Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 81: Chapter 43: The Disturbing Flute Sound

Following several gang members, Hexia boarded the return vehicle and then re-entered the vertical elevator she had used earlier.

Soon after, the elevator arrived at the top, taking her back to the secluded bar; by now, it was 1 a.m.

Facing the cool night breeze, the girl walked along the street, still pondering the scenes she had seen in the Underworld, although life for the residents in the lower levels of Payin City was somewhat arduous, it hadn't reached the point of being unlivable.

It was just that the noisy information and various displays of ostentation made people gradually forget these details of life.

In the Federation, even if residents lost all work, they wouldn't starve to death on the streets. Walking through the streets and residential areas, there were simple security booths at regular intervals, housing Riot Control Robots to maintain public order, dense surveillance, and few criminals could escape the police's pursuit.

You could say there were many corrupt places within the Federation, but they weren't so repugnant as to force people into untenable living conditions.

The progress of the era and the unprecedented improvement in productivity had made the basic food and materials needed to sustain a person extremely cheap; just a tiny fraction skimmed off the vast industrial system was enough to provide for one.

But people's desires also grow. When everyone can breathe air, no one thinks that being able to breathe freely is anything remarkable.

Isn't it taken for granted, everyone thinks and then chases after something that stands out from those around them, something different from others.

Hexia crossed the dim, deserted streets and arrived in front of a vertical elevator, waiting quietly.

She wasn't saying this approach was wrong; everyone has the freedom to pursue their ideals and desires, and shouldn't be criticized or blamed, it's just that the comfort that comes with the starting point makes people gradually forget how hard-won the peace they enjoy is.

The elevator doors opened, and she hopped in lightly, then pressed the button for her residential floor level. The elevator started moving, and layer upon layer of light and shadows passed over her coat through the glass.

Time flowed quietly, and the era moved slowly forward. Past pains had disappeared, but new anxieties had arisen.

Never satisfied, never stopping the comparisons, this is the source of human suffering, and also the ladder of progress.

The girl sighed softly and walked out when the elevator arrived, returning to the familiar streets and views.

Forget it, forget it, no more thinking about these lofty principles every day. Coming back so late today, I wonder if I can get a good night's sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow.

If only I didn't have to work someday, the girl wished silently to herself.

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Underworld, the location of the 'Eight Mountains Plate' squad's office.

"Catch him, he's the culprit behind this chaos!" Qiao Long wasn't sure of the exact identity of the other party, but he knew that since they were battling those flesh monsters, they were an enemy of an enemy.

"Who's that!" the people below exclaimed in surprise, then looked at the dark silhouette that had landed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several blue streaks shot through the darkness, aiming for the fleeing figure. One shot missed, one hit the chest, and one struck the shoulder.

A flash of light passed over the silhouette, finally revealing his form. He was dressed in a tailor-made gray-black bodysuit, which seemed to be made of special material that had an invisibility effect, but part of it was damaged and no longer fully functional.

After several dodges, the dark figure once again hid behind a large rock column, temporarily avoiding the bullets.

"Bang!" Then Qiao Long also jumped down into the pit, steadily approaching the figure hiding behind the rock column.

However, just as everyone was nervously observing the situation and facing off, a sound of flute music came from behind the rock column, causing dizziness and confusion. Some Low Rank members even began to feel dizzy.

"This isn't good," Lude said, holding his head, barely able to stand steady, continuously tapping his head, trying to clear his mind.

Apart from him, only Qiao Long and Yang Che were able to maintain their consciousness. The others fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in what seemed like great pain, as if someone were sawing into their heads with a saw.

This psychic attack not only interfered with everyone present, but it also attracted the distant flesh monsters, who began to charge and attack once more.

In order to protect his teammates, Yang Che had to turn his gun and shoot the approaching monsters, while Qiao Long hastened his pace towards the back of the rock column.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire and roars, he suddenly rushed to the side of the rock column, and then a bottle of milky white liquid smashed towards him.

The glass shattered, and the strange scent of milk filled the air. The liquid blurred Qiao Long's vision, making him miss his target and fail again. The milk-like substance on his face also gave off a strange sensation, as if countless mosquitoes were buzzing in front of him.

This was no ordinary potion, but a concentrated Magic Potion with a Transcendent effect that could induce madness.

A potion that normally would be diluted to fill dozens of bottles was now all spilled on Qiao Long, causing him to feel disoriented, staggering like a drunkard. Various voices echoed in his head, and his vision became dizzy with colorful lights.

It was as though he saw many familiar people—his master, his elementary school classmates, teachers, and people he had known from the past, as well as those he deeply hated. Those people had humiliated him in the past, making his life a living hell...

With a thump, Qiao Long finally knelt on the ground, and heat began to emerge from his body while his bones and muscles slowly swelled, and Dragon Scale patterns faintly appeared.

"Good, very good, just like that, serve me," the dark figure sneered, then blew the mind-disturbing flute once more, adding to the chaos of the scene.