After leaving Red Rock Manor, the purple seed gradually drifted toward Migrant Bird Street on the outskirts of the city.
This was the largest slum in Lunovila Central City. Some of the Primitive Sect's "ritual materials" were obtained here, and they had never tried to hide it.
The purple seed drifted over. This time, it was not wandering aimlessly, but searching the area according to the intent contained within it.
Under the Primitive Sect's intervention and propaganda, many people living here collected relief supplies, numbed themselves with cheap drugs, and used low-cost implant bodies to watch and enjoy various forms of entertainment.
They all knew they could sell themselves for a good price. Many had intended to do so from the start, but when their critical readings appeared, most were left with nothing but endless regret and fear. They wanted only to escape, unwilling to honor their promises.
Yet the monitoring of their implant bodies, their weakened constitutions, and their drug addictions made escape impossible. Rather than lie there waiting to die, they might as well earn some money.
Of course, even after seeing their critical readings appear, some would rather lie there than face reality. They had no thought of resisting, either.
A purple seed circled and drifted above the neighborhood. Amid the jumble of lights, no one noticed that speck of light, as tiny as a mote of dust.
After wandering for several hours, it slipped through a gap in a window into a rented room littered with liquor bottles and syringes.
It finally settled on a corpse. Prolonged drug abuse and the drain imposed by his implant body had left his body completely shriveled, yet the man was not even forty.
As the seed entered through his eye and seeped into his brain, the mutated tissue inside