I’m Still Too Weak For the Starter SSS Talent

The towering spire pierced straight into the gray sky.

Outside the slender tower, there are neon signs of various colors flashing. Some manufacturers pay more money, so the signs are particularly conspicuous.

On the topmost floor, the neon lights were even diffused through the curved prism, turning into a series of data in mid-air, slowly scrolling and playing along the spire like a ring of Saturn.

"Power-type soda! Replenish your physical strength instantly! Please look for Dongkou Dongle Company!"

"The new 8.0 Tianzhuo system machine companion can meet all your needs! Only 99999 world coins!"

"Excellent value!! Miniature unmanned surveillance drone, it can penetrate through the smallest diameter anti-theft window, your most intimate private detective!"

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This is the landmark building of Wild Wolf Harbor, and it is also the only high-end technological civilization that can be obtained in this area.

In stark contrast to the gorgeous colorful neon signs, at the bottom of the tower, hundreds of humans in rough costumes are busy unloading goods from the giant ship that is docked aside.

This is the port of Wolf Bay.

It used to be the colony of [Lone Sail and Firefly] in the third district, but now it has become a completely independent territory, not affiliated to any district.

With the outbreak of the First World War caused by the shortage of resources three years ago, this colony was led by a certain player to revolt and stole some of the most advanced nuclear technology in the first district during the war. , no one dares to provoke her again.

Everyone knows the power of things like nuclear weapons.

Even in the original world, it is enough to deter a country.

What's more, with the addition of attribute power, nuclear deterrence has doubled.

It's the only weapon that's made for deterrence, not delivery.

"A total of 208 world coins, settled in person, and refused to accept credit." A muscular man with wheat skin unloaded the last batch of goods from the ship, and grabbed the man in luxurious clothes. Overseer.

The overseer's facial features looked as if they had grown together, and as he pressed the bump on his wrist with a serious expression, a series of data seemed to be floating in the air.

Soon, it burrowed into the wrist of the man with wheat-colored skin.

"Happy cooperation." The supervisor twitched his lips with a half-smile.

"Tin Pizi, I hope you will be scrapped tomorrow." After Mike walked away, he turned his head and looked back in disgust, and cursed by the way.

In fact, with the popularization of intelligent machines, more and more human living spaces are being squeezed.

In the past, many jobs that could be done manually are now replaced by intelligent robots. They often do better than humans, with more refined data and almost zero error rate.

Human class is therefore extremely unbalanced.

People in the original world are still divided into three or six or nine classes.

And in the ball of alien world.

There are only two classes of human beings.

High class people, low class people.

Human beings who are good at using their brains and thinking usually invest in the research and development, maintenance, and design of various new types of machinery. In short, they are all related to the research and development and manufacturing of machinery.

They became superior.

The remaining people can only sell their own strength to make a living, and these people are collectively referred to as the inferior people.

Compared with the crushing of high-end mechanical parts, the upper-class people are more willing to see that it is the spine of the lower-level people that is crushed, rather than the machinery they bought at a high price.

Even tasks such as supervisors are now fully managed by intelligent robots.

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Mike put his hands in his pockets, lowered the brim of his old hat, and walked hunched over in the crowded slums.

While walking, he stretched out his hands from time to time and slowly rubbed his back and spine.

The long-term handling of heavy objects has caused some problems with his original spine. If he does not hurry up and treat it, his entire spine will be broken sooner or later when he is carrying goods.

At that time, all the normal organs in his body may be frantically looted by his colleagues, just like wild dogs preying on them.

Of course, Mike is not old, and his spine is not the result of aging bodily functions.

On the contrary, he is still very young.

In his early thirties, he has a strong and powerful body.

Wild Wolf Harbor brings together all civilian humans in the world, more than one billion people.

In this place, which is only more than 3,000 square kilometers, not even the size of a hub city of civilization, each building has to be at least a hundred stories high.

This is only the height, and each building has to be dug a hundred floors deep.

And the gap between buildings does not even exceed 5 cm. You can even open the windows in Building 102 and borrow daily necessities from the neighbors in Building 103.

Likewise, he only needs to stretch his legs a little to crawl into your house.

The small and complicated shops on the street sell all kinds of food, but Mike ignores them one by one.

In addition, there are all kinds of girl halls.

Of course, on the transparent glass pavilion at the entrance of the store, as long as there are slightly better-looking women standing there, they will make a pose for you.

Don't think too much, it must be a smart machine cover.

The rest are inferior women with the same ordinary status.

Those who look a little better will be bought by high-class people as servants, playthings, etc.

Other than that, it's all categories that can only make do with the lights off.

But the advantage is that the price is cheap, and only 20 world coins are needed to let you wantonly vent the anguish and desire hidden in your body.

Oh, by the way, those exquisite and gorgeous leather-covered sex robots charge as much as 200 world coins at a time.

It is almost all the remuneration for Mike to carry the goods back and forth.

The noble and superior people have washed away their brilliance in the past ten years, using the most advanced technology to maintain their appearance forever in their twenties, the age when they look and have the most physical strength.

Almost all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, except for a very few people who ask to keep their appearance, otherwise the human beings you see in any high-civilized area, even a random pair of young men and women hugging and kissing on the street, their real age difference can even exceed forty years .

Mike resisted the temptation, even though he hadn't touched a woman in months.

At this time, even if he was given a sow, he felt that he could handle it.

Unfortunately, there are no live pigs in Wild Wolf Port.

Except for the five poisons such as rats and cockroaches, there are no live poultry in Wild Wolf Harbor.

But for that thing, he felt that he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

After bypassing the criss-crossed narrow alleys, and standing behind a gray old tall building, he compared the address provided by the light curtain.

"Siyuan Street, Building 98421, Floor -78."

Without hesitation, he raised his leg and stepped into the elevator on the floor.

The old-fashioned elevator seems to have insufficient functions, but it is still wobbly all the way down, making Mike worry whether it will stop at any time.

It is a good thing to shut down the elevator, even if the elevator cable that has been in disrepair for a long time suddenly breaks.

Well, Mike will go straight from the ground, into hell.

Finally, he drew a rhombus pattern on his chest all the way, and silently recited the blessing of the Holy Lord in his mouth.

The elevator reached the seventy-eighth floor without incident.

The elevator door opened, surrounded by a strong smell of earth and rocks.

Under the dim light of the corridor, Mike could clearly see the earthy yellow walls around him.

Even the concrete around the feet is simply mixed with water, and footprints can be stepped on with a hard foot. It is true that no steel has been added to it.

"These builders are fucking cutting corners again," he spat and swore.

It is really taking the lives of ordinary people like myself to make money.

It is common sense that the floors on the ground must have walls, otherwise you will not be able to build higher floors.

But underground is not necessarily necessary.

According to the regulations of the World Security Law, with the current technology, any high-rise building can only be built with a maximum depth of minus 50 floors.

Further down, the ground is completely impermeable to sunlight for a long time, the soil is damp, and all kinds of rare germs will emerge in endlessly.

Moreover, due to the atmospheric pressure of the mantle, it would be very unsuitable for human habitation.

As long as they live for another three to five years, the humans living in this environment will look like mutants who have been 'taken care of' by nuclear radiation.

And those greedy real estate developers in Wild Wolf Harbor want to maximize their profits.

A building, on the surface they only built minus 30 floors.

But they will take the elevator down the path and dig deeper.

The construction team can take the elevator to get to the 31st, 32nd, and so on.

Dig a little bit of these opened compartments to make it look like a room, and they can clap their hands and leave it alone.

It doesn't matter whether these mud rooms will cause landslides.

However, there are more humans who live in Wolf Harbor without a fixed place, and they will scramble for such a cheap place.

Sleeping on the road is a very dangerous thing, and no one can guarantee whether your body organs will still exist when you wake up the next day.

Soon, Mike found the store he wanted.

On the 78th floor of the basement, room -7801, there is a small plaque hanging on the door.

Looking up, the neon sign has four big characters 'Mechanical Transplant' written on it.

Among them, the three characters of "mechanical shift" are not lit up, only the diode behind "Zhi" is still working hard, so the word "Zhi" becomes flickering.

Mike didn't bother to think about whether it was due to insufficient power supply or aging wiring.

He knocked symbolically on the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

The house was filled with all kinds of rotten smells, and wherever Mike looked, there were discarded human organs and rusty iron mechanical parts everywhere.

It's like a dump here.

At a table in the middle of the dump, he saw a bony old man in a white coat.

The old man was concentrating on writing and drawing with his head down. In the sketches on the table, Mike saw countless design concept sketches about human anatomy.

Mike didn't dare to bother him too much, so he could only stand quietly and wait for him to finish his work.

During this period, Mike caught a glimpse of the water glass that the old man put aside, and instinctively licked his lips.

He rushed all the way here, and his mouth was dry.

It's just that after he glanced into the water glass, he suddenly felt nauseous.

The corpses of various flies, mosquitoes and insects floated in the water cup.

And the next moment, the old man's movements made his scalp tingle even more.

I saw him gently pick up the water glass, without even looking at it, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Together with the corpses of those flies.

"Ouch..." Although it's impolite to vomit in front of others, Mike almost couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, I tried my best to cover my mouth with my hands, and suppressed the idea of ​​vomiting.

"Don't be disgusted. This glass of water is very fresh. I filled it up three days ago. It's full of protein." Nick smiled with his head up. Stand out, like a zombie in a horror movie.

Mike smiled dryly, and said respectfully: "Dear Mr. Nick, I would like to ask you to replace my prosthetic limb. Here are 3,000 yuan in world currency. I will transfer it to you now."

He pressed the bump on his wrist, and a series of data entered Nick's wrist.

Although the environment of this mechanical transplant shop looks very bad, its price is cheap.

In the market, regular mechanical transplant shops, even the simplest finger prosthetics, require at least five digits of world currency.

Even in an illegal transplant shop, for a condition like his, it would cost at least 8,000 to replace a whole mechanical spine.

And here, in old Nick's private practice.

Only three thousand is needed.

Excluding the most basic food and housing expenses, he only needs to save for half a year.

Mike didn't know how much longer his spine could take, but that was all he could do now, and his spine would wear and tear.

But Mike knew that he must not save enough money to go to a regular transplant shop to replace a mechanical spine.

He will not live to that day.

"Old Nick has always been paid to do things. Old Nick is the most honest. You can leave it to Old Nick." Nick slowly stood up on the table, with a thin body like a bamboo pole, always looking like he would fall down at any time .

If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't want to step into the pile of rotting human organs, Mike would really like to go up and help him.

"Come on, lie down on this chair... Don't worry, this chair is the cleanest equipment in the store. Old Nick will consider the situation of bacterial infection, so when performing prosthetic surgery on patients, Old Nick will clean it up. .”

Mike followed Nick's finger to look at a deck chair.

Indeed, although it is old, it looks clean.

Mike lay down on his back.

"Lie straighter," Nick said.

Mike endured the piercing pain caused by the tightness of his spine, gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

Nick pressed the button for the recliner.

Several robotic arms were lowered, holding Mike's limbs tightly.

Now Mike is a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The eyes couldn't see what was going on behind him, but beside his ears, he could hear the sound of metal clashing as Nick rummaged through the surgical instruments.

Just listening to this voice is really frightening.

Here, just the two of them.

If old Nick moved his mind a little bit, Mike would hardly have the ability to resist in the current posture fixed by the mechanical arm.

However, death anyway, just a matter of time.

If the spine cannot be replaced today, sooner or later he will die violently on the pier of the port.

Mike chose to take a gamble.

"You know, young man, I was doing this ten years ago. It was still in the age of steam, and I was loyal to the former Saint Margaret Kingdom, Lord Victor." Old Nick put it on cleanly. He flicked the needle barrel with his fingers.

It seems that no one has spoken to him for a long time, and old Nick seems to be chattering.

"I bet you that I was definitely the first person in the world to develop a combination of human biology and machinery at that time."

"Even your so-called Holy Master lags behind me in terms of biological modification technology in that era."

"It's just that something happened later..." Old Nick gently pushed the needle, squeezed out a trace of anesthesia, to ensure that the inside of the needle was in a vacuum state, so that air would not be injected into the veins of the human body.

If air strays into the vein, it will cause an air embolism, block blood circulation, and cause death in a short time.

Old Nick was still talking, but Mike chose to ignore his thoughts and simply closed his eyes.

Now everyone wants to have some relationship with the Holy Master, as if in that era, as long as one had a relationship with the Holy Master, it was the supreme honor.

But the Holy Lord has been dead for ten years.

"Do you know, at that time I..." Old Nick was about to inject Mike with anesthesia, but his voice was still there.

At this time, a black-painted muzzle sticks out along the door opening.

"boom!!!"

The deafening sound of old-fashioned shotguns rang out.

Old Nick's head instantly shattered into a rotten watermelon.

His arm was still in the position of preparing to inject anesthesia, and he fell down slowly.

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I skipped the electrical age and the information age. Although these two ages are the ages that have the greatest impact on us humans, they are also the ages that our generation is most familiar with.

Because everyone has seen a lot, there is actually nothing too brilliant in writing, such as cars, planes, ships, and computers. High-rise buildings, these things are nothing new, and I have no interest in writing them, so I simply skip them.