Chapter 302: Chapter 292: A Sheep in the Tiger’s Den

This was the second time Tang Mo and Mr. Hu had been to the Euthanasia Room. Compared to the anxiety and panic of their first visit, the current quiet allowed them to take in their surroundings.

The walls of the Euthanasia Room were snow-white. The windows were closed, and no sunlight could get in.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. If one sniffed carefully, a scent of decay could be detected underneath it.

Tang Mo had long known that despite its name, the Euthanasia Room was neither peaceful nor happy. The only destination for those deemed superfluous by this world was the massive grinder inside.

And the end point of this grinder was the planting fields and breeding farms, where they became feed or fertilizer.

Tang Mo even suspected that people taken away for breaking the rules met the same end. After all, in a world with no prisons, no one ever asked where the arrested went. And no one ever saw them come back.

One had to admit, Mr. Hu’s composure was truly excellent; even Tang Mo was a little impressed.

He had regained his composure in such a short time and was holding Mumu, observing the budding flower on its body.

"This flower... it will bloom today."

Hu Bin gazed at the bud, certain it would bloom today.

Bo Niou also seemed to understand that today was not a day for carefree play. The tense atmosphere made it lie quietly at Tang Mo’s feet, trying its best not to make a sound.

Tang Mo sat there, beginning to extend her spiritual power outward to observe the distant surroundings.

In a glass building not far away, there were no longer any humans at work. In their place were dozens of densely packed constructs.

Tang Mo watched them for a long time and realized their five senses didn’t seem as sharp as a normal person’s. ’Perhaps they primarily rely on information transmitted by the Heavenly Eyes, directed by the system to perform their functions with greater efficiency and agility.’

The sight of these densely packed constructs truly unsettled Tang Mo.

She glanced back at Mr. Hu, who was now intently observing Mumu, and decided not to tell him.

’If he knew how close they were to danger, she wasn’t sure he could maintain his calm demeanor.’

There was nothing they could do right now except wait—wait for fate’s verdict at eight o’clock tonight.

If the rules didn’t change by tonight and she still hadn’t found a way out, Tang Mo truly didn’t know what their final fate would be.

Tang Mo began to check the pearl inside her body. The Life Energy Pearl was still there, showing no signs of wanting to merge.

Since she finally had some downtime, Tang Mo took the opportunity to organize her Space.

The High-level Crystal Stones in her Space were piled into several small mountains. At a normal rate of use, it was more than she could go through in several lifetimes.

She had used some of the items from her mini-supermarket, but it was still packed to the brim—a delightful sight.

She had two warehouses. The refrigerated one was filled with hot meals she had prepared and some precious, perishable abnormal treasures, like the Spiritual Flower she had acquired.

The other warehouse was no longer filled with Crystal Stones. After all, Tang Mo had too many of those now; to her, they were no longer rare treasures.

The warehouse was filled with all kinds of treasures Tang Mo had collected, as well as some precious materials obtained from mutant beasts.

Food, clothes, supplies, various treasures, and the hard currency of Crystal Stones—Tang Mo had it all.

This gave Tang Mo, who had been terrified of poverty, a great sense of security. However, even though she was now ranked number one in Huaxia...

...the unknown disaster and terror mentioned in the email prevented her from truly feeling at ease.

’I have to fight even harder for those five pearls.’

The sky gradually darkened, and the flower bud on Mumu, living up to Mr. Hu’s expectations, began to slowly unfurl.

Even Tang Mo, who knew nothing about plants, could tell the flower was about to bloom.

It was five in the evening, only three hours until the new rules were announced.

Tang Mo’s spiritual power, which she kept extended, suddenly fluctuated. She focused her senses and saw large groups of constructs beginning to pour into the open area.

The constructs weren’t moving quickly; it didn’t look like they had discovered them and were coming for the arrest.

’It couldn’t be...’

’Oh no!’

Tang Mo suddenly thought of something.

During the day, those constructs were scattered throughout the city maintaining order and working. Tang Mo had never considered where they went at night when they were "off duty."

Constructs weren’t people. They didn’t have homes, much less houses.

And the only place they could go... was this open area.

And this area of empty houses was their resting place—and their main base!

She originally thought the most dangerous place would be the safest. She never imagined her decision was the equivalent of a sheep walking straight into a tiger’s den.

But it was too late for regrets now. Tang Mo immediately told Mr. Hu, who was still oblivious to the situation outside.

"How long until the main group of constructs arrives?"

Mr. Hu looked at his watch. It was only two and a half hours until eight o’clock.

"Half an hour."

Tang Mo had to extend her spiritual power very far to sense them. The constructs were coming from all corners of the city, and it would take them about half an hour to arrive.

In other words, they had to hold out for at least another two hours to have any hope of survival.

The number of constructs in the entire city was terrifyingly large. There weren’t many houses here. If Tang Mo wasn’t mistaken, every single one of these houses would end up crammed with resting constructs, and even the large open spaces would become their rest areas.

The moment a construct tried to enter this room—whether it succeeded or Tang Mo barricaded the door—they would inevitably be discovered.

Tang Mo closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

’There has to be a way. There’s still half an hour. I can definitely think of something.’

Seeing Tang Mo like this, Hu Bin didn’t dare disturb her and could only wait quietly.

Time ticked by, second by second. Ten minutes later, Tang Mo’s eyes suddenly snapped open, her gaze falling on the construct she had tied up in the room.

She walked over and lightly touched the construct’s body.

’It’s no good. The construct remains motionless on the floor, and I can’t pull it into my Space.’

These constructs were made in this world to perfectly imitate humans, so complete that they even had brains.

This meant that even without commands from the system, these constructs could rely on their own consciousness to perform some daily actions and speech.

For a construct possessing consciousness, it had to be "killed" before Tang Mo could take it into her Space, just like the one before.

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