Ninth class citizen

Chapter 246 Auction
When Nan Rong woke up, he felt a dull pain in his head, nausea in his chest, and severe soreness in his limbs.

It is very similar to the natural reaction of an ordinary person's body after experiencing a long period of warp speed flight.

Because of her improved physical condition, she hasn't felt uncomfortable for a long time.

As her brain began to recover, memories from before she fell into the coma flooded into her mind.

The Great Devil, the Third Trial.
She quickly opened her eyes and subconsciously tried to jump up, but failed.

The feeling of restraint came from all parts of the body: the metal energy-disabling collar on the neck, the heavy wrist cuffs and leg shackles, and the body was fixed to a bed with a special soft alloy leather belt, making it impossible to move at all.

She instinctively tried to mobilize her mental strength, but the extremely familiar power seemed to have completely disappeared from her body.

This doesn't seem to be an effect that can be achieved by just a disabling collar.

Nan Rong frowned, and his consciousness sank into his spiritual sea, but was bounced out directly.

At this moment, she suddenly understood her situation.

His body was as weak as an ordinary person, he had lost all his extraordinary abilities, and he couldn't even enter the spiritual sea.

Is this what the Great Devil said before, that he would take back all the power given to her?

Someone walked to the bedside, looked down at her, and said in a brisk voice: "Are you awake? Are you feeling okay?"

Nan Rong looked at him openly and said, "Not bad. It would be even better if I could sit up and drink some water."

"There's no rush for that." Florent's lips curled up slightly. He turned around and asked, "Are the results out?"

"It will be ready soon. Got it! Lord Fred, look, all the values have dropped! This potion is too toxic. No, it's too effective. She is now worse than an ordinary person!"

"Did you give me medicine?" Nan Rong asked.

"Hmm." Florian tapped his fingers lightly, and a void screen opened in front of Nan Rong's eyes, displaying her current physical values.

Extraordinary abilities: None.

Intelligence: 6
Constitution: 5
Power: 3
Agility: 4
Endurance: 4
Mental Power: 5
Perception: 5
Explosive power: 2
Overall evaluation: bad

Nan Rong:.
Although she was mentally prepared, she was still very upset by her poor health.

This time the test results were different from previous ones. They truly reflected her physical condition without any concealment.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?" Florent said, "You are very lucky to be able to taste the potion made by the prophet himself."

A prophet? It is indeed a standard feature of evil organizations.

"Then I really have to thank him." Nan Rong smiled wryly, "But I can't understand why you don't just kill me now that I'm in your hands, and waste such a precious potion?"

"Who do you think we are?" Florent said coldly, "Butchers who kill innocent people? No, we just want to help you see clearly what kind of life the lowest class people in this world live."

As he spoke, he personally untied the soft alloy leather belt on Nan Rong's body. There were many leather belts, tied in a messy way, and it was not easy to untie them all at once.

Floran was not in a hurry. While untying his belt slowly, he continued, "So Nan Rong, are you mentally prepared to face the real world where the veils are torn off?" After all the leather straps were loosened, Nan Rong moved his body to the ground with some difficulty.

"I am already too weak to even hold a chicken." She pointed at the 20-kilogram collar and shackles on her body and said, "I don't think I can use these anymore, right?"

"I'm sorry." Florent smiled, grabbed the chain, and led her out. "I assure you, these are just necessary equipment, not targeted at you."

The heavy chains rubbed against the metal deck, and Nan Rong staggered down the gangway.

Viscous condensation dripped from the broken ventilation duct, accumulating into an oily black pool on the colorless ground.

The air was filled with a pungent mixture of smells: leaking engine oil and low-quality fuel, the scorching smell of burning garbage, cheap spices and goods with strange smells, the stench of Gru meat being cooked and sold on the spot, and the strong body odor of the people passing by.
Nan Rong inhaled a breath unexpectedly and was immediately nauseated, but because he had not eaten for a long time, he did not vomit anything.

Floran thought she was just delaying, and with a cold face he increased his strength. The collar around her neck tightened instantly. She began to cough violently, and her eyes quickly swept across the entire small star port.

Hundreds of rusty circular berths were like giant honeycombs, embedded under the dome. Holographic advertisements with double images were projected on the acid-etched alloy walls:
[Super easy-to-use gene repair liquid directly supplied from the source]

[Quick freezing of living organs, providing on-site sampling and cutting services]

[Selling Eta Star Prisoners of War at 30% Off]

The wailing of young interstellar alien beasts came from the front. Their scaly bodies were nailed with gene sampling needles, and their dark purple blood flowed into the recycling tank through the transportation pipeline and was directly sold to buyers wearing various colored filter masks.

Several men drove a line of prisoners connected by electronic chains past Nan Rong and the others. The electric whip tore through the turbid air and landed on the back of the boy at the end of the team. He let out a short and sharp scream and fell to the ground, twitching.

Nan Rong watched coldly as the young man was whipped by his escorts, his breath becoming weaker and weaker.

She was unable to take care of herself and was powerless to help others suffer.

"Hurry up." Floran tightened the chain again and dragged Nan Rong forward among the crowd.

"Is this the equality and freedom you advocate?" Nan Rong curled his lips: "Didn't you claim to save all the weak? Why did you turn a blind eye to it just now?"

"Those are the people of Eta." Floran curled his lips slightly. "They are old-fashioned people who are loyal to the fallen royal family of the Kungu Empire thousands of years ago. They don't understand the meaning of freedom at all, and there is no taste in life."

"Haha, so your so-called equality among the people doesn't really mean everyone is treated equally. It still depends on the target."

Nan Rong dragged the heavy iron chain with difficulty, his breathing gradually became heavy, but he remained unforgiving in his words.

"So what? Only those who are awakened are qualified to enjoy equality and freedom, while those who are numb are just like you, and are only worthy of struggling and sinking in hell."

"So where exactly are you taking me?"

"Want to know?" Florent pulled her closer, grabbed her hair, and forced her to look up at the platform in the corner of the star port.

"See? That's the auction table."

A deafening roar came from the direction of the auction table, and the holographic projection magnified the girl who was also restrained by shackles to a height of about twenty stories.

She had a very small, thin cloth wrapped around her chest, revealing her thin shoulders and slender wheat-colored legs. She looked at the people in the audience timidly, with tears in her eyes.

This sense of weakness actually stimulated the buyers in the audience. The bidding sounds rose and fell, becoming louder and louder, like the beat of some crazy music.