My Cell Prison-Chapter 899 - 898 Biotechnology
Chapter 899: Chapter 898: Biotechnology
Chapter 899: Chapter 898: Biotechnology
(The chapter was recently blocked, but it got unblocked after a couple of days. However, I could still see it in the backend.)
Someone asked how the population of the City of Gods, which loses 5% daily (mostly lower-level slaves), is replenished.
Apart from the City of Gods, there are a large number of humans living on this planet, such as those who are just starting to be cultivated.
These humans living on the outskirts all dream of obtaining the “qualifications” to enter the City of Gods.
Once entering the City of Gods, one becomes a lower-level slave and may die due to various extreme events. Moreover, in a biotech-dominated urban society like the City of Gods, fertility is greatly encouraged, and one can even get Black Water subsidies—use of these is not described in detail.)
[Prometheus’s Gold Hotel]
As Han Dong paid for ten days of accommodation in advance.
He received a “Bone Worm Key” from the owner.
The semi-living key could automatically attach to the surface of the “wallet,” and when used, it would burrow out from the palm and connect with the lock.
Opening the gate was divided into several steps:
“Biological Recognition” and “Lock Type Adaptation.”
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Once the Bone Worm was inserted into the lock, it would secrete a hormone to stimulate the malleable meaty lock.
Only with the specific hormone could the lock expand to the normal size for unlocking, then match the shape of the bone, thus completing the gate opening process.
“This kind of security door is much more advanced than the anti-theft doors in the original world…”
Of course.
Such advanced biological locks are not found everywhere.
The fact that Han Dong chose this hotel is related, as the price of 1.5ml per day is not affordable for everyone, it’s considered a mid-range hotel.
When he pushed open the door.
A faint scent of freshness mixed with a tinge of fishiness floated from the room.
The layout and decoration of the guest room could be considered ‘relatively’ luxurious.
Besides the bedroom, there were also an en suite bathroom, a small balcony area, and a slave compartment.
This was the first time Han Dong had seen a slave compartment.
The social nature of the City of Gods meant that anyone who could afford to stay in a hotel would definitely be carrying slaves… a slave compartment was essential.
The compartment was small and equipped with bunk beds.
It featured an adjustable one-way glass, allowing slave masters to observe the situation in the slave compartment at any time.
As for the overall arrangement of the guest room, apart from a plush, luxurious bed and dark biological style tables and chairs, there was also an entertainment system… somewhat akin to the televisions found in hotels and inns in the real world.
However, there were no electronic information products in the City of Gods.
The entertainment system here was known as the [Skull Ritual].
Right in the middle of the headboard, a rib cage stand was set, and the hollow skull helmet hanging on it was the so-called [Skull Ritual].
At the back end of the skull, numerous meaty nerve cables were connected, which linked to the Memory Signal Central Sensor of the hotel and then to the brain server of a Memory Company in the City of Gods.
Once the skull helmet is worn, the synaptic devices inside could make superficial connections with the wearer’s brain.
Through ‘biological sensing,’ both vision and hearing are plugged into the brain server of the Memory Entertainment Company.
One could watch various memory programs for free.
One could also choose to connect to the brains of “lower-level slaves” equipped with receivers to watch thrilling first-person duels, suicide shows, and some extra-charged restricted programs in the slave quarters.
If the user also wishes to experience more intense cranial activities, they must first sign a contract granting the [Skull Ritual] more control over their brain.
Once all control is granted.
Through the Skull Ritual, one’s consciousness could be fully connected to the body of a “lower-level slave,” personally participating in various brutal and bloody duels.
Even if one dies halfway through, it is only the death of the body.
Of course.
Such consciousness access, besides requiring a hefty fee, also necessitates the advance purchase of a corresponding slave…a single session could cost tens, or even hundreds of milliliters of Black Water.
Han Dong, holding the Skull Ritual, whispered:
“If the ‘Faceless Skull’ wasn’t sealed, it might be possible to reverse access the Memory Company’s brain server, acquiring information on all those who connected and even taking direct control of the thoughts of those accessing the service.
No wonder the Fate System imposes restrictions on us.”
Han Dong didn’t wear the Skull Ritual out of curiosity either. After all, there was the risk of his thoughts being stolen, and his brain was his lifeline.
The size of the City of Gods was immense, and finding companions was no easy task.
“Later, see if we can use the [Colosseum] as a pretext to head to the slave market and inquire about Abe and the others… But they should be able to hold on.
This start is a good growth challenge for everyone.
No need to rush. It’s better to rest for a while first.”
After a series of events and directly embracing the biotech city of gods with his mind, Han Dong was slightly fatigued.
When he returned to the bedroom to sleep, he found that Lord Maritzis had disappeared.
“Miss Mary?”
No response.
Having searched the entire bedroom without finding her, Han Dong, sensing something was wrong, pushed open the bathroom door.
A different kind of beautiful scene came into view.
An equally tired Maritzis was already in a deep sleep in a bathtub full of water, having sought out the bathroom immediately upon entering the room due to her affinity for water.
The remnants of her tattered outer garment were casually tossed on the floor.
Though the scenery was beautiful, Han Dong felt nothing. Instead, he sighed.
“Haven’t even witnessed Maritzis’s strength, and we are already restrained by the system… Such level of restraint places all participants on the same starting line.
The advantages of Maritzis as an Ancestor Body have vanished. If we face off against other teams in the City of Gods, the likelihood of losing is high… We must leverage the power within the city to somehow elevate our status.
Dumps must have some tricks up his sleeve.”
Thinking this, Dumps, who was feasting and drinking in a luxurious mansion, let out a loud sneeze.
“We can’t afford to waste more time. We must seize every second… The teams that have arrived at ‘Prometheus’ are elites from various nations.”
Han Dong immediately got up and went to the nearby bookstore, where he bought a comprehensive slave compendium as well as recent periodicals to enhance his understanding of the city.
He studied by lamp light into the night.
As Han Dong gradually made sense of the slave system, his brain could no longer cope.
Without the support of the ‘Faceless Skull,’ Han Dong was just an ordinary person with limited energy and fell asleep at the table.
Time passed, unknown how much.
Beep beep! Beep beep!
A strange ‘telephone sound’ woke Han Dong.
The noise came from the ‘communication snail (in the shape of a snail)’ placed on the nightstand.
He grabbed the snail shell, pressing its soft body part to his ear… The snail’s synaptic connections automatically accessed Han Dong’s auditory system, connecting the ‘call’.
“Nicholas, one day of rest should be enough.
There’s something at The Coliseum that needs your assistance, come over quickly.”
The voice belonged to the warden who had treated Han Dong favorably the previous day.
Clearly, through high-level access at The Coliseum, the warden directly found Han Dong’s residence and communication number.
