Master of Kaidan-Chapter 559: We Can’t Let the Big Shots Find Out

"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"

"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"

"F*ck! This has got to be fake, right?"

...

A string of identical comments drowned out all the other normal messages, clearly reflecting the mood of the viewers at that moment.

Alfred’s expression froze for a second before he immediately turned and asked,

"How much does this ’meat’ sell for?"

"200 Ming Coins per gram," the lady pointed to the sign above the transaction window, where the price of ’meat’ was clearly marked, along with the discounts for buying it in bulk quantities—by the half-kilogram, kilogram, and five kilograms.

"How much would it take to regenerate a severed limb?" Alfred pointed at someone who had just grabbed a mechanical arm and was walking away. The lady, upon hearing the question, seemed to pull a chart out of nowhere, and while pointing at the text on it, she said,

"Theoretically, the meat replenishing effect is 1:12, which means one kilogram of ’meat’ can restore 12 kilograms of human flesh. However, different parts like bones, muscles, fats, organs, nerves, etc. require different amounts of energy to regenerate. Plus, if you have any diseases, it’ll prioritize treating the disease first, so the actual result might be slightly less. But a 1:9 ratio is definitely possible. If you’re left with just a head, then you’d need seven kilograms of ’meat’ to recover fully."

"Exaggerating much!"

"This stuff is digested, right? How do you eat it if all you have is a head?"

"If I replaced my entire digestive system with cybernetic organs, what would you say then?"

"Maybe it passes right through the blood-brain barrier!"

"Don’t joke, that stuff isn’t glucose!"

...

Watching the comments return from repetitive to active, Alfred also followed up with a question:

"The ’meat’ has to be eaten, right? How does it work if you don’t have a stomach?"

The lady responded quite calmly to Alfred’s question,

"Not necessarily. In extreme cases, ’meat’ can be applied externally like a dressing. It can penetrate through wounds or mucous membranes to reconstruct limbs. It just happens to be very tasty, and oral consumption is also quicker. Cooking it doesn’t affect its healing properties, so that’s why most people prefer eating it directly."

"So, you’re saying this stuff cures all diseases?" Alfred’s expression trembled slightly, and the lady nodded but quickly added,

"To be precise, ’meat’ can heal injuries and diseases caused by external factors, but when it comes to genetic conditions and mental illnesses, ’meat’ is powerless."

"Where do genetic diseases even come from these days? Surely no one gives birth to a child who can’t afford the basic gene adjustments."

"Yeah, exactly. Genetic diseases were eradicated twenty years ago, and pure endogenous mental illnesses are rare to begin with!"

"So essentially, it can’t cure cancer, but cancer can be surgically removed, right? Just eat this stuff afterward, and you’re good."

...

The lady’s explanation didn’t calm the atmosphere—the discussions in the live stream room rapidly grew. After pondering for a moment, Alfred then left the Tai Sui Palace.

"The ’Treatment’ is genuinely curing diseases, but with this level of healing ability, I’m starting to understand why it’s found in the illegal district."

"Newbie here, why’s that?"

"Why? Because they don’t want to be seen by the big corporations. If those corporations known about it, they’d take the technology in a heartbeat!"

"Oh no, the streamer’s definitely exposed it now. Should I go buy some to stockpile right now? Even if I can’t afford ’meat’, that Power Pill sounded good, too."

"Count me in, I’ve been wanting to ditch this crappy Artificial Body for ages!"

The comments became chaotic, but Alfred was secretly typing up some thoughts, guiding the direction of the discussion, while he walked towards the next shop.

"I’ve already been to Tai Sui Palace for treatment; I’m kind of curious about what Fate Inquiry and Seeking Culprits are all about. Is it like fortune-telling and hiring killers?"

Having said that, he stepped into Yisuan Hall, but the scene was completely different from what the audience had imagined.

This place didn’t have the counter-style layout like next door’s Tai Sui Palace, instead, it was more like a library (referring to a cyber library). In the spacious hall, crystal balls floated in mid-air, without any sign of human engagement.

Customers approached the crystal balls and placed their hands upon them, their expressions joyful or sorrowful, yet not a single specific guide could be seen.

Alfred pondered for a moment before walking up to a crystal ball and laying his hand on it. Instantly, a string of text appeared on his personal terminal and on all the viewers’ screens—

"Your remaining lifespan is 127 years. Would you like to purchase more lifespan?"

[Damn, buying lifespan now?]

[Is this for real?]

[Maybe it is true?]

[Wasn’t there a gambler before who could gamble with his life? Maybe they caught a ghost here who can transfer lifespan to others?]

[Now that you mention it, that does seem like a possibility.]

[So, is the ’meat sight’ some kind of meat-generating ghost?]

[Am I the only one who noticed that the streamer could live for more than a hundred years?]

...

The audience’s thoughts were so divergent that Alfred didn’t even need to guide them to rational explanations, and directly said,

"The purchase price?"

"Lifespan is 60,000 Ming Coins per year, with the minimum sale being one month."

[Six hundred thousand a year? If those rich folks find out, wouldn’t they go crazy buying it?]

[Don’t forget the currency here is unique; credit points can be exchanged for two hundred at a time, with a monthly limit on total exchanges.]

[Then just send ten thousand people in to exchange, divvy it up among the big shots, one month each.]

[Why do you guys think the big shots would spend money to buy instead of just taking control of this place?]

[Have you no fear of death?!]

...

"Looks like it’s another product I can’t afford; ha, it’s the first time I’ve discovered I’m this poor!" Alfred let out a self-deprecating laugh that seemed like a cover for something else. He walked with a feigned composure toward the next shop.

The moment he entered the shop, both Alfred and the viewers in the live stream were instantly stupefied.

If Tai Sui Palace was an old-fashioned small shop, and Yisuan Hall was a self-service library, then this Taibai Mansion felt not at all like a shop; because, in this huge shop, all the furnishing consisted of just a low table.

On the low table were three boxes of different colors: one white, one red, one black, with no clear indication of their use. But that overwhelming sense of pressure, even through the screen, affected all the viewers.

And all this pressure originated from a ring-bound booklet in front of the three boxes.

Alfred furrowed his brows, looking around and noticing no one else, he couldn’t help but murmur,

"Not even a soul in sight, could it be the shopkeeper has taken a bathroom break?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Although he said this, he still approached the low table, picked up the ring-bound booklet, and casually flipped it open, only to discover that each page was a form listing details like "Name," "Age," "Address," "Features," along with a little bag attached to the paper labeled ’Sample,’ and a spot to affix a photograph.

At the same time, a solemn voice also sounded:

"White for Seeking People, Red for Punishment, Black for Inquiring Fate."

Updated from fr𝒆ewebnov𝒆l.(c)om