Global Weirdness: People Survive in Ultra

The huge figure crawled and quickly disappeared into the pipe.

Meng Yao frowned because of the dim light and the distorted shape of the giant.

Even he did not recognize the giant's identity.

"Aix, have you scanned out his identity?" Meng Yao quietly put his right hand into his arms and asked Aix.

[No, the interference in the pipe is more serious.]

Aix also responded to Meng Yao in a weak voice: [It must be due to the dimensional space. Otherwise, how could such a small pipe accommodate a giant of the anti-alien type to move?]

Meng Yao nodded, that was indeed the truth.

But who is that anti-alien giant in the pipe?

Is he a super ancient giant used by the Yabo people for experiments, or is he a well-known Ultra Warrior?

Meng Yao pulled his head back from the exit. He turned around and saw several people looking at him.

"Master Meng Yao, do you see clearly what it is?"

The Jettons probed cautiously.

Meng Yao first jumped off the tracks. He brushed off the blood on his body and then spoke, "It's a giant who rebelled against the aliens, but I don't know his true identity."

"Jetton, could that be the factory ghost story you were talking about?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Da Gu slowly expressed his guess: "Could this be the punishment that Hippolytus mentioned?"

"Parts that aren't processed in time will pile up at the exit until they attract the Anti-Alien Titans who come to prey on them."

Babar twisted his waist, which had just been injured by the grip, making crisp crackling sounds.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then what the line leader said is indeed correct. Punishment varies from person to person."

"As long as we can defeat that anti-alien giant, this so-called punishment is actually nothing."

Meng Yao lowered his head and thought, examining the strength of the rebellious giant.

Since he could be defeated by the power of the Ultra Medal, he must not be a tough guy.

I don’t know how long it took, but the tracks that had stopped started running again, breaking the silence in the workshop.

Meng Yao glanced at the people with different expressions and said, "Let's get back to work."

Rumbling--

Again, various parts were dropped.

But this time everyone was much more skilled, cooperating with each other to wield the tools in their hands and process the parts on the tracks.

However, what made Meng Yao ashamed was that after becoming familiar with the processing rules, several aliens actually started cheating.

Alien Zetton used his transformation ability to turn into a tentacle monster, while Dada and Baltan directly split into several parts, instantly filling up the section of the assembly line that belonged to them.

In a short time, efficiency increased greatly.

Can you still play like this?

"No wonder these aliens dare to come in even though we work 16 hours a day." Xincheng gritted his teeth, "I guess they all have special skills, right?"

"It seems the aliens' internal competition and exploitation aren't harsh enough."

Meng Yao rubbed his sore shoulders and called over the Super Beast Ace who had been on standby.

"Essan, please."

He immediately gave the order to process the parts.

Ultra Beast Ace's eyes lit up, and eight-point light wheels, guillotines and other skills appeared on his four arms.

With a few snaps, the parts were cut into small pieces that met the standards.

Babar covered his head and yelled, "Master Meng Yao, please be careful!"

"I'm really afraid that an eight-point light wheel will fly over from somewhere."

Meng Yao sneered, "Don't worry, you deserve to be hit. I'll file a work injury report for you."

After saying that, Meng Yao suddenly shouted to Baltan and Dada: "Can you two still split into two?"

He pointed at himself, Shinjo Daigu and the others.

The two aliens understood immediately, but didn't dare to say anything. They just puffed out their cheeks and created a few more clones to take over the work of Meng Yao and the others.

This frees up their time immediately.

Dagu wiped the sweat off his forehead. After all, the workshop was small, and working like this all the time was really tiring.

Xincheng squatted on the ground to rest. He sighed, "It really feels good to oppress others."

So they worked until the workshop break bell rang, and no more accidents happened.

Meng Yao looked up at the clock and saw that only three hours had passed.

He rubbed his sore wrist and threw the boning knife back into the sink. Just as he was about to complain, the workshop door opened.

A robot came in carrying food.

They were all very common alien foods, red and white in appearance, and could provide some essential energy. There were eight portions in total, each packed in a small tin box.

"So the Super Beast Factory has employee meals?"

Dada and Baltan couldn't wait to rush forward. They had maintained their clones for three hours, and their energy consumption was extremely high.

Meng Yao also picked up a staff meal.

But the moment he opened it, he saw a note.

The note was written in neat Earth language: Don't bow your head.

But coincidentally, Meng Yao was lowering his head when he saw this line of text.

His eyes subconsciously moved from the note to the ground.

But there was nothing unusual on the dark floor except some blood.

It's inexplicable, or perhaps it has a deeper meaning.

Meng Yao could only think so.

He took the note and looked at it carefully. After making sure that no more information could be revealed from these four words, he put the note back into his pocket.

Who brought the news?

Meng Yao could only think of Keigo Masaki. After all, if he had any acquaintances in the factory, it would be this person.

It seems that I have to find a way to find Keigo Masaki and ask him after get off work.

Meng Yao threw Ace's employee meal to Dada and Baltan. After everyone in the workshop had received the employee meal, the robot did not leave but came to Meng Yao.

"Anything else?" He frowned.

The robot said in a calm, emotionless voice, "I'm the factory foreman's work robot, responsible for supervision and inspection."

Meng Yao shook his head and pointed at the Jetton starman: "I'm not the foreman, he is."

But the robot didn't respond and seemed to have fallen silent.

Meng Yao shrugged. They had already adapted to the work in the factory, so there was no need to worry about any problems in processing parts.

A surveillance robot, so just let him be.

"You said the color of this staff meal...why is it so strange?" Baltan picked up a piece with tongs. "Red and white, am I really just imagining it?"

"What's there to think about?"

Babar has already started eating: "There are many species in the universe that are suitable for consumption."

"Since the Super Beast Factory was able to get so many parts, of course they wouldn't waste them. If you ask me, hurry up and eat them. They taste pretty good."

Although Babar enjoyed the meal, after being reminded by Baltan, everyone looked back at the "parts" on the tracks and then looked down at the employee meals in the iron box.

All a bit hard to swallow.

Seeing that Dagu and Xincheng were hesitant, Meng Yao could only take a deep breath to give them a sample. After scooping a spoonful, he put it into his mouth without any hesitation.

"How is it?" Both of them stretched their necks to observe Meng Yao's expression.

Meng Yao looked odd: "A bit like... egg-flavored ice cream?"

"It must be because of the condensation of a large amount of protein. It seems that this employee meal is really made from those leftover parts."

The taste is not strange, it's even a bit delicious.

With Meng Yao's proof, Dagu Xincheng no longer hesitated and started to finish the employee meals in his hands with peace of mind.