Seeing the excavation site, Unos couldn't help but think of his own work environment.
At the Longevity Club, he is a guest of honor, a titan in the Spirit Particle Academic Community.
When it comes to his work environment, the only words that come to mind are difficult.
Before work, he would pray. Two to three minutes of prayer isn't much, it can be regarded as calming meditation.
But Unos is not an individual; his true form is an octopus in a tank, possessing one main brain and twenty-three auxiliary brains, which were later split into twenty-four life forms through transplantation.
Every day upon waking and finishing his nutrient infusion, he would spend an hour before the lab door in prayer.
And some core members are even more ridiculous.
After transplanting second and third catalytic genes, they still couldn't satisfy the desires deep in their hearts, demanding Unos continuously optimize their genetic traits to shape their bodies toward Spiritualization, striving to resemble the biblical gods.
Core members' Spiritualization forms must resemble deities.
Non-core members should look like demons, to distinguish class and hierarchy. As for those who aren't even members, they'd prefer they look like dogs.
In the mass production of Beast Warrior projects, they even demanded an additional process to castrate Beast Warriors, ensuring core assets of the organization do not leak.
Unos wanted to curse them as idiots, taking a couple of cuts back home, yet they wanted him to optimize the entire production line, wasting months adjusting production parameters.
But he couldn't curse them...
They're the real masters of the club, paying billions and tens of billions annually in fees.
"What's with those people?"
At the excavation site, with a vertical drop of two to three kilometers from ground level, Ansheng saw some very peculiar women and couldn't help but ask Unos.
These women wore white spaghetti strap dresses, exposing shoulders whiter than snow, their pristine skin even slightly fluorescent, making them look particularly holy, treading barefoot on muddy ground.
If it were just one or two individuals, Ansheng might glance and dismiss them.
But there are indeed more than a dozen of them, like mass-produced dolls, even the styles of their long waves draping to their waists are identical, only their hair colors differ.
Each with a camera, taking photos of the excavation site, resembling site excavation record keepers.
"Pet boys."
Unos glanced over and spoke, but felt he might not be detailed enough, so he spoke again: "Pet boys castrated before puberty... "
"???"
Ansheng looked at Unos, a question mark forming in his mind.
"It is said to be a trend. Certain members who enjoy chatting say these boys' voices are ethereal, able to sing grand and holy hymns. Some members like keeping a few at home as music players, commonly known as 'Eunuchs.'"
"They also moonlight as messengers, bringing their master's will in person when the master is busy." Unos thought and added: "It's said that this job has gender and race restrictions."
"There were originally black people, but later, something taboo occurred, and they were gone; I vaguely remember something about God not having a father, but I consciously did not remember these trivialities... In short, it was deemed blasphemous."
Unos's openness brought silence to the group, making the logistical team twitch as they felt a chill.
As they spoke, one of the Eunuchs pointed out by Master Fuli sprouted a pair of white wings and flew off weightlessly towards the forest.
"Ba Mountain Mosquito, help me take note, let's tie up those singers when we return later."
Ansheng smacked his lips, speaking an instruction.
While domestic pets may get their baskets cut, they can still manage a lifetime meal; humans getting their baskets cut don't even guarantee a peaceful meal, needing to work as well.
Regarding hellish jokes.
Just look at what the noble masters do; merely narrating it becomes a stellar hellish joke.
Just like white sugar, why only eat the ones with the 'yīng' sound.
Because the capital landowners, in an effort to cut costs on factory purification materials, dug out fallen warriors' remains to break them into filter cores for the syrup filters.
Eating their sugar, it's easy to taste family members gone and remember grandfather's care.
Of course.
They aren't entirely without conscience; after using bones as materials, they sell them to fertilizer factories. The fertilizer factories crush the bones into powder and return them to the soil.
......
Pausing for a moment at the excavation site and glancing at the still-excavating crew, Ansheng then followed Unos into the camp to find Nene Srick.
Currently, the excavation has not even unearthed the main gate; the visible area is only a lodge.
"Master Fuli?"
As they moved forward, Wang Ya's voice full of surprise echoed from the wilderness.
"Hm? Didn't you... weren't you at Da Xing'an Ridge? How did you end up in the Outer Region?"
Seeing Wang Ya in hiking gear, tucking the Fennec Fox Xiaohua into his arms, Ansheng couldn't help but be surprised.
"I brought her here."
Sitting on a tree stump, Li Wenkang nodded to Unos and, smiling, spoke to Master Fuli:
"Though we don't intervene in other regions' affairs, just coming to take a look isn't illegal, is it?"
"The relief on the metal wall is of great historical research value. And Professor Wang Ya is a renowned expert in the field of history..."
"What about you guys, why are you here?"
Ansheng glanced into the abyss and spoke out about Vimal's group coveting him, with someone among them in the Outer Region, intending to break his leg.
Miyel was brunching with the thermos.
"Nene... "
Li Wenkang murmured, the name seemed familiar, having heard it somewhere, but couldn't recall exactly who he was.
But he surely did something, causing him to have an impression in his memory.
"What did Nene do to make his name faintly familiar to me?" After pondering for a moment without any recollection, Li Wenkang asked Unos.
"Mom, skin grafting, shrimp vein." Unos uttered a few words.
"Oh! So he's the shrimp vein boy!" Li Wenkang revealed a look of realization.
"What kind of riddles are you playing?" Ansheng, dissatisfied, opened his mouth to complain to Li Wenkang.
"Nothing, just thought of a joke, that's all."
"Nene Srick's mother passed away early, and her greatest wish while alive was for her son to find a wife. Later, Nene tattooed his mother's name on him, found the Lin Family medical center, and had a skin graft surgery."
"He moved his mother's name to the handle, saying he hoped she could guard his choice." Li Wenkang spoke with a strange smile: "Because of this, the Srick family became prominent figures on various forums."
"Well... if you guys have time, you could help take some photos back? The Srick family has been manufacturing mining machinery for generations, and previously, a transaction exaggerated prices five million due to tight supply."
"....... "
Ansheng's face grew dark, lowering his head, he glanced at his little rattle handle, lifting a paw, he gave a vigorous scratch to his head.
"Hiss..... "
"Gotta say, that shrimp vein boy is truly filial, just ridiculously filial..."