Divine Statue

After leaving the building, Sun Jack and the other person got back into the car Song 6 had stolen and drove towards the southeast.

Without a map, Sun Jack could only rely on Taipai's verbal directions to judge that they were still on the outskirts of Metropolis.

After driving for about two hours, they arrived at their destination.

Song 6 flicked his e-cigarette into the rain. "This is it, God Statue Street. Don't let the fact that it's just a miscellaneous goods street fool you. If you know the right people, they sell everything here."

Looking through the car window, the most eye-catching sight was the giant, decaying closed-eyed Buddha statue behind the street. Due to the acid rain, many areas had even exposed corroded steel bars, making it look very dilapidated.

The statue sat cross-legged in the heavy rain, letting the acid rain wash over it. It leaned back-to-back with Jesus behind it; the two giant statues supported each other, barely preventing them from collapsing.

Around the statue were crowded shops of all sizes. The shop signs flickered with various neon lights, as exaggerated and eye-catching as possible.

These shops sold everything, but one store instantly caught Sun Jack's attention. The neon sign on its storefront had wreaths, paper money, and coffins in black, white, and yellow on one side, and various sex toys in pink, purple, and black on the other.

The left and right sides were somehow pieced together. The sense of division was extremely strong.

"Let's go, this is the place," Song 6 said, walking towards the store.

"Technology is so advanced now, and people still use wreaths?" Sun Jack walked in with a hint of curiosity.

As soon as he entered, Sun Jack saw a monk wearing a circuit board kasaya with six scar marks on his head, sitting there playing on a computer. In the center of the store, on a throne, a mechanical Buddha was enshrined with electronic candles.

Glancing at the bizarre little items next to him, Sun Jack secretly thought, Heh, Durex printing Ukiyo-e? Promoting traditional culture, huh? Looks like this is a Japan Monk after all.

But Sun Jack soon realized that wasn't the case; the monk was Caucasian.

It was clear the shop owner was very creative, merging funeral items and erotic items, two completely unrelated elements, in a multi-dimensional way.

Besides regular merchandise, the store also had some special items, such as sexy enchanting erotic shrouds, and paper mache vibrators meant to be burned for the deceased during grave sweeping.

Sun Jack didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

"Yo~ bro, long time no see," Song 6 walked over and flicked the monk's head with his steel finger. The impact made a crisp "clang" sound.

"Oh? Isn't this Pus Donor? This humble monk thought you had kicked the bucket. Buddha bless, Buddha bless," the monk said with a smile upon seeing someone arrive. He pulled a data cable out of the scar mark on his head.

He spoke in what was likely his native language, without switching languages.

"Hahaha, Vajra, have you gotten any new system chips recently?"

Hearing this, the monk's expression changed instantly, and he quickly looked behind the three of them. "Amitabha, this humble monk doesn't know what you're talking about. I only sell legitimate items here."

Sun Jack, hearing this, speechless, threw the Black and White Impermanence Massage Stick he was holding back onto the shelf.

Song 6 turned to look at the other two and suddenly realized. "Oh, it's fine, these are my bros. The kind you'd risk your life for. They're with me, they won't report you."

Hearing this, the monk named Vajra breathed a sigh of relief. He snapped his fingers, and the enshrined mechanical Buddha climbed down from its lotus throne to take over watching the store in his place.

He then led the two towards the side door. "Hey, you should have said so earlier. I thought the cops were setting up a sting operation."

The side door opened, and descending the stairs, they were suddenly met with a vast, open space.

Under the clean, bright white light, brand-new cybernetic bodies were neatly arranged on rows of shelves, with two Crab Robots standing beside them.

Compared to the mess upstairs, this place downstairs was clearly more like a shop.

Song 6 casually slung an arm around the monk and said to the two, "Bro, let me reintroduce. This is Vajra's Mother, a Modification Master. His skills are incredible, and he's also an Unscrupulous Merchant. If you buy second-hand goods from him, you need to be careful, or else at the critical moment when your heart is about to be shot through, the Backup Heart Pump you bought might... not have enough power!"

As he was speaking, his expression instantly changed. With a snap, he drew a Pistol from his waist and pressed it against Vajra's forehead.

"Damn it! How much stuff have I bought from you, and you still rip me off? Six holes, right? Believe it or not, I'll put a few more holes in your head!"

"No, no, no. Let's talk. Let's talk!" Feeling the cold muzzle against his head, Vajra panicked, breaking out in a cold sweat and waving his hands frantically.

"Then how do we settle this! I almost died because of your Black Heart, you Dead Ball! Huh? You tell me! You tell me!"

Song 6 shouted, his expression ferocious.

Just as Sun Jack thought the other party was about to cause trouble, Song 6 suddenly retracted his gun and, with a grin, said to Sun Jack, who was watching from the side, "Come on, pick one. All System Chips are free today."

Sun Jack hadn't expected that the way he was going to solve his system problem was like this.

He now understood that unless absolutely necessary, Song 6 would avoid spending money if he could. He got help when his life was on the line for free, his house for free, and finally, the promised Nervous System was also free. He was a complete Free Rider.

Soon, Sun Jack saw a row of chips, the size of fingernails, gleaming coldly before him. He didn't recognize any of the logos. He listened as Vajra introduced them volubly.

"Esteemed patron, how about this one? ALT1G Model 3. It comes with an Automatic Translator, can connect to Firearms, and displays the real-time bullet count. It also has a Cracking System that shows the enemy's bullet count."

"Don't pick that one. Nowadays, which Nervous System doesn't display bullet count or have an automatic translator? How can you even offer that?" Song 6 chimed in.

"Besides, the Cracking System that comes with such an outdated system can't be used anymore. Leaving a port open not only prevents anyone from hacking you but also makes you vulnerable to counter-hacking."

He picked one up from the side. "Choose this one. This is the most expensive one the monk has. It comes with a Level 4 Surveillance Jammer, a Pain Editor, temporary ICE, and a Dopamine Circulator."

Perhaps wanting to make Vajra spend more, Song 6 kept picking the more expensive ones, making Vajra's face twitch with heartache.

Sun Jack took the coin-sized blue chip from him. He thought for a moment, realizing that the two choices from yesterday weren't ideal. The best solution was to find a compromise.

"Is there a way to achieve the same effect without installing the Nervous System directly into the brain? Like using an External Device or something?" Sun Jack asked.