At the critical moment, Chloe rushed forward and grabbed Black Mansha's thick-barreled firearm, finally saving her from being beaten to death by Aaron.
After some fuss, Black Mansha straightened her clothes, came to Aaron, bent down and saluted: "Mr. Aaron, thank you for saving me."
"Well, I'm just doing it conveniently...and I only saved you this time. You will still get sick next time." Aaron sighed and started to pack other ritual materials.
"Schizophrenia..."
Black Mansha's eyes slightly lost focus, as if she was about to wander again at any moment, but Chloe pushed her again and broke out of her trance: "In any case, Mr. Aaron is my savior... about renting a house.
Everything is easy to say, I have a front-end house, which is very suitable for Mr. Aaron’s needs, and I paid for it in one month... 30 days’ rent is enough!”
"30 days?"
Jason stepped forward with a smile: "Black Mansha, if you have any extra, give me another set. I can make money by renting it out!"
"roll!"
Black Mansha laughed and cursed.
It seems that these people should be quite familiar.
Aaron thought about it and felt that the price was okay, so he agreed: "Then... the contract is established! I will transfer the money to you right away."
"Well, Mr. Aaron is so refreshing!"
Black Mansha's eyes lit up slightly after receiving the payment notification: "Don't worry, on Comet Street, who doesn't know that Black Mansha's reputation is first-class... The slums don't recognize contracts like that..."
"Of course I am relieved. Because this has been witnessed by fate!"
Aaron said in a joking tone.
In fact, he doesn't need to use his power now, and his usual verbal contracts will automatically be witnessed by the 'Law of Accident'.
The punishment for violators will be horrific!
In addition to Black Mantha, there is also Chloe's team.
If the old man had collected money and not taken him there, he would have suffered terrible consequences, even death!
Of course, later he just wanted to hire Chloe, but the old man and others took the initiative to agree, which was actually equivalent to actively joining the "Law of Accident".
Aaron looked at the rules and felt that they were not too difficult.
It just requires them to fulfill their obligations as intermediaries and bodyguards in accordance with common industry standards, not to disclose the employer's private information, and to serve the employer wholeheartedly...
"Okay, everything is done, let's go out and have a big meal!"
Chloe suggested.
"Well, I'll treat you to this meal... I don't know what Mr. Aaron wants to eat, and... what kind of business are you going to do when you rent a storefront? It's not easy to do business in this slum..."
Black Mansha looked at Aaron, with unconcealable curiosity in her eyes.
"I know some techniques for treating wounds, and I can also use rituals to soothe the soul... If I open a clinic, I should have some business."
Aaron said what he had thought about.
He wanted to have deeper contact with these aboriginal people and see the world more clearly...not the kind of person who uses reason and divination to overlook everything from a high level.
But before becoming the Creator, walk around and see more from a mortal perspective.
Then decide where you need to take this world after becoming the Creator!
…
At night, the city that never sleeps is filled with the light of all kinds of neon lights, so much so that there is no need for street lights.
"Oooh... jump up!"
The old man was driving a float car and holding a bottle of wine in one hand. Apparently there is no law against drunk driving in the city that never sleeps.
In the slums that look like ruins, young men with explosive heads, riveted leather jackets, and smoky makeup can be seen everywhere, whoring and drinking wildly around the fire.
Or some unexplained, zombie-like guys are completely addicted to the virtual reality of Gaia Netno. At any time, some unlucky guy will have twitching limbs, foaming at the mouth, and suffer from "schizophrenia", and then the next second
The sky becomes a corpse.
The local residents are quite good at recycling waste. These corpses will be collected by specialized "scavengers" to ensure that not a single chip or modified part is spared and is fully and effectively used.
Even carcasses may be turned into minced meat and appear in the feed of some feedlots...
"All cruel pleasures will end in cruelty..."
Aaron murmured.
"Yoyo..."
Black Mansha was holding the wine bottle with both hands at this time and shouted very animatedly: "Doctor, what are you talking about?"
Well, since Aaron announced that he wanted to become a doctor, his codename has been 'Doctor'.
It seems that the residents of the slums are very resistant to their true identities, and many of them are only called by nicknames.
For example, the old man.
Aaron had an intuition that the other party was not simple. How could he live to be more than forty years old in a city that never sleeps when the average person loses his job and dies at the age of thirty-five? How could he be simple?
However, he did not directly use his divination ability to take off the old man's underwear.
Instead, treat it as an interesting little game. He believes that as time goes by, the other party will reveal all the secrets to him!
'This world... I don't know where the commanders' tentacles are...'
'It's better not to use too much force, or not to use too much force.'
Before, Aaron thought that mysticism was no longer mainstream, and only the mysterious sects that were on the street remained.
But later, the discovery of both the Gaia Network and the Life Bank made Aaron change his mind.
Even though mystery has become non-mainstream in this world, it is still deeply hidden and has the power to change the world!
"Those Leviathan companies are not clean at all..."
Aaron watched the old man park his car outside a bar and looked at the name of the bar.
"Hunter Bar?!"
He called out the name of the bar.
"Well, I really like it here, the girls are the prettiest, the wine is the best... the key thing is... it's cheap!"
Wilson gave a thumbs up.
As soon as you walk through the door of the bar, the harsh metal music hits you, almost breaking your heart.
Under colorful flashing lights, hot-bodied girls were pole dancing on several small stages.
One of the tall beauties in black stockings was lying on the ground, showing off her slender... metal legs?
All right……
Aaron didn't know why these residents of the Nightless City loved the metal prosthetic limbs more than the flesh and blood bodies. He couldn't help but be speechless when he saw the gangsters whistling, scattering banknotes, and wanting to pounce on them to lick them.
"Hyena, bring your best wine!"
Black Mansha sat elegantly on the bar and threw out a handful of change.
"This is?"
Aaron picked up a note: "...token?"
"Well... the Life Bank only calculates by the day, so many transactions are inconvenient. Each city has launched its own auxiliary currency... The one in the city that never sleeps is called the 'time currency', which can be traded in an hour or even ten minutes... After collecting it for one day,
You can go to the exchange office to exchange it for the number of days in the Life Bank!”
Chloe explained to Aaron, and also reminded him that he who used to settle the bill directly with the large denomination of "day" is a good guy!
"So that's it!"
Aaron picked up a glass of colorful cocktails and looked at the lavish scenes, his eyes full of peace:
‘The world has become like this. I wonder if my ‘Invisible Hermitage’ still exists?’
'After you go back, you can try...'
Thinking of Liliat, Percy, Yevnay, William, Nicholas and others, Aaron couldn't help but feel slightly sad.
If they had not opened the seventh principle and become ‘immortals’, it would be difficult for them to survive until now...