Dragonhead's Feast

Hanging Neck Street was still bustling with activity. "I love Baozi" sat behind the counter, watching the shop while happily browsing the forum.

As the saying goes, it's not that you don't know the goods, it's that you're afraid of comparing them.

Almost no player can resist this 100% virtual world. While enjoying their "second life," players also complain about the difficulty of the "game."

This kind of hardship, except for a few players who have an incredibly lucky start, covers almost all professions and all spawn points.

"Brothers, help me! I'm a security guard, and I have to work 24/7! I only slack off for a little while and I get a yellow card warning, three times and I'm fired!"

"Isn't being laid off a good thing? It's a perfect opportunity to change careers."

"What a load of bull! Other people's layoffs are just kicking out employees, mine is annihilation! They're practically sending me straight to the incinerator!" —The righteous security guard

"You're worse off than me? At least those of you with government jobs get food, but I'm just a homeless vagrant, I can't even get a decent meal. From yesterday to today, the only thing I've eaten is a half-eaten nutritional paste." - Xiaoyue

"So where do you sleep at night?" asked the Red Water Beast.

"The garbage dump on 4th Street is safe."

"What a coincidence."

"Brother, you're here too?"

"No, I'm in the garbage dump on 3rd Street. Feel free to come visit!"

"The living are still struggling, while the dead have already passed their third day of mourning. @Sister Ji, Sister Ji, where did you reincarnate as?"

"Yeah, Sister Ji, how many levels did you gain from the experience pack the system gave you?"

'...' Sister Ji.

"I'm going to plan this all over my family!!!"

"If you're going to reincarnate, at least reincarnate somewhere far away! I'm still stuck in this damn Red Dream Club!!"

"Huh? You're still there? Still in that... he..."

"No, this time I was reclassified as a bartender template android, with built-in bartending skills."

"Isn't this great?"

"What a load of rubbish! Do you know how my ex died? Her service was subpar; she got picked up like a blind box. Want to see her head? It's right next to me."

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"Oh my god, that's terrifying."

"Well--"

"Let's find a chance to escape, Sister Ji."

"I'd like to, but the problem is I don't even know where the door is."

"Is this game some kind of cyberpunk Sekiro? It's so hard, and there's a three-day penalty period! The game developers should all die!"

Therefore, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a glorious death.

"You guys still play this stupid game that's all about suffering? I quit a long time ago!" said the indignant man.

"The game is full of pitfalls, even more ridiculous than Cyberpunk 2077. Why would you play it? Are you looking for a beating?"

Only an idiot would continue playing this game.

One person couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. This guy got pricked by an NPC on the rooftop last night, and while he was unconscious, he was sold to some illegal human organ farm. He logged off on the spot and is currently in a state of impotent rage. Please bear with him."

"Is this the kind of acupuncture I'm thinking of?"

"By the way, has anyone been tricked into signing a contract by a virtual boyfriend? If so, add '1' to your list."

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I love eating steamed Baozi and I'm happily watching a bunch of miserable people on the forum. Compared to them, doesn't my sense of happiness just come through?

The trio are all doing well. He's become a temporary employee at "Neurotic Hut" because of his quick wit and ability to read people, while I, Big Muscle, delivers goods for the gang, striving to build up my reputation on the streets and become an outstanding member of a social group.

As for Brother Umbrella, he's rather elusive. It's said he's taken on a special mission, but he won't say what it is.

"It's you? Where's your boss?" A regular customer walked over.

My love for Baozi instantly lifted my spirits.

"The boss is busy. If you need any modifications, just tell me. Let me first introduce you to our newly arrived prosthetic bodies..."

Baozi also had his own goals. He had long realized that this game was not a simple leveling-up game. The power boost brought about by the modification and implantation of prosthetic bodies was exaggerated.

Moreover, he had inquired and found that the profession of prosthetic doctor was highly respected in the outer city. As long as he mentioned that his boss was Mr. G, the attitude of those fierce gang members would completely change 180 degrees, and they would even become somewhat obsequious.

This must be a hidden profession!

Therefore, Baozi's goal is to become the first prosthetic doctor among the players.

"When can I learn a trade?"

Looking at the closed renovation room, Baozi murmured.

Inside the modification room, the senior engineer was modifying the colony's body.

Since partnering with Welfare Helper, especially during Welfare Helper's continuous expansion, the speed at which senior engineers obtain blueprints has increased several times over.

[Heavy Artillery Modification], [Electromechanical Malfunction], [Ballistics Generation], [Neon Rocket], [Titanium Coating]

The latter three are: [Ballistic Generation] is a legacy of the Welfare Gang's annihilation of the Machine Gang; the other two blueprints are benefits from subduing several other small gangs, one of which was offered up voluntarily by a gang leader.

Every ambitious gang tries to train its own prosthetic doctor, but not every gang succeeds.

These internal documents became the senior engineer's gain.

At this moment, in the senior engineer's modification room, bullets and shell casings were scattered everywhere, and the company logo of "Mas Edge" could be vaguely seen on the surface of the "shells".

Besides the black market, senior engineers also have their own channels.

At this moment, the senior engineer is applying a coating to the "colonized body".

It's a secret metal-based liquid coating that, once successfully applied, increases armor by 500 points.

As the armor formed from the colony's body was coated, it gradually turned black, and dozens of bullet holes appeared in various important parts. The back bulged slightly, which was the modified rocket launch module that used bio-electric energy.

[You modified the colony's body, implanting a titanium coating, increasing armor by 500, locomotor system modification rate by 1%, and mechanical energy by 1000.]

[You modified the colony's body, implanting a rocket launch module. Body weight increased by 30kg, musculoskeletal modification rate increased by 1%, and mechanical energy increased by 1000.]

[You modified the colony body, implanting a 'ballistic adjustment system', adding a shooting module, increasing the mobility system modification rate by 1%, and increasing mechanical energy by 500.]

[You modified the colony body, gaining the skill 'Electromechanical Decomposition', increasing bioenergy by 1000]

Electromechanical decomposition (mechanical modification): Enhanced mechanical systems can fully release the bioelectricity of organisms, which can cause devastating damage to electronic systems.

The modified colony body has a nano-armor feel to it. With a thought from the senior engineer, the seemingly heavy mecha flips directly into the skin, making the feeling even more realistic.

However, this is not 'nanoplasty', but 'bionic implantation'.

The senior engineer stretched his body and clearly felt that he was heavier.

"Will the speed decrease? The power generation structure needs adjustment."

As the feet moved, cracks were continuously created on the ground.

"Could we further connect the Devil's Jet Port to the colony, using the energy overflowing from the reactor to reduce this weight?"

The weapon systems also need some adjustments; the rocket launcher conflicts with the steel flag.

The deeper the transformation goes, the more things are involved, requiring not only knowledge but also various transformation experiences.

The holographic phone then rang.

"Oh, and we also need to develop an AI. The requirements aren't high; it just needs to be able to answer phone calls."

Pressing the connection button revealed the figure of the leaky guy, dressed in a long robe, with an anxious expression.

"Master, what are you still doing in the shop?!"

"Where should I be if I'm not in the store?"

"Today is the leader's 40th birthday, you should be there!"

"Oh, I forgot," the foreman said without looking up, "I'll make up a gift later. Forget about going, I'm very busy."

"Master," the leaky guy looked around and gritted his teeth, "There have been some bad rumors in the gang lately, saying that the leader can't control his second-in-command. You know the leader is very concerned about his reputation. If you come, it will save a lot of trouble."

"I'm socially anxious, I'm not going."

With a flick of his finger, the senior engineer destroyed the opponent's holographic projection.

In a grand, ancient-style restaurant, an electronic lion dances, changing colors as it moves. At the hundreds of tables, all sorts of people from different walks of life are seated, with 3D tattoos flying everywhere – Guanyin (the Goddess of Mercy), the God of War, dragons and tigers, peaches of immortality, pythons, centipedes – all glaring at each other, making it look like a feast of demons.

The reason for such a grand celebration was not only the leader's 40th birthday, but also to celebrate the Welfare Gang's successful occupation of 10 city blocks.

A gang that's 10 blocks in size is a pretty good achievement, even in the outer city, and it's basically shaken off its status as a new gang.

Further up the hierarchy is consolidating territory, expanding connections, winning over various forces, and dealing with members of various councils.

If all goes well, the Welfare Association can apply to the council for a "security maintainer license" and establish its own security company.

That's right. In the city that never sleeps, 90% of the security companies are converted from gangs, and only 10% are subsidiaries of military contractors.

After the senior engineer shut down the holographic phone, the guy who was leaking sweat wiped his brow, realizing he was really in deep trouble this time.

"When will our White Paper Fan Master arrive? The Dragon Head asked me to come and urge him," said the Double Flower Red Stick Bodhisattva Man, walking over from a distance.

"I'm afraid we won't make it."

"It seems the advisor doesn't consider us one of their own," the Bodhisattva-like man sneered. "Go explain to the Dragon Head yourself."

The leaky guy's eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, and found the head of the household, Gao Jin, who was clinking glasses and making merry.

"When will the advisor arrive? I need to introduce him to some senior figures," Gao Jin said with a smile.

"Yeah, Little Gao, my back isn't doing so well. You'd better take a good look at that white paper fan of yours."

The speaker was an old man from the continent of subhumans. He was ten feet tall and had a waist ten spans in circumference. By ancient standards, he was a standard fierce general. However, what was inside his belly was not muscle, but an old-generation mecha engine.

The old man looked very similar to the Imperial soldiers the senior engineer had seen, except that the soldiers in the spaceship were logistics type, while he was combat type.

The leaky man braced himself and said, "Boss, the clerk has an emergency and can't come."

The scene fell silent instantly.

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