On a certain edge of this prosperous capital, a long row of simple cement bungalows has been built using superb Originium skills a few days ago.
There are few facilities in the bungalow, only a portable bed, a table and chairs, a portable simple compressed toilet, and sometimes a few buckets or lunch boxes.
The wooden table and chairs are placed in front of the open space at the door of the bungalow. There are people sitting on the chairs. There is a tablet recorder on the table. On the other side is a portable camera for taking pictures. Next to the recorder are fingerprints and iris recorders.
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A series of identity verification equipment is quite complete.
In such an environment, the queue in front of these simple tables and chairs stretched like a long queue for several days.
If you observe carefully, you can find that these people queuing up have something in common - they are all infected.
Each of them has different infection phenomena according to the severity of oriosis.
Some people have large pieces of Originium fragments on their bodies, some look just like ordinary people, but there are also tiny Originium fragments attached to them in a corner under their clothes, and some people can't see the surface at all.
The only sign is coughing hard from time to time.
This is also the reason why this identity registration corner is set up at the edge of the city.
Moreover, since it is registration work, it is naturally boring and repetitive, and I basically only speak a few words every day.
"Name?"
"Melanza."
"age?"
"Fifteen years old...almost sixteen."
The Mirage registration clerk sitting at the front desk raised his head.
Standing in front of her was a Felin (cat) girl with a cold appearance and long, gorgeous lavender hair.
In his hand was a black katana without a sword.
He seems to be a little arrogant, but his image is capable and tidy, he is a bit young, and there are no traces of infection at first glance.
"Somatic cell fusion rate?"
"..."
"No infection."
The registrar raised his eyebrows. Normal people would not go near such a place where infected people gather.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Melanza was also startled, hesitated for a while, and asked slightly confused: "I...I see the sign here says Illusion Organization."
"If you want to apply, please submit formal personal application materials and documents to our company."
"This is the place where 'conversion records' are conducted for infected people. If you are not infected, please give way."
Melanza was stunned for a moment. She only saw the sign of Fantasy here a few days ago, and she secretly ran out of home with her luggage and wallet today.
When I heard the staff say this, I felt a little overwhelmed.
"That...that, please tell me, where should I go to submit..."
"The central area, the branch point of Illusion in Londinium."
Probably because of the heavy workload, the staff in front of them didn't have much patience. After driving Melantha away with a few words, they continued to examine the next infected person.
During the whole process, no one dared to urge the staff in front or Melanza, and the entire long queue was as quiet as a pin drop.
The cat ears on Melanza's head drooped slightly aggrievedly, her head lowered, and she turned around and walked back along the line.
The infected people in the team behind looked at him with either sympathy or luck.
Although the fantasy world has never limited the number of people who can "transform records", every selection is based on the best of the best, and a group of people with the best physical conditions are selected first for transformation.
From a certain level, everyone queuing up here can be regarded as competitors.
"Weren't you chosen?"
While I was feeling frustrated, a question suddenly came from beside me.
Melanza turned her head, and there was a girl standing at the door of the courtyard at the end of the team. She also had purple hair, but had a pair of devil's horns on her head.
He held a short staff in his hand.
"My name is Yan Rong, and I am a warlock." She asked, blowing bubbles from the bubble gum in her mouth, and spinning the staff back and forth like a pen. "You should be very strong...you
The way she holds the knife and walks is very similar to someone I know, and her knife skills are very good."
Melanza pouted her lips, as if she was a little afraid of strangers, and her voice was low.
"I... I should be okay..." There was no confidence in his voice, "Are you also an operator of the fantasy world?"
"No, I'm from Rhode Island." Yan Rong blew a big bubble, then puffed his mouth, "But that's about it. We have been cooperating in all aspects recently."
"We have now accepted the commission from Mirage to protect Mirage's industry and personnel."
"Inside, what is going on inside?"
"Don't you know about the transformation record?" Yan Rong's eyes widened, he licked his lips and scraped the bubble gum back with his tongue, "It's quite popular recently!"
Melanza shook her head, looking confused.
"That is... first give the infected people a physical examination to test the source stone energy intensity, personal potential level, mental energy intensity, physical fitness and other data, and then select a group of people with the best data for purification of ore disease.
"
"It can purify thousands of people at a time!"
"Of course, before decontamination, you have to sign a contract and cooperate in completing non-lethal human experiments. After completing the experiment, you have to sign an employee agreement and a confidentiality agreement... Anyway, it's just a bunch of requirements."
"But as long as it can cure many, many people."
"puff."
Just as he was talking, the bubbles he blew burst again.
This time the bubbles were so big that they stuck directly on her little nose - it looked like she couldn't continue chewing.
"This, this is it."
Melanza nodded as if she suddenly understood, and the originally drooped cat ears on her head stood up again, but after a while, she thought of something again, and the upturned ears drooped again.
"Can thousands of people be purified at one time..."
"It turns out that I'm not special."
The muttering was almost inaudible and could not be heard clearly by others.
However, although he didn't hear clearly, Yan Rong also noticed some of her emotions, and he didn't know which of his words was wrong.
After thinking for a while, she suddenly said: "Do you want to go to Fantasyland to apply for an action operator position?"
"think!"
Melanza raised her head high.
The ears that had just drooped stood up again.
"Then go here. If you have my recommendation... it probably won't be of much use, so you still have to work hard to meet the strength standards."
As he spoke, Yanrong took out a map of Londinium from his pocket and marked an address on it with a red pen.
"Right here."
Melanza looked at the address on the map, her ears twitching with excitement, but she was dumb and didn't know how to express it, so she finally held it in for a long time before she finally managed to say it.
“Thank you very much!”
Yan Rong now pretended to be indifferent and became arrogant: "I just think you are a little pitiful, and I don't want to help you!"
"Uh-huh!"
Melanza just smiled and nodded.
In the yard behind them, the selection procession of infected persons with converted records was still progressing.
Not just Victoria, Ursus, Colombia, Rembiliton, Vaifan...
As long as there are infected people, they are full of illusion operators.
A large number of infected people were transported to Chernobog.
At the same time, a large number of Origin Stones disappeared from this world out of thin air.