03:00 P

For the mole, despite the intense morning mission, the rest of the time went surprisingly smoothly.

[Your shift time today is over –]

[Adam] The real-time voice freed the mole on duty from work, and then a familiar and unusual crisp sound rang out from the side.

The sound was full of vitality, like the spring breeze, with a cheerful rhythm.

"Senior, it's a shift!!!"

The owner of the voice was a small girl who was only 1.4 meters tall. She was waving her little hands, running towards the mole with a full face of enthusiasm and vitality.

The girl's dress is mainly white, supplemented by orange and blue stripes. Her clothes look both modern and tactical. She is neat and has both functional and fashionable. Her long hair is soft and slightly curly, and is light brown. Two long rabbit ears stand upright on the top of her head, and a white hairband decorates her forehead, adding a bit of lively atmosphere.

A small tool bag hanging around her waist seemed to contain some essential items. She was holding a high-tech equipment that looked like a high-end tool that combines mechanical and electronic elements.

"It's a shift, senior!" The girl ran to the mole in an interest and waved to him.

The mole's eyes looked at the other person's wrist calmly. Some subtle light flashed on her wrist, with a unique crystallization of luster - it was a unique sign of ore disease.

"Yeah." He nodded as usual, and then he subconsciously looked at the other party's combat uniform.

"Adam's personalized design?" Mole asked casually.

"Yes." Mina, who is also a grassroots operator, nodded happily at the mole. "Yes, Adam is a very amazing and humane think tank!"

[Adam]'s greatness is not because of his clothing design and loose management...

The Mole said something in his heart.

The Administration does not have strict requirements on standardized uniforms, and the Administration's think tank [Adam] also provides personalized clothing designs.

Some people say that this is because the Fourth Sword Holder of Heaven took an exceptional art design class when he was studying in the Deer Academy, so when he wrote the basic personality module of [Adam], he gave it more design power.

The Mole doesn't know if this rumor is true, but there is no doubt that [Adam]'s performance is the embodiment of the adult's will, and its underlying behavior module was written by the adult himself.

"I'll ask you here. I'll go ahead and call me through the console if you have something to do." Mole said to Mina.

"Leave it to me." The 1.4-meter-high girl raised the staff in her hand and promised.

Then she turned her eyes to the mole and said with anticipation:

"By the way, senior, do you want to have a party in the evening? I'll treat you to super gasoline No. 150.

"..." The mole looked at the little rabbit in front of him speechlessly.

He didn't know how he should explain to him the difference between [Maxwell] and [Gear Orthodox Church]. They rarely use internal combustion engines and steam devices, and their dependence on gasoline is not as serious as that of the Gear Orthodox Church.

Most of the mechanical transformations of the [Gear Orthodox Church] depend on steam devices, so they have high requirements for gasoline.

The main difference between No. 95 and No. 98 gasoline on the market is their octane number, which is an indicator to measure the anti-detonation ability of gasoline.

The higher the octane number, the better the gasoline's explosion resistance, which means that the gasoline can withstand higher pressure in the cylinder without spontaneous ignition (detonation occurs).

Octane number is a standard for measuring the anti-detonation performance of gasoline. Commercially available gasoline octane number will generally not exceed 100, because this can meet the needs of most engines and provide sufficient anti-detonation.

Special-purpose fuels, such as racing fuels, may have an octane number higher than 100; these fuels are designed for engines operating at high pressures and temperatures, which are usually used in racing cars or high performance vehicles.

The No. 150 gasoline mentioned by Mina is an ultra-high performance fuel. Its existence is a joint effort of science and thriller science. This thing is also an important strategic material for the countries of Terra.

"No."

The mole rejected the rabbit's kindness and reminded with kindness, "Although the salary of the Administration is high, the price of No. 150 gasoline is now ridiculously high. The raw materials of No. 150 gasoline have always been the main products of the Oreting Empire and the Diva Empire. Now the Edish Federal is playing financial sanctions with them, so the current oil price is not something you can ask for if you say you want it."

Upon hearing this, Mina subconsciously searched the current No. 150 gasoline through [Adam].

"Hiss--" The terrifying oil price made Mina gasp.

"So, the current era is a new era where electricity is lower than oil." Mole said in a disdainful tone, "The old supporters of the Gear Orthodox Church who completely believe in internal combustion engines can no longer keep up with the pace of the times. These old guys can't even accept the new prosthetic bodies mixed with oil and electricity, and are destined to enter the garbage dump of history."

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The handover was completed and it was noon.

The Mole decided to slow down temporarily and carry out some necessary personal maintenance work.

He went to a store specializing in selling high-end maintenance supplies, spent a considerable amount of basic fund points from the Administration and purchased some [CCC-lubricating oil].

Because its unique chemical composition may be misused for illegal transformation and weapon production, the federal government has strictly regulated the production, sales and use of [CCC-lubricating oil].

Only specific institutions and certified individuals can purchase and use it, and only cost price is required if the agency operator purchases it.

The Maxwellian dogma interprets the Broken God as a scattered God, which exists as different data and appears in the connection technology and cultural trends of the digital age.

Believers approach God by accepting each other's unique qualities and sharing their knowledge and power for the good of the collective church.

By connecting thoughts with computer networks, they believe that their gods can be "recompiled" into the collective will of mankind.

[Personality is the file system in which my master is compiled.] - It is a doctrine.

From the genealogical think tank leader Yu Terra, Maxwellism holds high the banner of reform and tries to launch bottom-up reforms to the Orthodox Church.

They demanded improvements to the think tank [McCann] and asked the Orthodox Bank to "open the source of technology."

However, Orthodox Church regards Maxwellism as a way of irreversalism and Maxwell believers as arrogant and disobedient people.

Since the Orthodox Church surrendered to the Hanged King, Diva could only have a voice; since the [City of Never Sleeping] rose to the ground, Atlas would not open source any form of parasites.

[Maxwell] is a mechanical believer and heresy who is destined to be persecuted.

The mole is one of the persecuted ones.

sir-

In the afternoon sun, the mole is immersed in his own world, and the [CCC-lubricant] in his hand slowly drips on his [Magic Art - Mechanized Module].

His movements were meticulous and focused, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, leaving only him and his machinery.

But in this quiet scene, his heart was making a huge secret attempt - a challenge that even his closest companion had never known.

This secret is the forbidden fruit of his lonely exploration.

He will never let anyone know this secret, absolutely not...

"You are trying to decipher Adam, you are really brave."

Just as he was fully focused on this forbidden technical challenge, a gentle voice blew across his ears like a spring breeze, but for the mole in secret operation, it was as sharp as a blade in the cold wind.

This sudden sound was like a bolt from the blue, piercing through all the mole's defenses.

His heart tightened suddenly, and the hairs on his body instantly stood up, and a fear that he had never experienced before rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread throughout his body.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

The sun shone through the gaps of the clouds, and the golden light fell on the young man standing on the top of the steps, making his blonde hair shine in the light.

The golden eyes looked particularly deep under the sunlight. The young man was wearing a top hat and the black fabric shone with a soft luster in the sunlight. The end of the silver cane he held tightly in his hand was slightly shining.

boom--

In this moment, an unprecedented impulse surged in the mole's heart.

His intuition, the instinct that is deeply embedded in his bone marrow, is faster than any rational thinking.

This is not his daily calmness or calculation, but a primitive survival instinct - when feeling a potential threat, that instinct tells him to take the initiative.

His body reacted surprisingly quickly, and almost as consciousness formed commands, his [mechanized module] was activated with a low hum.

In this action, he almost turned into a lightning bolt, a shock wave composed of machinery and will, rushing straight towards the blonde young man.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The metal prosthesis in the mole's left hand, the weapon melted from the most advanced technology and magic, released all its destructive power at this moment, and bombarded the youth with a force field like a storm.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

The mole's attack drew a trajectory in the air that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. The force field tore a visible crack in the air and spread ruthlessly in the direction of the youth.

Everything around seemed to have paused breathing, waiting for the upcoming collision.

『Buzz——』

A roar seemed to come from the depths of the clock, mixed with the power of lightning breaking through the sky, deafening.

The "buzz" sound echoed in the mole's ears, just as time itself roared in his ears.

He felt an irresistible force pulling him, invisibly controlling everything around him.

His heartbeat seemed to pause at that moment.

When he woke up again, he found himself incredibly back to the starting point, standing on the familiar steps, as if all the offensive had never happened.

But the energy fluctuations on the robotic arm and the buzzing sound that was still echoing in his ears all told him that everything just now had actually happened.

"I want to repeat it again, you are very brave."

Xia Xiu looked at himself with a playful look, and he watched the second contingent commander, admiring the fear brought by the other party's gradual return of reason.

A trace of panic flashed in the Mole's eyes, and this experience beyond common sense made him feel an indescribable fear.

He tried to take another step and take several steps upwards.

『Buzz——』

When he looked below him again, his heart beat faster. He could feel his heart almost jumping out of his chest, his palms were wet, and all the hairs on his body stood up, and an unprecedented sense of panic spread throughout his body.
To be continued...