155: Chapter 155 Cleaning Up Akihabara (Part 2): The Resentment of the Salaried and the Advance of Silicone

Passing through Akihabara, the group arrived at the ruins of Ginza, which was originally a commercial center.

The buildings here were taller, the roads wider, but it was also more eerie.

On both sides of the street were Advanced office buildings with glass curtain walls; although most of the glass was shattered now, the interiors were pitch black, like gaping mouths.

"Everyone, be careful."

General Leng Feng walked at the very front, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade, her gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly:

"The atmosphere here... is very oppressive. There's a kind of... urge that makes one want to work overtime."

"Huh? Want to work overtime?" Wang Dachui was stunned. "Wife, are you under too much work pressure?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of uniform footsteps came from the intersection ahead.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

That was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete, dull, mechanical, and filled with a sense of despairing rhythm.

The fog dispersed.

A phalanx composed of hundreds of zombies walked out.

They were wearing tattered, cheap suits, ties that had already dug into their flesh hanging around their necks, and carrying briefcases in their hands.

Every zombie had its head lowered and back bent, presenting a standard 90-degree bowing posture.

Their complexions were ashen, their eye circles were black like pandas, their hair was sparse, and their bodies exuded a strong smell of black coffee and the resentment of death from overwork.

This was the specialty of Yingzhou—[Corporate Slave Wraith Zombies].

"Sumimasen (I'm sorry)..."

"Sumimasen..."

As this group of zombies walked, they mechanically repeated this apology.

The voices were low, gathering together like a depressing requiem.

"What kind of style is this again?" Wang Dachui held his shovel horizontally across his chest. "The Apology-style combat method?"

"Be careful!"

The instrument in Su Qianqian's hand suddenly emitted a red light. "Their Mental Energy field is very strong! This is a type of collective mental pollution! It will cause one's fighting spirit to sink, creating self-doubt and a desire to work!"

Sure enough, the two young bodyguards walking at the very back were now brimming with tears in their eyes, putting down the electric batons in their hands, taking out a small notebook from their pockets, and starting to frantically write self-criticisms.

"I am guilty... I shouldn't have slacked off... I want to work overtime... I want to work 996..."

"Slap! Slap!"

Ji Taimei walked over and gave each of them a big slap.

"Wake up! I'm paying you wages to have you come here to fight monsters, not to write self-criticisms!"

Her S-rank Mental Energy erupted, instantly dispersing that depressing magnetic field.

The two bodyguards snapped awake, scared into a cold sweat.

At this moment, the group of corporate slave zombies had already approached.

The leading zombie suddenly raised its head, revealing a withered face, took a business card from its bosom, and handed it to Wang Dachui with both hands:

"Please... please take care of me..."

Wang Dachui subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it.

"Don't take it!" General Leng Feng shouted loudly.

"Boom!"

The moment Wang Dachui pulled his hand back, the business card suddenly exploded!

Although the power wasn't great, equivalent to a large firecracker, it was like a signal.

The hundreds of corporate slave zombies behind simultaneously took out business cards and, like throwing darts, threw them over in a sky-covering barrage!

"This is—[Business Card Explosion]!"

"Holy crap! Is exchanging business cards this hardcore these days?!"

Wang Dachui jumped around to dodge the explosions while waving his shovel to swat away those business cards.

"Zhang Dapao! Fire! Where's the fire!"

"This thing isn't afraid of fire, Boss Dachui!" Zhang Dapao shouted from behind. "Their bodies are all covered in that protection formed by the cold sweat of the overtime-style; it won't burn!"

"Then use physical transcendence!"

Wang Dachui was furious. He charged into the crowd, not even using his abilities, just one shovel per zombie, knocking those zombies that were still bowing and apologizing to the ground.

"I'll let you work overtime! I'll let you engage in involution! Lie down for me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Under Wang Dachui's physical persuasion, this group of pitiful corporate slaves finally obtained permanent rest.

After cleaning up this wave of "workplace elites," the group continued forward.

As evening approached, while passing through the ruins of a red-light district, the final and most eye-searing BOSS made its appearance.

It was a pink, translucent, giant soft-bodied monster resembling a slime, blocking the middle of the road, standing two stories tall.

Its whole body exuded an embarrassing, chemical silicone smell.

Looking closely, its body seemed to be wrapped around countless... discarded bionic rubber products.

[Silicone Polymer Succubus].

"Onii-chan~ come and play~"

That pink monster emitted a pinched voice synthesized from hundreds of different vocal lines, so cutesy it made people want to vomit.

Following that, its body shook violently.

"Pfft—"

A stream of pink mucus shot out like a high-pressure water gun!

"What is this again?!" Wang Dachui was shocked. "How can there be biochemical weapons?!"

"Don't touch that liquid! That's superglue! Once stuck, you won't be able to shake it off!" Su Qianqian warned.

Wang Dachui performed a lazy donkey roll to dodge the disaster, but a lamppost behind him was hit, instantly wrapped in a thick layer of pink colloid, and then slowly corroded and softened.

"Too disgusting! Too disgusting!"

Wang Dachui looked at the monster that was still there trembling and making strange sounds, feeling like he was about to vomit his breakfast.

"Nalan! Leave this one to you! I'm a melee fighter, I'm not fighting this thing! I have mysophobia!"

Nalan Ruo stood in the distance, her brows locked in a frown, clearly also disgusted by this thing.

She didn't speak, just raised her hand.

Countless sharp leaves shot out like flying daggers.

But the monster's body was entirely made of highly elastic silicone, and the leaves hitting it were all bounced off!

"Physical resistance is this high?" General Leng Feng also drew her blade, slashing out a cold aura.

"Crack!"

A layer of ice formed on the monster's surface, but as it writhed, the ice layer shattered.

"It's immune to both soft and hard attacks!"

"Let me try!"

Ji Taimei walked out.

She looked at the pink monster, a hint of a merchant's shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

"Since it's a polymer, that means their mental will is chaotic."

Ji Taimei's eyes flashed with purple light, and her powerful Mental Energy transformed into a sharp cone, piercing directly into the monster's brain.

"Disperse... for me!"

"Screech—!!!"

The monster emitted a piercing scream, and the countless individual consciousnesses within its body began to clash and fight each other.

"I am Number 1! I want to go to the left!"

"I am Number 69! I want to go to the right!"

"No! I want to lie down!"

That giant pink slime began to deform and stretch violently, and in the end, it actually tore itself apart!

"Pop!"

With a muffled sound, the huge monster exploded into a pile of discarded rubber trash.

"Done." Ji Taimei clapped her hands, looking relaxed.

"My wife is still the best!" Wang Dachui quickly offered flattery.