The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 286 - 285 Candidates and Invasion
Chapter 286: Chapter 285: Candidates and Invasion
Chapter 286: Chapter 285: Candidates and Invasion
Zion Upper Level District, Noble Street, is lined with luxurious mansions of well-known families, where an English-style maid accompanies an elderly gentleman with a protruding belly on the street.
Suddenly, the maid’s expression dramatically changed, and she burst into a speed of twenty meters per second, vanishing from the street.
Only the bewildered gentleman remained.
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Lower District
A female stall owner, selling pancakes and dressed in the distinctive maid attire, which attracted gentlemen who favored this style, regardless of gender, to specifically come to buy pancakes.
Even though her pancakes were terrible and could scarcely be called pancakes, people still came daily to buy them.
Today was no different,
Already four people around the stall couldn’t wait anymore; the stall owner’s grip on the egg was too forceful, splattering it everywhere, with less than a tenth of the yolk actually landing on the pancake.
It was even packed up for the customer before it had set properly, but the latter did not complain.
Just as the stall owner was about to make another pancake, it was as if she received a direct transmission to her brain, and she left abruptly saying, “Fry it yourself.”
She left her puzzled customers disappearing into the street, one of whom was a gentleman responsible for security patrolling, who couldn’t see the precise figure of the stall owner as she moved at high speed.
Similar events occurred simultaneously in seven different places,
All of these women were maids deployed by Yuri, specifically trained, with particularly outstanding sensing abilities, and each was a top-level assassin.
Their outing for today was canceled, and they all returned to the Prophet House to assemble.
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[Prophet House—Killing Intent Detection Room]
The interior was covered with 15×15cm glass plates, each floating with a dark red aura of killing intent.
Behind the glass plates were nerve-like complex lines, capable of receiving the brain signals of patrolling maids and transforming the killing intent fluctuations occurring in the city into specific imaging.
The room also had a black leather sofa against the wall.
Every time Prophet Yuri came, he just needed to sit back on the sofa and take off his eye mask.
As soon as a specific person’s likeness appeared on the glass plates, he would command the maids to carry out a forcible arrest to prevent murders, riots, and other violent incidents.
At the moment,
Yi Chen and Jin sat on the black leather sofa, looking at the glass wall tiles that could image killing intent, feeling somewhat as if they were in a KTV.
Accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, seven maids of different styles entered the room in succession, standing neatly in a row.
To Yi Chen, the scene somehow felt a bit odd.
Finally, Yuri also entered, sitting in his wheelchair and briefly introduced:
“These seven maids are newly manufactured, freshly from the factory humanoid maids.
Made with more synthetic flesh, real skin, and actual brain tissue, they are not as strong as primarily mechanical maids, and the ‘killing binding’ formed between me and them is relatively loose.
Use them for the most basic thought training—if you can achieve even a bit of thought implantation, I’ll be quite impressed.”
Yi Chen looked doubtfully at one of the red-haired maids, “Is that… pancakes and egg liquid on you?”
Before the maid could hurriedly wipe it off, Yuri explained directly, “That was my breakfast today; she got a bit on her accidentally in the rush out from the factory.
Also, their costumes were deliberately made to look old; otherwise, their appearance and new clothes would easily attract attention.
Cough, cough—alright! I’ll continue to the workshop. If you have any progress or encounter issues, just notify the mechanical maid at the door, and I’ll naturally come to handle it when I’m available.
Remember, don’t force yourself.
Even though their bond with me is shallow, their brains still belong to the core of killing. Be careful of being counter-attacked by the killing intent if you force your way into their brains.”
“Understood, thank you, Mr. Yuri.”
Yuri waved his hand, and his personal maid then wheeled him out, heading for the workshop established next door.
Of course, he couldn’t really settle down to his routine work, trying as much as possible to stick close to the walls to sense what was happening next door.
Soon, he heard the conversation between the two people.
“Jin, please implant conscience tumors with protective effects in their brains, to hinder my thought invasion.”
“Ah, really? These maids do not seem easy to control.
Each one of them might look alive and have flesh, but I can clearly sense the special killing intent hidden beneath their skin, which is completely different from the stuff we’ve dealt with in the Underground Arena before.
Although Mr. Yuri says they are new, in my view, they seem quite extraordinary.”
Yuri, who was eavesdropping through the wall, felt a thump in his heart when he heard this
“No matter, do as I say, and make it as difficult as possible… after all, if I want to deal with nightmares through thought, the difficulty must indeed be greater.”
“Alright~”
Yuri, listening through the wall, couldn’t help but sneer:
“How confident is this guy? I thought he and Jin would carry out a joint mental invasion. He even wants Jin to increase the difficulty of the mental invasion, and he’s tackling it alone.”
Yi Chen and Prophet Yuri, sitting on a black leather sofa and separated by a wall, “Eh~ Jin, is someone talking?”
This startled Yuri, who quickly gagged himself.
“No~”
“Maybe I’ve just been a bit nervous lately.”
Inside a kill-intent monitoring room, resembling a KTV.
Jin walked past each maid, reaching into their hair, and layer by layer, rule-based bubble-like tumors quickly covered the inner layer of their skulls, slowly growing defensive brain tumors with nervous systems on the surface of their brains.
Having learned brain defenses at the Cancer Palace in the Old World,
her master had specifically mentioned the significance of the brain.
He had also warned Jin many times that, although cancer has almost infinite potential, especially at the physical level,
it is still dangerous against attacks specifically aimed at the mental level. Once the mind is invaded or even occupied, no matter how much the body regenerates, it is just a lump of rotten flesh.
“Alright~ all of the brains are now enhanced. William, this technique was taught to me by my master. Although I haven’t fully mastered it yet, its effects are still quite impressive, so don’t push yourself too hard.”
Yi Chen gave an OK gesture, his gaze wandering among the maids, finally settling on a red-haired maid whose body was stained with pancake batter and egg liquid.
“What’s your name?”
“Irina.”
“Good, you stay in the room with me, everyone else leave for now.”
Jin, with a puzzled look, pointed to herself, “Do I also need to leave?”
“You wait outside too, after all, the space here isn’t big, I might need to engage in a small-scale duel with Miss Irina.”
Jin left the room with skepticism.
Perhaps due to the effective shielding, only intermittent noises came from inside.
Leaning by the door, Jin didn’t feel any invasion or penetration of the brain cancer barrier and couldn’t help wondering what exactly Yi Chen was doing inside.
Twenty minutes passed,
Jin slowly pressed her ear against the door to eavesdrop.
Coincidentally, in the next room, a gentleman was in the exact same eavesdropping posture as Jin.
Creak~
The door opened from the inside, Yi Chen, adjusting his attire and somewhat tattered clothing, led Irina out from inside, both strangers now seemingly very familiar with each other through the exchange of glances.
In Irina’s eyes, apart from the usual threads of killing intent, there was also a strange new substance.
If one were to closely inspect her pupils, capturing these strange speckled substances and attempting to integrate them into living texts, they would eventually decipher an ancient symbol – “Madness.”
