I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Numerous severed arms intertwined to form twisted branches, with nauseating blood covering each branch like bark, and at their ends bearing fruits shaped like human heads.

The head, which was being grabbed by the hair, was still alive and even emitted an incomprehensible whimper, as if a demon from hell had appeared in the world.

Even the members of the gang in the lower carriages looked pale and looked away at such a terrifying thing, while the apprentice spread his hands with a hint of pride.

"Well, although I don't think it's quite perfect, it's still above my minimum standard."

"This is a work of art!"

The leader of the train car gang waved his iron pliers and cheered from the side, his fat jiggling.

However, the rough sound coming from below surprised and stunned them both.

"Rubbish."

Boiling rage made Du Jue tremble all over, unable to speak properly, feeling as if all the nerves in his body were suddenly tense and out of control.

These damned bastards aren't kidnapping people to eat or force them to be prostitutes; they're using living people to make this kind of nonsensical garbage!

What are your thoughts?

The apprentice seemed oblivious to the anger in Du Jue's tone, instead asking questions with feigned seriousness before turning to examine his own hard work with a frown.

Then he shook his head.

"It could certainly be made even more perfect. Would you like to become part of my perfect work of art?"

Everyone in the club immediately grabbed their weapons, and the three-story carriage full of gang members all faced Du Bu with malice, determined not to kill a mere enemy.

No one believed that an unknown nobody could escape, especially since there were distinguished guests from Huanzhi here.

A heavy gray fog spread from Du Jue's body. It was a strange smoke that resembled smog, or like morning mist creeping across the ground.

"Wail here, until you die."

Despite the strength and number of enemies, Du Jue still wanted to kill them.

Du Jue immediately reached out and grabbed the thorny sword called Death Aura, as if once he picked it up, no one could stop him from advancing, and the only price he would have to pay was pain that wouldn't injure his body.

"Hmm, is this your artwork? A wisp of fog?"

"Ugh!!!"

Du Jue instantly knelt on the ground, clutching his helmet and letting out a terrified scream, leaving everyone bewildered.

However, the next moment, cries of agony spread.

"Wow ah ah!"

“It hurts, it hurts!!”

The agony of death crashed down on the three people in front of Du Jue like a tidal wave, then spread rapidly in all directions.

The first floor of the clubhouse instantly transformed into a grand chorus of anguish, leaving the gang members above dumbfounded and chilled to the bone; even the apprentices of the Ring Finger sect were stunned.

Even if they realized what was happening and tried to escape, it was too late.

To avoid the agonizing crawl, the dagger, which had been taped to his right hand beforehand, struck the enemy in the eye, causing him to be tormented by the pain as he stabbed him repeatedly.

New deathly anguish immediately added to the wailing, and the entire elite club erupted in a terrifying and chilling howl.

"A genius!!!"

The master of the ring finger gripped the railing, trembling all over, completely losing his previous composure, but still retaining his pursuit of art.

In a short time, the agony of death made everyone forget everything, and they could only frantically torture their bodies in an attempt to alleviate the slightest bit of the soul-wrenching pain.

As Du Jue slit another person's throat, the entire area erupted in commotion, and no one could ignore the piercing screams echoing through the night.

"You are! Ugh! You are!!!"

An extremely long minute passed, and even the Ring Master was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She tried desperately to hear the perfect chorus, but her attention was constantly being taken away by the pain.

Finally, someone could no longer bear the extreme pain and began to commit suicide. The three additional death auras that appeared instantly caused the crawling Du Jue to collapse completely.

Oops! !

Du Jue, who still retained some rationality, immediately realized something was wrong, and forced himself to suppress his death aura with bloodshot eyes.

But with each inch of contraction, the excruciating pain would cause him to momentarily lose consciousness, and the deathly aura would spread once more.

“A!!!”

Everyone was filled with fear of elimination and pain.

The leader of the car gang, holding a pair of pliers, smashed the pliers on his own head and then jumped from the third floor.

The incoming death energy immediately rendered Du Jue's efforts to withdraw the death energy futile. He clutched his helmet in a daze, his remaining rationality rapidly evaporating.

Master Ring Fingers laughed maniacally as he tortured the corpses of his apprentices around him, even using the torture instruments in the private room on himself, before drawing an extremely distorted "A" on the floor.

"Hahaha!!"

The last survivor in the clubhouse jumped down the stairs, clutching his disciple's art display case.

Bang!

The tree, along with the apprentice's death and suffering, was brought by the deathly aura.

Dudu's pupils dilated on the spot; at this moment, both anger and reason had vanished.

The death energy erupted uncontrollably.

The gray fog obscured the neon lights.

In a state of blurred consciousness, Du Jue felt as if a long time had passed, yet also as if not so long.

An unimaginable numbness made him unable to even think.

It wasn't until the phantom pain awakened him that Du Jue remembered he was still alive.

"uh uh"

The deathly aura had dissipated, yet the lingering phantom pain still caused Du Jue's hoarse throat to utter a rusty sound.

"The pinnacle of the city".

This auditory hallucination caused Du Bu to crawl involuntarily.

The quiet clubhouse was filled only with corpses whose faces were contorted in agony.

After standing there for more than ten minutes, Du Jue crawled again. The street was covered with the cleaner's clothes and liquid, almost overflowing the road surface.

As he crawled, he became covered in that liquid with an unknown smell, but he was completely unable to think about what had happened.

Until they saw the bodies that had escaped.

All the streets I saw were wide open and completely silent.

Du Jue stared at the endless corpses falling outwards from the clubhouse, still unable to figure out what it was, so he continued climbing.

After climbing for a long time, there were still corpses in dresses with their throats cut open. Suddenly, Du Jue noticed something strange in his heart; it was a feeling different from pain.

A colorful ring tattoo was etched onto the beating heart, which gradually helped Du Jue regain his senses.

In the instant your mind begins to turn, refrain from crawling in fear or recklessly.

He dared not look up, much less look at the corpses on his left and right.

Because this is horrible!

Until they stopped crawling into places where people were talking, they would crawl around like maggots.

"Go home, I want to go home first."

He refused to try to escape the phantom pain and sin, his fingers, whose fingerprints were almost worn smooth, gripped the ground even faster; all he wanted now was to go home.

However, the phantom pain struck again, causing him to convulse on the spot.

And sin is presented in a cold and hard way by reason.

The overwhelming guilt caused Du Jue to lose his mind again, and when he looked up again, he found that he was already home.

It's still dark outside.

"Brother, I've been waiting for you for so long, why aren't you back yet before midnight?"

"Those three cybernetic bodies went out to look for you, and they're probably staying in a hotel now."

43 you you you

Du Jue lay silently on the sofa, looking at the pale sky outside the window, feeling only a sense of emptiness.

It's like I didn't do anything last night.

"Brother, what did you do yesterday?"

"He did something bad."

He got up, took off his dirty combat uniform, and, unable to bear looking at his hands, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He still has work to do today; he can't just stay here doing nothing.

"That must be to protect me."

"No, I only killed someone."

"In the city, protecting those who are connected to you means killing those who are not connected to you."

Pianjiang handed a bowl of hot soup to Dujue, and these words made Dujue waver even more.

"Is this alright? Although it's a bit late to say this, I mean perhaps some of these people don't need to die, like you."

"Thank you for protecting me, brother."

"I don't know! You don't understand what I'm saying!"

Faced with a string of nonsensical and incomprehensible words, Katae nodded in sudden realization.

He turned around and took out endorphin injections from the bedroom.

"No, I don't want that, and I won't use it in the future!"

Du Jue threw the pneumatic syringe to the ground and buried his head in his legs, not even knowing what he was doing.

Gently placing the injection down, Pianjiang gently raised Du Jue's face.

"I know you need more courage."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and began to recall.

He wanted to avoid interrupting the other person, but he still tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"Du Jue, you're a born madman."

"Morality and evil are just excuses for your actions, and brothers and friends are just toys for you to relieve stress. Everything you do is because you want to do it, and there is no other reason."

"Just as no one asks why an apple falls from a tree, you don't have to pretend to convince yourself."

Seeing Pianjiang's serious gaze, Du Jue felt a long-lost sense of peace and immediately changed into gang clothes.

Picking up the boning knife, Du Jue still hesitated before turning around and asking a question.

Do you really think so?

"Hmm? Oakes used to do the same thing as you. I studied some psychology books and said the same thing to her, and it worked really well."

"After all, the courage to protect will eventually run out."

Hey!

To stop himself from recalling Oakes's ruthless manner, shouting about fear and bloodshed, he slapped himself and finally returned to normal.

There's no time for sentimentality here. Lobotomy Corporation's Seed of Light project waits for no one, and I can't stop working.

In the taxi, Du Jue was browsing his communicator when he discovered a wanted notice from the Ring Fingers.

Calling it a wanted notice is a bit inaccurate; they're actively posting invitations on forums, wanting to meet Lead Grey Symphony, and even offering to set up a themed art gallery for them.

However, the ring finger did not provide a specific image, but rather an abstract drawing of a gray human figure. It would be a miracle if anyone could find the person by looking at it.

Avoid gazing out the car window in a daze.

The city is full of cold weapons, which sometimes makes him forget that this is a technologically advanced world, and sensational news can spread in just one night.

An office worker hanged himself from a large tree outside; his body was hanging on the grass, resting on his briefcase.