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Chapter 327 Broker (2)

The technician left quickly, with a sloppy attitude and apathetic indifference like a robot.

And Turing's agent seems a little dissatisfied:

"Damn... you are the newcomer king, how could they treat them so casually?"

As he said that, he rubbed his hair hard, and the hairspray on it was pulled open by him.

"You haven't answered my previous question yet."

No one likes to be locked in a cage and connected to an instrument to check the body. The sloppy technicians make Turing more comfortable.

"No, they are despising you! This shows to a certain extent that some people don't take you seriously!" The economic man waved his hand suddenly. The little episode made his attitude a little anxious. He walked to the side and muttered and didn't know what he said. He walked back a few minutes later:

"Okay...Mr. Blaze, this may be a bad sign. Anyway...I'll answer your question first."

The intubation connected to the body made Turing's fatigue fade a lot. He shook the ears of the plane and leaned down slightly.

"The Great Holy Grail...that is the center of the city and the consciousness transmission service center. It serves the Tumi Chamber of Commerce and controls the operation of some cities, but it mainly deals with various consciousness transmission services and the Colosseum. This is common sense, Mr. Blaze. When the points you have won as the newcomer king are issued, we may need to do a stack connection check on you, and you seem to have a memory loss problem..."

The name of an artificial intelligence full of superstition...is the "final ruling" for criminals actually determined by artificial intelligence?

Turing's eyes flashed:

“There is a temple here?”

Whether it is the first battle after entering this world or the manual just now, it is full of superstition.

The agent looked helpless, as speechless as when asked "Do you walk while standing?" and nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Blaze, there is a temple here. The faith promoted by the Tumi Chamber of Commerce has many believers. The Great Grail is still the treasure of the temple... I think, for these common sense issues, let's talk about it at home, and it will soon land. I will order you a Puniska entertainment guide book... and a children's textbook series promoted by the Tumi Chamber of Commerce..."

Looking at the broker holding some projection phone, who seemed to start ordering online, Turing lowered his head.

"very good."

very good……

The agent pulled the corner of his mouth.

"By the way...I forgot to say my name."

"My name is Iliad Fenitz."

Looking at the inexplicable look of expectation on the agent's face, Turing said lightly "Oh".

The former was instantly filled with disappointment.

Seeing the other person's expression in his eyes, Turing's beast eyes narrowed.

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"This is your new home, Mr. Blaze... To be honest, I didn't expect that under the name of "King of Arena" to get such a large living space in the "survival level"..."

The robots carried various facilities, and Turing's spider cage was strolling in a huge modern address, and the sound of Iliad's surprise came from beside it.

"Just leave the things to these robots... Let's go and see your 'nest' now."

The spider cage takes Turing deep into the room.

This house, which was assigned to the new king by the Tumi Chamber of Commerce, was integrated in the center of a Tongtian Building, and traffic was reached through the air booth, and then passed through the large supply corridor inside the building. It was a thick iron door like a modern military base, with a number on it.

This kind of house that is supplied to the beast-fighting house has almost no pedestrians around.

The entire space is a little larger than Turing's house in the real world, but there are only five large rooms of about the same size:

Hall, beast fighting nest, agent bedroom, showroom, and physiological treasury room.

The whole is made of cold metal cutting, and there is almost no artistic decoration.

Or, can these cold hard surfaces become an artistic style in themselves?

"I have a question."

"You have always had quite a few questions..." Iliad was ashamed on his way through the hall and heading to the room.

"Why am I the 'newcomer king'."

In the arena, Turing actually died at Turing's hands, and in the first battle, there were only three opponents.

Moreover, in the emergency situation at that time, the holographic exoskeleton and modified drone that had to be used many times were not investigated by the Tumi Chamber of Commerce after it came out.

This is what Turing is puzzled.

"The ratings, some audience votes, and the ratings of the referees... I honestly think you're very suitable for multiplayer competitions, after all, you're not quite the same as other monsters."

Iliad answered Turing's doubts: from the objective perspective of the game judgment, people outside the field and the controllers believed that the behavior of "killing with a knife" was not only novel, but also brought higher audience ratings.

So the three monsters that died in the hands of Stan's heavy armored beast were all considered Turing's heads.

"As for your invisible means... isn't this a combination phenomenon caused by physiological mechanisms?" Iliad expressed doubts about this.

This reaction represents that people outside the field believe that Turing's holographic exoskeleton comes from the compression mutation of synthetic beasts and is combined with the machinery... This situation is not an isolated case.

This has further aggravated Turing's curiosity about technology in this world.

Conscious transmission and storage technology, synthetic animal biotechnology, unknown principles of oppression mutations, and the slightly weird social structure at present.

Compared to the beginning, the current situation is much better.

The train world this time is very different from the previous two times.

Take your time.

Turing squinted his eyes and looked at his "nest".

A synthetic rainforest area with a large amount of vegetation growing. At this moment, the cemetery is spraying and watering with clean water. At the end is a mound with caves inside.

"Is this my room?"

"This is the most suitable environment for you after calculation based on AI." Iliad heard that the tone of the monster around him was not right and scratched his cheeks. "Actually... it should be much more comfortable than it looks..."

"Then you live."

At this moment, the spider cage had been opened, and Turing stood up with a body that had suddenly changed to three meters long, barely repaired, and walked towards the agent's room.

“Hey, wait—”

As soon as he finished speaking, Turing felt a strong electric current flowing out from the back of his head and spreading to his whole body, and his whole body suddenly fell to the ground-

"Mr. Blaze, your movement restrictions have not been lifted yet... You cannot go around for the time being."

Iliad walked cautiously to Turing and met the suddenly opened gray beast eyes.

“Movement restrictions?”

"To ensure the safety of the Extra Limit Beast Fighting... you know. It will be released in a few minutes now, and then you can walk around the room at will." Iliad smiled embarrassedly.

Turing's heart suddenly sank again.

After the initial survival stress was relieved, other malicious intentions from this new world have gradually surfaced.

The first thing to be affected is the stack of consciousness placed on the back of one's own head. This thing is both a locator, and can control one's own life and death, and now it can control one's own behavior...

Phantom limbs have child parasitism, and Turing knows the horror of this control behavior.

I have to find a way to get rid of the things on the back of my head... There is still too little information now, so I can't be in a hurry.

A few minutes later, Turing, whose restrictions were lifted, climbed up from the ground and looked at the Iliad.

Regarding Turing's body at this moment, Iliad did not show any negative emotions of fear, but looked at him with an excited look.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tear you apart?" Turing grinned and cold.

"Haha, how is that possible?" Iliad raised his hand and smiled, "I am your agent, Mr. Blaze. And the Super Fighters are stars outside, and everyone likes you."

A criminal who is loved?

Because of the reason why it is a "competitive" star halo?

Turing narrowed his eyes and gained more understanding of the "common sense" of this world.

“And, there are many peripheral products, such as this one.”

Iliad said, pulling out a small pendant from his pocket.

The moment he saw that thing clearly, Turing's beast's eyes shrank slightly.

It was a monster head made of plastic, about the size of a finger.
Chapter completed!
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