Aion continent, southern city-state united, industrial mobile city Avende.

Late at night, the holy sun had set, and the red light of the demon moon passed through the layers of dark clouds and shone on the earth, like the eyes of a bloodthirsty giant in the darkness.

Unlike the quiet residential areas around the core city, the industrial areas in the lower city are still noisy today. Two shifts of workers fill themselves like fuel, filling themselves into the belly of those giant beasts, allowing them to roar and spew out black smoke that covers the entire mobile city.

Any city has an industrial zone. After all, any mobile city must have the minimum and self-maintaining industrial level.

Of course, it is not enough to just maintain yourself. If something happens to the city while driving, then the basic industry cannot carry out comprehensive repairs.

Therefore, any large mobile city has a complete set of industrial systems. Only small mobile city-states need to go to large cities every few years for maintenance inspection, repair and damage, and conduct large-scale exchanges and trades.

There are even some mobile cities that make a living by performing maintenance and testing for other cities.

The industrial city of Ewende is such a mobile city. It travels south of the Asmodai Empire, traveling back and forth between the Nanling mining area and the southern coast in order to obtain enough industrial raw materials.

And in this process, a large number of small mobile city-states will move closer to it, like iron sand attracted by magnets.

Boom, Boom. In the factory, violent source energy fluctuations came, and its power exceeded the full-strength attack of the extraordinary person in the Heart Light Realm.

This is not surprising. As the basis of the source energy industry, the energy level of the large source energy furnace center is far beyond the ordinary core light level. The source energy fluctuations emitted can even change the astronomical phenomena in a small range. If reasonable protection is not taken, the source energy radiation of this level is enough to cause all people working in it to suffer from demonization.

The core of a large mobile city is a super-giant source energy furnace that can drive a mountain, and is even more purported to cause artificial natural disasters. The shield maintained can withstand natural disasters for a period of time.

Therefore, in the Aion world, workers are a high-end profession that is highly respected by people: their daily work is to protect the arteries of urban life, so they must master certain source and energy skills, and can also protect themselves under source and energy radiation, and their salary is not low.

A skilled senior worker or engineer, even if he is not a professional, his status can be compared with that of a Knight.

But this is just saying 'formal work'.

There are too many jobs required in industrial cities. It is impossible for everyone to be respected workers and masters of pilots. The city cannot afford such salary, and not all jobs in factories require professional workers to do it.

Therefore, positions such as "temporary worker" came into being.

Temporary workers do not need much technology or even culture. It doesn’t matter if they don’t know a few words. They only need to assemble molds on the assembly line or do some physical work to carry out work. So the slums and farmers from the farm can become temporary workers as soon as possible when needed.

It is precisely because of this that the salary is meager and he is under heavy pressure.

Most of them have to get up to work every day at dawn and can't go back until evening. Although the workers on the evening shift are a little easier, they are even more dangerous: the brilliance of the Moon will intensify the activity of the source energy, making the workers in the factory more susceptible to demonization.

But what does this matter? The average age of workers cannot even exceed forty years old, and they will lose it before the demonization attack worsens.

And whether there is a disease or not, the factory owner will squeeze out their last bit of strength.

"Ahem..."

Under the dim light, a slight cough came, and a simple-dressed boy walked out of the factory side door.

Seneca had short brown hair, and he blinded his left eye. The physical mutation caused by the demonization made half of the boy's face appear to be petrified, but the remaining half of his face can still be called handsome, and even because of the rocky left face, there is a kind of incomplete beauty.

Especially the right eye, it has an ice-green gem color, and it seems that it is illuminated in the depths of the eyes.

Because of the demonization, Seneca's vision was strengthened, allowing him to see the missing parts in the unqualified products at a glance, so he was hired as a quality inspector.

Most demonized people have superpowers that ordinary people do not have. As long as they are not in the late stage of demonization, it is not difficult to find a job in the relevant major. Although they have to endure discrimination and exclusion, it is better than not being able to survive.

The evening shift has ended, and Seneca is now preparing to leave the factory and return to the orphanage to rest.

There are more than 30 orphans of all sizes in Xiguang Orphanage, and several old women were hired to take care of them. Professor Svetree is borne by himself on weekdays. Although it is hard, it is still affordable.

However, in recent times, in order to raise war funds, the empire imposed various heavy taxes on various places, and the orphanages were levied a large amount of taxes. Even Professor Svedre, who had always been calm, had a few hairs white and didn't know what to do.

"Think of a way, there will always be a way."

Faced with the worried inquiries from the children, the old professor always comforted them like this, but older children knew that the tax of 90,000 empire coins was not a problem that could be solved by thinking about a solution.

In fact, this is simply unreasonable. Even a fool knows that an orphanage can't squeeze out so much oil and water, and such high taxes just want to ruin the place.

You should know that if you can earn 10,000 or 20,000 imperial coins a year, it will be considered a high salary in major mobile cities. If you are a farmer in a fixed village, your annual surplus will exceed 500, which will be considered a good year.

Many ordinary people can't make 90,000 in their lifetime.

But the professor still used all his relationships to find a way. He pieced together everything and rushed to complete the commission. He temporarily raised more than 20,000 yuan, but this was still far from enough.

Until he took over the mysterious mission of a wandering knight and received a deposit of 40,000 imperial coins.

With this deposit and the money he had raised before, Professor Svetre temporarily sent the tax officer of the Taxation Department to prove that he really had the ability to deliver, and then took two apprentices to the northwest mountain area.

And it took two months to go there.

Although the professor left a sum of money for the orphanage's daily expenses before leaving, there were always more accidents than expected. As the climate turned colder, several children in the hospital fell ill and needed medicine. The professor obviously did not have enough funds.

So as the older child in the hospital, Seneca took the lead in coming out and went to the factory to work, making money to buy medicine.

"...Oh, my source energy talent is too poor, otherwise I wouldn't have no need for the two children of Xiao Luoya and Gasha to accompany the professor to endure hardships."

The young man with brown hair and green eyes sighed softly, "We have dragged down the professor."

Although Mr. Banner's factory work is hard, his salary is paid on a daily basis and he also provides a free dinner for the evening shift. Although he is very stingy like other factory owners and squeezes out workers' labor, he at least gives the wages he should give so he will not always be in arrears.

This is rare for other factory owners in the whole city who not only squeeze but also arrears of wages. Although it is ridiculous to say the word conscience to the factory owner, at least there is a dark conscience.

It would be better if there were no colleagues of workers with psychological distortion.

Bang.

While walking, a stone flew from not far away, hitting the boy's shoulder, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

This situation caused a rude laughter from behind him, and all kinds of dirty and vulgar insults and sarcasm came towards Seneca.

"You little brat, how dare you say that the work I did was not qualified?"

"Get out of the demonized!"

"What kind of shit quality inspector, help the factory owner squeeze us, go to the cemetery to find your parents early!"

"Ass sells ass, [Aian swears]!"

It was a group of people who were more of street gangsters than workers.

They occasionally come to the factory to work, and after spending a few days of wine, they wander on the streets. After spending all the money, they continue to work. There are a lot of people like this.

Fixed skilled workers are rare because of the special nature of source energy skills, and all factories are rushing to ask for it.

This is how the job of a quality inspector is. These temporary workers who make mistakes are unwilling to admit their mistakes and dare not vent their anger on the factory owners who punish them, so they hate the quality inspectors because it was him who pointed out their mistakes.

The identity of a demonized patient is a catalyst that allows these gangsters to openly bully the other party with a common sense structure.

“…”

After rubbing his shoulders, Seneca did not speak. He just took a deep look at the gangsters and then continued to move forward silently.

"What's the matter? You dare to glare at me? You've found an opportunity to dig your eyes!"

The clamor was so loud, but the hooligans did not dare to move forward.

Demonization disease can be contagious. Although the chance of infection is greatly reduced when it comes to good protection, as long as the demonizer works hard, general protection is meaningless.

It would be fine to bully a marginal person, but he really risked his own devils... Hooligans are not fools, they don't do such meaningless things.

But the demonized...or an orphan without parents or support, who wants to live with dignity in this world, will not only face such soft and powerless malice.

"Little Seneca, do you still want to run away today?"

When the boy got rid of the gangsters and came to the slum alley between the factory and the orphanage, Seneca, who was rushing to the road, suddenly pushed his chest and hit the wall with his back.

"Ahem..."

Immediately, Seneca lowered her head and coughed violently, but before he could finish coughing, a rough hand pressed his shoulder, and pressed his chin with the other hand, forcibly lifted his face.

He was a tall man with obvious demonization and distortion on his left hand and had a thick shell. He was wearing leather armor, with a handmade source energy gun and a short sword at his waist, and a dress of an armed mercenary.

This guy with a bearded face and seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. He looked at Seneca's still handsome face, and made a rude laugh.

"I said, if you want money, I can give it to you, why bother to make hard money in the factory?"

The man's heavy breathing and thick bad breath came, which made Seneca almost vomit. He couldn't help but want to turn his head, but the other party toughly broke his face: "Accompany me a few nights, I will pay all the medicine for your little brothers and sisters."

As a demonized person, he was not afraid of infection at all, but rather said that Seneca was afraid that the other party would resonate with him even more serious symptoms.

"Malas, get away! You don't dare to do this when the professor is here!"

He struggled hard, but he could not escape the other party's hand. Malas is a senior mercenary with Linghui's strength. He once went to the battlefield to wipe out the rebel army in the Moras Plain Farm. He had many lives in his hands, and he could not break free from a 15 or 16-year-old boy.

"Professor Svetre... Humph, if he can come back, of course I don't dare to do anything to provoke a real alchemist professor, and I don't know how he died."

He snorted coldly and easily suppressed Seneca's resistance. Maras's tone was subtle: "As for now... to be honest, I am really helping you. The Xiguang Orphanage is over. You can survive with me. You can continue to stay there just to die."

"Unless you want to be arrested and work in Simov's farm and mining area until you die, someone will still like you at that time, but it may not be as 'reasonable' as me."

"What……"

Seneca is not stupid. He could hear the meaning of this mercenary: Professor Svetre obviously had an accident in the news channel of Maras, otherwise this mercenary who has always been "smart" would never have taken such a rough move.

Seeing the boy's struggle weakened, Malas smiled proudly and glanced at the other person's face greedily: "You must not know that there was a natural disaster in the Northern Ionia Mountains and an earthquake occurred. I checked it and it happened that the wandering knight took your dean to go. Good guy, there were several mountains collapses."

"They are unlucky and will definitely die. Even if they survive by chance, they will not be able to pay taxes before the New Year. Compared to being sent to the farm, you will have a higher chance of survival."

The news did shock the young man and left him motionless.

But just when Maras thought the other party had been hit and decided to give up resistance, Seneca suddenly looked up, and a round of emerald green light burst out from his right eye, which was reflected in the mercenary's eyes.

"you……?!"

Maras was shocked. He originally thought Seneca's demonized ability was simply good eyesight and had no other special abilities.
To be continued...