People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

As Zhenzhu spoke, she picked up the scroll and tore it into pieces on the spot. A wave of imaginary energy spread out and was absorbed by her intelligent mechanical body in an instant.

As some data flashed across the mechanical eye, a golden thread appeared before her eyes, and then she spoke to the staff standing behind the black tower:

"Now, all combat-armed staff, please immediately take up your weapons, put on your armor, and follow my guidance to the designated location."

"The goal of this mission: To demonstrate our sincerity to our partners... and to cleanse ourselves of the filth we carry."

After saying that, Zhenzhu walked out of the office without looking back.

After a brief pause, Heita snatched an imaginary particle gun from the company employee next to him and quickly followed him out.

Chapter 71: The Completely Yandere Black Tower (Part 1)

Jiang Mo felt like he was about to die.

Jiang Mo didn't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss or the atomized medicine sprayed from the floor, but he now felt...that he was about to die.

The atomized drugs made him feel no pain at all, but they amplified his sensory abilities by nearly double.

He could clearly hear the sound of the blades on the mechanical arms gently cutting his flesh, and he could also feel himself bleeding and his body temperature slowly draining away...

Jiang Mo knew very well that the people in the marketing department were torturing him.

They had only two goals: one was to take control of the "Technology R&D Department" and the other was to drive him and Heita out and continue the competition with the "Strategic Investment Department".

From their perspective, submitting to them can not only save them trouble, but also save energy and money, and even avoid disaster.

Therefore, they resorted to this cruel punishment, hoping to cause this pampered scholar to suffer a mental breakdown, thereby making it easier to achieve their goal.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and tried hard to open his eyes, which were a little dizzy for some reason, and looked at the red light curtain in front of him.

[Oh my! Why are you so embarrassed? Isn't this a memory bubble? Why don't you let them know the price of offending you?]

[Ding ding! Any time, any place, Super Aha, dispatch on time! ]

[With just a word from you, Aha can give you the power of a Commander right now, allowing you to break free from the cage here. How about it?]

[You don't need to pay any price - you just need to swear to me, bring me more joy, and let the whole universe be filled with joyful laughter, that's enough! ]

[How about it? Isn't it tempting? Say yes~]

Ahana's bewitching voice echoed in Jiang Mo's ears, like... an evil god.

——He is still the kind of despicable evil god who deliberately creates difficulties for others and then forces them to believe in him.

If Jiang Mo hadn't known that Ah Ha, representing "joy," was actually existentialism, the opposite of nihilism represented by "nothingness" IX...

He might really think about it this way.

Looking at the light curtain in front of him, Jiang Mo's heart was calm, and he even felt a kind of... calmness that disregarded life and death.

The reason why he didn't want to agree to Aha was not just as simple as "hating empty promises".

It was Jiang Mo who didn't want to become the next Nobles worm.

Because he couldn't guarantee that this "Happy Star God" would be happy all the time.

If at some point he suddenly lost the favor of the Star God... he would die on the spot like the bug who tried to sneak into the Genius Club.

He didn't want to face such an ending, nor did he want similar risks to happen to himself.

Therefore, he did not intend to agree to Aha's temptation.

What's more...this is just a memory bubble. Death in the memory bubble does not mean death in reality. What is there to be afraid of?

The only pity is... I may not have enough time to enjoy the unique and gentle paradise of genius in my life.

Thinking of this, the expression on Jiang Mo's face instantly became relieved, as if he had seen through life and death and no longer cared.

"Hmm? As expected of Director Jiang? Two system hours have passed... and you haven't even uttered a single sound. I'm really surprised~"

The sound loaded with garbage effects sounded in Jiang Mo's ears again, but this time, he no longer had the energy to fight back.

The loss of blood took away his body temperature. At this moment, even Jiang Mo's teeth began to chatter, as if he could no longer bear the cold.

But...this doesn't mean that Jiang Mo has lost his temper.

"Marketing Department, huh... Osvaldo Schneider, you're not only messing with the Sea Ranger Poteo and the Stoneheart Ten, but also... me!"

"Once I leave this memory bubble, I will do everything I can to cause trouble for you bastards and let you know what cruelty is!"

"Please, Ms. Black Tower, if the observation of the simulated universe can allow you to hear my voice, please help me. This is my lifelong request!"

Jiang Mo thought so in his heart.

......

Just as Jiang Mo was thinking about how to deal with the "Market Development Department" next, the instigator of the whole thing, Lor, was looking at the screen in front of him, observing Jiang Mo's every move and physiological data.

"This guy... looks like a scholar, but why is he so tough? Is he really not afraid of death?"

"This level of mental torture... and he's not hurt at all?"

Lor frowned slightly as he looked at the screen in front of him, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.

The mission of the "Market Development Department" is to incorporate more planets with civilization systems into the company's credit system.

Although most planets are very obedient and only need a little bit of profit to make them become planets in the company's star map, but...

There are still a small number of planets that will not be so obedient, and they naturally have various ways to deal with them.

The plan before them, which is like slow slicing, is one of their methods. Its purpose is to destroy the spirit of the victim while ensuring the slow loss of life.

In the past few Amber Ages, the longest time that this plan could last was only one and a half system hours, but Jiang Mo managed to hold on for half a system hour longer.

Lor raised his head slightly and looked at the data on the screen that were approaching physiological limits. He sighed softly.

"Forget it... We can't let him die here. Otherwise, there's no way to make up for it, and it will cause a lot of trouble..."

A look of helplessness and dissatisfaction appeared on his face, and then he changed the channel, intending to explain the follow-up matters to his subordinates.

"Hello? Is anyone still in the control room? We're deploying the hypnotic gas and preparing to take this guy away to his girlfriend. Execute plan B."

"..."

However, the expected response did not come, and instead there was dead silence.

This sudden silence made Lor a little flustered, and he began to shout at the top of his voice:

"Hey, hey, hey? Where's the guy in the control room? Are you slacking off again?"

"No laziness, Mr. Lore."

A cold mechanical voice came from the other end of the communication channel. The moment he heard this voice, Lorton felt his hair stand on end and his spine went cold.

'finished'

These were the last two words that came to Lor's mind.

bang——

The next second, the door of the monitoring room was broken open in a very violent way, and a number of fully charged imaginary particle guns had locked onto him.

Of course, there are also combat mechas that cannot fit in due to their size.

"...I surrender."

Lor knew that his situation was hopeless, so he gave up struggling.

......

Just as Zhenzhu and other staff from the Strategic Investment Department began to arrest these bastards from the "Market Development Department", Heita had already arrived in front of the room where Jiang Mo was imprisoned.

Behind her were dozens of company employees armed with guns and five of the company's combat mechas.

"Ms. Heita, please move aside. We will use the mecha to—"

Just when the leading mecha was about to use a molecular saw to cut open the airtight room in front of him, Heita silently picked up the imaginary particle gun in his hand.

Boom boom boom boom——

The high-energy bullet formed by the condensation of imaginary energy slid out of the gun barrel as if it were free, and strands of crimson silk threads slowly flowed down the grip. That was the blood of the Black Tower.

This elegant and talented girl has lost her former elegance. She now has only one thing on her mind - to find Jiang Mo, and then...

Take him home.

Under the continuous bombardment of high-energy bullets, the wall was instantly pierced, and Heita also saw the shocking red on the silver-white floor.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to shout out the name, but... she couldn't say a word, as if something was strangling her throat.

She took a step forward, not caring about the fact that her gorgeous Gothic dress was torn by the broken metal pieces. At this moment, she had only one goal in her mind - to find her lover.

She stumbled into the silver-white hell and ran towards the crimson center. Looking at her lover lying in a pool of blood with a face as pale as gold paper, the mist in her crimson eyes suddenly burst out and fell to the ground like pearls with broken strings.

"The Black Tower...?"

Smelling the scent of violet mixed with the smell of blood, Jiang Mo opened his eyes with some difficulty and saw the crimson figure in the haze.

"I'm here! I'm here..."

Heita's voice was hoarse. She picked up her bruised lover with trembling hands and then ran out of the room quickly.

"I don't want it anymore... I don't want the lab anymore, I just want you to be by my side, please! Don't leave me!"

Hearing this, Jiang Mo subconsciously wanted to comfort Heita, but... he found that he was powerless. The excessive blood loss had left him without the strength to even lift his arms.

"It'll be alright... Black Tower, I won't break my promise..."

Listening to Jiang Mo's comforting words, Heita's tears became more and more full.

"Don't talk! You'll be fine, Zhenzhu called the company's medical department! You'll be fine!"

"...Um"

At this moment, Jiang Mo's perception of the outside world gradually became blurred, but the only thing he could still feel was the violet fragrance that had been lingering at the tip of his nose.

Of course, there was also the girl's body temperature, which was rarely slightly higher than his own.

......

After the accompanying medical staff treated Jiang Mo's wounds and performed a quick examination, and concluded that his life was not in danger, Heita finally let go of his worries.

She lowered her head slightly, her crimson eyes staring at her lover sleeping in her arms, an unprecedented tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"Ms. Heita, your skirt...is it okay?"

The accompanying medical staff asked this.

"It's okay, it's just a skirt."

It seemed that because he had just cried, Heita's voice was a little hoarse, which made the medical staff feel frightened, but at the same time... a little emotional.

In today's age where interests are the first principle...the relationship between Heita and Jiang Mo is rare among rare things, and it can even be said that it is impossible to appear at all.

But now, she was fortunate enough to witness this scene, and strictly speaking...it was enough.

"Manager Jiang..."

"He's not Director Jiang, he's Jiang Mo."

Before the medical staff could finish her words, Heita interrupted her. His hand, stained with a little scarlet blood, gently brushed the extremely pale face of the lover in his arms.

"He is my Jiang Mo, my lover. I want to... take him home. I will never let him leave me again."

"Absolutely not."

A unique tenderness flashed in Heita's eyes, but no one could see the emotion underneath this tenderness.

It was sorrow, it was regret, and... the most extreme possession.

In order to prevent him from getting hurt again, he must never be out of his sight for more than thirty seconds.

'I'd rather you... be safe.'

Heita thought so in his heart, then he leaned down slightly, and gently kissed Jiang Mo's lips, which were pale due to excessive blood loss, and then whispered to himself:

"Don't worry...it will be fine soon. I will never let you get hurt again."