King of Assassins-Chapter 784 - 581: New World

The sound of a soft "beep" gently echoed in Black Tiger's eardrum.

At the same time, the Light Brain Chip implanted in the back of his head emitted a subtle electric current that naturally dispersed along the nerve pathways of his brain.

The tiny electric sparks made Black Tiger's scalp hair stand up in a small section, and his body instinctively shook lightly, waking him from a deep sleep instantly.

Awake, Black Tiger glanced at his electronic wristband, which displayed two times.

Standard Time: March 7, 4004, 2:31 PM.

Pegasus Star Mingjing Time Zone: May 6, 9:30 AM.

The wristband also showed his various health data, heart rate 45 per minute, blood pressure 60/100. Source Power Value 488/500, Spiritual Contamination Index 7 (Safe).

Black Tiger's gaze lingered on the Spiritual Contamination Index for two seconds, despite having to check this data every day, he continuously confirmed this repeatedly.

In the Outer Star Realm, where Evil Gods wreak havoc, the Spiritual Contamination Index is the most crucial metric.

If there's a physical issue, surgery can repair it, or prosthetics can be modified. But if there's a problem with the spirit, one must enter cyberspace to find the Holy Hall for purification.

However, if the spiritual contamination value exceeds the risk line, one can't log into cyberspace.

Cyberspace is not just a place for Black Tiger to clean spiritual contamination; it is also the most important way for cultivation.

Without cultivation, one will gradually be weeded out, eventually falling to the bottom, becoming an Evil God's Believer, and turning into a creature neither human nor ghost.

Black Tiger has eliminated hundreds of such creatures; he is very familiar with these monsters. He would rather commit suicide than become something like that.

Living another day with all metrics normal put Black Tiger in a good mood.

The wall plated with a layer of lead looked particularly gloomy. The tempered glass with metal safety rails was all covered in a dull gray dust.

The sun at this time had already risen, but due to various radiation and dust, the sky's sun forever sent a grayish-white light blob.

The window of Black Tiger's room faced north; only during summer evenings could he see a hint of the sunlight's afterglow.

However, just seeing the white expanse outside the window made Black Tiger realize today was sunny.

Black Tiger got up from the simple single bed, barefoot, and went to the bathroom, taking a look at the water meter count, there were still 120 liters of water.

Most water sources on Pegasus Star are polluted, only purified water is safe to use. As a combat group member of the company's contractor, Black Tiger can limitedly purchase clean water sources from the company.

120 liters of water is enough for drinking and washing up; it's far too little for a bath.

Black Tiger poured a cup of purified water, drank half, and then used an electric toothbrush to carefully brush his teeth and rinse his mouth.

He thought about it and used a clean towel to soak some purified water, simply wiping his body.

Today, they say a new minister is parachuting in, being clean and tidy might at least leave a good impression on the newcomer.

For this purpose, Black Tiger even trimmed his dense beard.

The man in the mirror had thick brows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and correct mouth, facial features with rigid and sharp lines. Due to years without sunlight, his skin wasn't dark, but rather pale.

The short hair stubbornly stood on end, after trimming the beard on his chin, it was less rugged and slightly more mature.

Actually, he was only twenty-four years old, but in this dangerous world, labels like naïve, elegant, and delicate were dangerous, to others they often represented weakness and incompetence.

Black Tiger, from the lower class, knew well that regardless of internal thoughts, one must maintain toughness to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Black Tiger donned the standard Combat Robe, combat boots, checked his pistol, bullets, short knife, and wore tactical gloves.

He tried pulling out his weapon, adjusted the holster's position slightly.

Black Tiger put on a pair of large Sunglasses, he thought about it but refrained from wearing the tactical bulletproof vest.

That item was not only bulky but also quite conspicuous. One can be tough or flashy, but being overly armed could make one seem insecure and instead invite trouble.

There are too many Apostles of the Evil God; no one knows what these Apostles are really thinking. As an external contractor of the company, it's best not to display one's special nature.

Black Tiger tidied up his personal gear, then unlocked the three heavy door bolts on the room door.

Electronic devices were too rampant in this world, and it's too easy for electronic devices to be breached. Conversely, the more primitive things are safer.

Black Tiger came outside and locked the room door behind him. The corridor's cement walls were filled with colorful graffiti, the special paint's shine was extremely piercing, and the chaotic, disorderly patterns were unclear in their intent.

Looking at such patterns, a normal person's first sensation is irritation.

Black Tiger was very familiar with the patterns on the wall, as he had intentionally commissioned someone to paint them. No one preferred facing such chaotic patterns, hence it's an effective and subtle way to deter wanderers and idlers.

Black Tiger sat in a shabby elevator heading to the parking lot downstairs, where he paid an old guard a Credit Point to retrieve his motorcycle.

The roughly styled electric motorcycle's surface already had many scratches, looking somewhat worn. However, with a Nuclear Battery as a power source, it required charging only once every three thousand kilometers.

Riding his motorcycle, Black Tiger sped off towards the company headquarters.

Upon emerging from the underground parking, someone whistled at Black Tiger. Even scantily dressed women attempted to grab Black Tiger, but he coolly pushed them away.

Such women either had physical diseases or mental illnesses, absolutely untouchable either way.

The long road was smooth, but littered with all kinds of waste. There were no autonomous robots cleaning up, human cleaning was perfunctory and inefficient.

A few hundred years ago, following the rebellion of intelligent mechanical beings, not many intelligent machines were visible in the Outer Star Realm.

In fact, the entire technological level is continuously declining as the Alliance gradually abandons the Outer Star Realm, letting these Star Realms fall into decay.

Only those who cultivate the Golden Core have the qualification to migrate to the Central Star Realm.

The greatest aspiration of Black Tiger is to escape the quagmire that is Pegasus Star and retire in the Central Star Realm.

To this end, he works hard and cultivates tirelessly.

Unfortunately, as things currently stand, the possibility of him forming a Golden Core is extremely slim.

The chance for an ordinary person to form a Golden Core is comparable to someone starting a business from scratch and amassing a billion-dollar fortune. It's not impossible, just ridiculously low.

Black Tiger also knows his chances aren't great, but in this chaotic and oppressive world, if there's no hope in one's heart, sooner or later, they'll go mad.

This is also a principle taught to Black Tiger by a deceased older brother. He deeply believes in it.

Black Tiger works so diligently because Yuanlong Company's benefits are very good.

On Pegasus Star, Yuanlong Company is a top-tier corporation. Although the actual headquarters is in the Central Star Realm, Yuanlong Company has numerous branches in the Outer Star Realm.

Especially in Mingjing of Pegasus Star, it is said that the headquarters of Yuanlong Company was located here a thousand years ago. Reportedly, the Eternal Immortal Divine Emperor was once a shareholder of Yuanlong Company.

For this reason, Black Tiger chose Yuanlong Company. After two years of work, he understood that all companies are the same, essentially just there to exploit profits.

Companies don't care about personal feelings, nor about morality or justice. It's the same across companies; the difference is just in the rules and gameplay of the company.

Compared to others, Yuanlong Company is equally filled with dark secrets; the upper management is exceptionally greedy, while the lower levels are cold and ruthless.

However, the whole world is like this. Black Tiger has accepted his fate; at least Yuanlong Company is a big company with decent benefits. What more is there to nitpick?

Black Tiger swiped his ID card at the company's entrance, authenticated, and entered the underground garage. By the time he reached the Field Department office, seven or eight people from the team had already arrived.

Seeing Black Tiger enter, everyone merely glanced over with their eyes; no one spoke.

They're just here for the paycheck, not to make friends. Trying not to befriend colleagues is an unspoken rule.

However, over time, one or two people will always be found with whom one can converse.

"Old Hei, have you eaten? Let's have some food together."

The tall and brawny Iron Shield stood up, muttering about having a meal with Black Tiger.

Iron Shield had been colleagues with Black Tiger for three years; their combat cooperation has always been seamless, and their relationship is quite good.

As for why the other is called Iron Shield, it's a nickname, just like Black Tiger.

They have no names, only identification numbers. This is a very sad fact, as they have no parents and are all people cultivated by the company through technological means.

Black Tiger nodded, "Together."

The two went to the company's cafeteria. Meals in the big company are free, and the food is quite good. Various natural meats, vegetables, fruits; with a very low price, one can have a hearty meal.

"I heard the new department head is a woman, surnamed Wei, likely here for a career boost."

Despite Iron Shield's rugged appearance, he is very meticulous. While wolfing down beef, he explained to Black Tiger, "The upper management of Yuanlong Company are all surnamed Wei; this woman might have come from the Central Star Realm."

His large eyes revealed a strong desire, "If we cling to this woman's coattails, we'd be doing amazing."

Black Tiger didn't have this kind of thought, "People from the Central Star Realm must be crazy to come here for a career boost. Don't overthink it. The Wei Family has been established for thousands of years; anyone with the surname Wei has at least eight hundred million if not a billion..."

"What's there to be afraid of, just think about it."

Iron Shield said seriously, "With a new leader, it's always right to make a good impression. Our ranks should be promoted as well. Once we become team leaders, life will be much better."

Although the Field Department is a contractor of the company, handling the company's field operations, in reality, it falls under the direct management of the company.

This contractor status is also to evade legal responsibility. If something goes wrong, the company can easily pass the buck.

After all, the field team often ends up in combat, potentially causing all sorts of trouble.

Black Tiger has worked for the company for three years, barely making it to a P2 level, and Iron Shield is also a P2. When they reach P3, they might qualify to be a team leader of the Field Department.

Black Tiger felt a bit heated by Iron Shield's words. Indeed, the immediate goal should be to strive for the team leader position.

Iron Shield slapped Black Tiger on the shoulder, "Brother, I'll fully support you."

Black Tiger lowered his gaze slightly, "You're older and more powerful in combat; you should be the team leader. How am I qualified?"

"We're brothers; it doesn't matter who becomes it."

Iron Shield was very pleased with Black Tiger's sentiment and waved his hand generously.

After breakfast, Iron Shield and Black Tiger returned to the office. The team members were all present, sitting there silently, and the room's atmosphere was a bit dull.

By ten-thirty, all combat teams of the Field Department gathered in the conference room.

The Field Department had over twenty combat teams, each team consisting of 8 to 12 people. Two to three hundred people stood in the conference room, divided into small groups by teams, looking somewhat chaotic.

A young, beautiful woman with short hair stood on the podium, wearing a neat dark blue military uniform, appearing exceptionally competent and heroic.

For some unknown reason, upon seeing this woman, Black Tiger felt extremely familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

But his memory told him that he had never had any contact with this woman in his life, making it absolutely impossible to know her.

"Colleagues, my name is Wei Ying, the 'ying' for hero. From today onward, the Field Department will be under my management."

After a brief self-introduction, Wei Ying said in a deep voice, "Company intelligence indicates that the West Seventh Ring District's believers of the Wolf God Cult are planning to attack the company; today, our Field Department will fully mobilize to sweep the Wolf God Cult, and make sure to kill their Apostles..."

Looking at the heroic and competent Wei Ying on the podium, Black Tiger's head hurt more and more, and some chaotic memory fragments suddenly emerged, "This woman looks like Wei Yue, huh? Who is Wei Yue!"