed their left hand into a multi-functional "electric screwdriver," making them a true tool user.

Similarly, Su Mo found the same marks as the dwarves on the exposed necks of the three men, and on the inside of one of the tree-man's branches.

However, unlike the dwarfs, the mark is a rhythmic, pale blue mark.

The marks on these Modified Human and tree people were pale yellow, making them look much less sophisticated.

After observing for a while and finding nothing unusual, Su Mo examined the remaining two tents one by one.

After a while.

As the camera zoomed back to directly above the column of smoke, offering a panoramic view of the entire camp, Su Mo rubbed his temples and slowly leaned against the earthen wall.

"Everyone has a mark, the most common of which is white, followed by yellow, and the highest is blue."

"Most likely, this is the source of their abilities, or something they use to distinguish friend from foe."

"If only I could find a way to get my hands on this mark... no, if only I could find someone who's alone."

"Once we can eliminate it, the mark will be without an owner. Then, through system identification, we can see its true attributes and usage."

"We might even be able to upgrade and modify it for our own use!"

Deep down, Su Mo was already certain about the origin of the Demon Soul Race's peculiar disguise ability.

This mark is most likely the source of their unique abilities.

However, the system's identification criteria are not met at this time; the individual must be caught alone.

By carefully unraveling the mystery.

After realizing that he could break the deadlock by catching a lone person, Su Mo's thinking became clear.

We've already tested the tactic of luring the snake out of its hole.

The opponent is unlikely to attack alone, but will likely form a formation to support each other.

In this process, killing one of them silently is extremely difficult, and if things go wrong, it will inevitably be exposed.

Therefore, wanting to achieve the perfect crime, Su Mo's eyes narrowed as he stared at the still frantically writhing flesh in the camera lens, and an idea instantly formed.

"Damn it, transforming into this lousy dwarf is so tiring. Even walking feels like I'm under a slow spell. Hurry up and get me the awl!"

"Damn it, no way! When I get back to my tribe this time, I'm definitely going to sell this trashy dwarf template and add some money to buy a more comfortable one."

It was observed that the battery powering the device seemed to have malfunctioned, as a yellow maintenance indicator light was illuminated.

The dwarf sitting atop the battery muttered to himself as he jumped down and skillfully walked behind it.

However, his words did not win the approval of the other dwarf; instead, a few words of complaint arose:

"Huh? Haer? You know now?"

"I told you so many times, but you just couldn't dissuade me. Wouldn't it be better to just buy a high-level Modified Human and have him do business for people in the clan every day? Why do you have to come here and live in fear, collecting information to exchange for Contribution Points?"

"Hey, Tena, I didn't do it on purpose. They said there are a lot of dwarves now, and they have a lot of territory. If I sneak in, I can definitely eat my fill and get lots of good stuff to exchange for more Contribution Points."

"But I never expected that the lower-class dwarves would eat food that's like pig swill, and have almost no welfare benefits. They're practically inhuman!"

Taking the awl handed to him by the dwarf Tena, he tapped on the cover plates behind him for a while, and the yellow indicator light went out.

Seeing the green indicator light light up again, the dwarf Haer chuckled mischievously.

"Although we can't gather information about Su Mo, the King of Humans, because of his status as a lord, we'll still be able to complete this mission."

"The identities of these humans under his command must be very popular. Selling just a few would be enough for us to exchange for a good template. If this King of Humans develops quickly, we might even be able to exchange for the top-tier templates. That would be awesome!"

"That's true, but the dwarven identity is still somewhat useful. Luckily, we've learned a lot from staying in Black Stone Camp, allowing us to strike before the old fogies in our tribe discover it and get the template. Otherwise, once they find out, we won't even have a chance to get anything. Wait a minute."

"Why did it turn yellow again?"

Looking forward to a bright future, the two "dwarfs" were about to climb onto the battery and sit down.

But before they could finish, the battery indicator light that had just been repaired by the dwarf Haer turned yellow again as a fault warning.

At this moment, both of them were startled.

"I didn't buy this secondhand, so how could it have a problem!"

Walking to the back, the dwarf Haer struck the spot he had just hit again, making a series of loud thuds.

This time, the yellow warning light disappeared again.

But unlike last time, before Haer could even turn his head, the green warning light instantly turned yellow.

It's even faster than the last time it changed! "Oh no, oh no, the collector is out of control!"

"The decomposition rate is too fast. Quickly adjust the battery's speed and stop increasing the voltage!"

Before the two dwarves could go out to call for help, a commotion broke out outside.

Rushing out of the tent containing the batteries, the dwarf Haer immediately looked at the collector in the center.

Upon seeing this, his scalp tingled instantly.

If the previous electric shocks occurred once every ten seconds, the amount of decomposed substances would be approximately 0.05%!

Now the electric shocks are once every four seconds, and the amount of decomposed substances is reduced to a full 0.2%!

Moreover, this speed is constantly increasing.

If this trend continues, either the flesh and blood will escape, or the energy in the battery and the high-energy substances that replenish the flesh and blood will be depleted!

"What should we do? We only have 20% left to collect."

"Without this 20%, our templates won't even sell for one-tenth of the price, and we'll lose all the Contribution Points we invested this time!"

Among twenty people.

It appears that the largest bear-man among them is the most powerful.

But as they spoke, everyone's eyes turned to the two dwarfs.

Clearly, they are the decision-makers for the entire team.

"Shall we go?"

"Let's go! We took out such a large loan to buy this equipment; if we go back empty-handed, we'll face exorbitant interest rates."

"Even if we sell ourselves, we still won't be able to pay it back. We'll only be able to become the lowest-level mercenaries who risk their lives for others. It's better to just kill me now!"

The cautious dwarf Tena had barely uttered the question when he was interrupted by Haer, whose eyes were filled with madness.

When it comes to the words "loan" and "interest,"...

Tena shuddered, a hint of reckless madness flashing in his eyes.

How many doses of our rehydration solution do we have left?

The deliveryman quickly raised his hand. "There are still six servings left. At the current rate, that can only last for less than half an hour. We need at least forty more servings!"

"Forty portions? Do you even know what forty portions represent?"

Like a wild beast driven mad, Haer jumped up in anger and hit the tool man on the knee.

Although the force was not great, the flashing marks between the two caused the tool to immediately lose all control over its body and fall straight to the ground.

"I hired you for money; your lives are now mine."

"Until the information is collected, everyone, immediately go and stabilize the data collection pillars to slow down energy consumption!"

"Without my order, no one is to return, not even if it means death! Stay put!"

Pointing to the air, the force intensified, almost forming a substantial smoke duct.

He took out a dozen or so cube-shaped devices and placed them on the ground.

Under Haer's repeated roars, the remaining eighteen aliens picked up their devices and scattered like birds and beasts, heading down into the smokestack.

In their disguised state, these people seem to feel no pressure from the territory.

With a density of one person every three kilometers, the camp that had just been filled with twenty people quickly became deserted.

"Go and repair the energy system, see if you can control the power output. I'll take charge of regulating the energy blocks here."

"There's still 18% left, we absolutely have to hold on!"

Hearing Haer's heavy breathing, the honest Tena nodded, went into the tent, and began to take out his tools to make repairs.

For a moment, Haer was the only one left outside the camp.

The previously seemingly perfect defense instantly disintegrated and collapsed.

"Damn it, there really are secrets we don't know about within the territory of King Su Mo of King of Humans."

"Once I get the template, I'm going to personally go into their territory and see what kind of medicine this Su Mo is hiding."

Another piece of high-energy matter was added, and the rate of flesh and blood differentiation continued to accelerate.

The dwarf Haer was pacing around anxiously, cursing under his breath.

But this time, like a ghost, a voice lingered in his ear.

"Oh, you want to know my secret?"

"You still want to take your medicine?"

Whoosh! It's like being walked at night and suddenly having someone pat you on the back.

Or, while you're sleeping, someone shouts a strange noise in your ear.

For a second, Haer was still a little dazed and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

But the next moment, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot, and his mouth trembled uncontrollably as he wanted to shout out loud.

Unfortunately, the figure was already prepared, and with a simple reach, it firmly gripped his neck.

Even the words that were about to be spoken were strangled in the palm of their hands.

"Haer, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the collector?"

The slight noise caught Tena's attention inside the tent, but it wasn't loud, and Tena, who was lying on the ground checking the batteries, didn't pay attention to it, but just asked.

"Quiet down. If you want to die right now, just yell it out."

Tell him it's okay!

Like a demon, looking at the dwarf whose face was flushed red, Su Mo put on his signature sly smile, squatted down and whispered in his ear.

Seeing the latter nod repeatedly, Su Mo finally released his grip. "Cough, I'm fine. You take care of the battery. Cough cough, I'll handle the outside."

"Good!"

As the dominant one among the two, Haer clearly values his life more.

This cooperation made Su Mo's smile deepen even further.

"I'll give you a chance. You have five minutes to explain why you invaded my territory."

"Listen, you only have one chance. After you finish speaking, I will interrogate you two separately. Whoever lies will die!"

Classic interrogation techniques that never go out of style.

Upon hearing the first half of Su Mo's sentence, the dwarf Haer wanted to answer, but after hearing the second half, he fell silent.

During the ten seconds of consideration, Haer's expression changed several times.

Finally, after taking one last deep look at the brightly lit tent, he nodded emphatically.

"I'm telling you, don't kill me. I can be your dog, your slave."

"Good!"

Six minutes later.

After the dwarf Haer finished speaking, Su Mo snapped his neck on the spot.

He picked up the dagger strapped to his thigh and gently pierced the seemingly normal blue mark on the dwarf Haer's neck.

A piece of bright red flesh appeared in Su Mo's hand.

"Interesting. They've already racked up huge debts before even starting."

"But this identity is also the perfect opportunity for me to infiltrate the Demon Soul Race!"

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the flesh and blood attributes scanned by the system, and recalling the dwarf Haer's complete confession, Su Mo laughed silently.