Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2463 If the Musician Still Exists

The clown raised his head, carrying a backpack for a long journey, and the broken music box lay at his feet.

"I do not know."

"I have only had one master from the beginning to the end, and that is the Grand Lord. From the moment I was given life by my mistress, everything I heard was my belief in the Grand Lord. Although I have never seen him in that era, I do believe that the Grand Lord's ideals are the ideals of the Violet Empire and the ideals of all of us jailers. For this, I am willing to pay any price."

Rule, kill, suppress, and maintain everything in this hell.

It doesn't matter how many lives are lost.

Because it is necessary.

As long as the group of people standing at the top of the main universe are exiled to hell, it will bring hope to billions of ordinary creatures, making this winter no longer cold.

So he never repented, nor did he have the slightest mercy for the root of hell.

But he doesn't want to do this anymore.

Because the jailer is no longer the same jailer as before.

He whispered, "If you hope that he will grow up to be the great king in our hearts, then I am willing to be that clown, even if it means besieging the Night City, even if I am hated to death. But I always feel that the great king we believe in is not the face on the statue, but the ideals he upholds and gives us."

"Lin En is indeed a bastard, weak and emotional. The guy who used to be fearless and carefree has long been killed by his so-called fetters, but..."

“He’s always fighting!”

But what about these jailers?

Surrounded by a conspiracy, manipulating a destiny, just to prove their irrefutable loyalty to the Maharaja, they reject the person who has the same face as the Maharaja with the greatest malice and indifference. It seems that only in this way can they prove their pure loyalty.

Countless lives are lost in the main universe every day, but they don't care.

The Tainted have already infiltrated Hell, and they are still stirring up trouble over their own internal differences.

If you let him grow up.

If all policies are aimed at this goal.

That should be the end!

Isn't it time to put all our efforts into fighting against those polluted people at all costs together with him?

The clown raised his head, his eyes filled with disappointment and determination, and said:

"I don't know whether this is what the mistress wants, or whether they just want to keep their own piece of land. I don't want to care about it anymore! I don't care what the connection is between the disaster and the Lord, and I don't care about their so-called definition of loyalty! I only know that if this world is gone, it will never get better! All the ideals will go down the drain!"

He turned his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

"If some of them think that the disaster is the great lord they are following, then let them go!"

"If the Maharajah stands under the banner of violet against his former ideals! Then I will stand against him and fight him! True loyalty is not singing fucking praises to the statues of gods!"

He stepped on the music box in front of him and smashed it.

This also means that he has completely broken with his past self.

Eden glanced sideways and said:

"So where are we going? You called me here not just to pour out your grievances to me, right? After all, the two of us are the only "jailers" in Night City."

The clown turned his head, staring at the thick black fog in front of him, and said:

"The mistress has returned to disorder. Let's go! I know a way out! Follow me to the Abyss of Disorder. Even if it's a gamble, I'm going to give Night City a try. I don't know what the result will be. Maybe we will both die... But..."

"But if it is true as the God of Death said, the musician... still exists..."

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes showing great ferocity and unshakable determination.

"Then I will definitely...definitely..."

"I must bring him back a top-level combat force that can crush those God Kings!"

……

……

Time flies and a month goes by in a flash.

Night City, Mechanical District.

The huge mechanical warehouse filled with nutrient solution creaked open, emitting a large amount of steam. The red light on it turned green with a prompt sound, and the synthesized sound of the intelligent main brain rang out throughout the room at the same time.

"The eleventh repair has been completed. According to the data from the instrument, your body has successfully completed 88% of the reconstruction. Because the new body involves the logical construction of a large number of laws, the repair speed is slow."

"According to the strength test, the overall strength of your new body is far lower than that of the Silver Fantasy Supreme Body. If you need to engage in high-intensity combat, the main brain recommends that you continue to use the original body, which can greatly improve your overall combat capabilities."

In the surging steam.

A wet, slender foot stepped on the cold ground, silver hair stuck to the skin, and the hazy figure walked out of the repair chamber bit by bit with difficulty.

She placed her hands on the railing and lowered her head, revealing her beautiful and touching face from beneath her hairline.

She breathed, and drops of sweat slid down her skin.

"Warning - the repulsion between your Half-Step Godhead and you has increased slightly - the current quantitative repulsion is 31.4% - an increase of 1.6 percentage points from the last time - if the law's repulsion to you exceeds the critical point of 50% - it may cause unpredictable damage to your soul - please leave as soon as possible..."

Click——

Silver Fantasy shut down that further prompt.

She sat down with the help of a chair. There were still some water stains on her exposed skin, but it was no longer the mechanical structure of the Goddess Wan Ji period, but real flesh and blood, a new body reconstructed for her by atomic machinery from the atomic level.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, with almost no flaws that a living being of flesh and blood should have on her body. Her skin was as white as the snow on the icy plain, and her body was so curvy that any human girl would be jealous when she saw it.

However, even with such a beautiful body that seemed to possess the magical power of Guiguzi, there were several hideous scars on the back.

Like the Venus de Milo.

It was a full-strength attack from several corrupt jailers.

Although most of the disordered power in her body had been eliminated, a part of it still penetrated into her origin and caused great damage to her.

The whispering voice came again.

Chaos, disorder, torture, and even a hint of maddening deception.

She stretched out her hand forcefully and held her forehead. She bit her bright lips, and the half-step divinity above her eyebrows emitted a faint halo.

"He's awake, isn't he?"

"Atomic Mechanical Records: Mr. Lin En has awakened and returned to Dark Night City one month ago. The conflict between our legion and the jailers has been stopped. The fight has subsided. According to your order, during your repair, the atomic mechanical cluster is still carrying out exploration operations in various parts of Hell around the clock. "

"According to the corruption principles prepared in the memorandum, the number of [Corrupted] and [Suspected Corrupted] in the major blocks and important cities of Hell is on the rise. During this period, 51 suspected Corrupted terrorist attacks occurred in the City of Darkness. Corruption searches of jailers: 0, corruption searches within the Legion: 0."