Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Megatooth?"

Meng Chao recalled, "This name is very strange!"

Because of Nest City and the Golden Tooth Gang, Meng Chao was quite familiar with the underground order in Dragon City.

In fact, both he and Lu Siya are important members of the "Nest City Reconstruction Committee", and they are inextricably linked with the major gangs originally located in the Nest City.

He has a life-threatening friendship with the former Lord of the Nest City, a strong man in the divine realm, and the boss of Gold Tooth.

But Meng Chao didn't remember that in the old Dragon City, there was an all-powerful black market boss called "Megatooth".

Where did this smelly fish and rotten shrimp come from?

However, Ai Lei told Meng Chao tactfully that his information base should be updated in time - in the year since the monster war ended, the underground world of Dragon City can be called "the king's banner that changes at the top of the city", which is completely different from the past.

First of all, with the demolition and reconstruction of Nest City, the original smoky and filthy place has changed its old look and gradually developed into a popular leisure and entertainment area for ordinary citizens and an incubator for small and micro enterprises.

The original gangs in Nest City are also gradually transforming in the direction of enterprise, regularization, and legalization.

In the final analysis, who were the people who originally lived in Nest City?

They are all people who can't get along outside!

Although there are a small group of vicious outlaws hidden among them, the vast majority of Hive City residents are ordinary people with weak strength.

Even if extraordinary power is awakened, 99% of it is the realm.

And the original intention of these people to form a gang is nothing more than to make a living and struggle to survive.

Now that the problem of eating has been gradually solved with the reconstruction of the nest city, the gang of the nest city also lacks the spirit to continue to fight fiercely and lick blood with knife edge, and gradually withdraw from the stage of history.

But at the same time that the cancerous tumor in Nest City was completely removed, another bigger problem surfaced almost overnight following the victory of the monster war.

That is the problem of placement of a large number of martial arts superhumans.

More than half, or even two-thirds, of the extraordinary people in Dragon City belong to the fighting system, not the scientific research system.

After all, the vast majority of people awaken their extraordinary power at the moment of life and death when they are fighting monsters, not when they stay up late to revise their thesis or plan.

Needless to say, these typical warrior professions are super-killing style, extreme style, gun fighting style, and mecha style.

There are also professions such as mechanics, beast masters, and heroic envoys, all of which are varied and strange, but they all remain the same. They all use force to fight monsters.

During the monster war, the wilderness around Dragon City was full of beast hordes everywhere.

These extraordinary fighters of the fighting system can vent their strength at any time to the fullest, pursuing the pleasure of cutting the monster's blood vessels and nerves with precise cutting into the bones of the monster; enjoying the glory surrounded by cheers and flowers; using rare monster materials, The benefits of real money; and the sense of accomplishment of guarding the homeland and defending civilization.

This kind of pleasure, honor, profit and sense of accomplishment has prompted the vast majority of martial arts transcendents to turn their eyes to the wilderness, to the vicious monsters, and to be proud of dying on the battlefield. It is impossible to return to Dragon City and put their own The home was in a mess.

——This is also the reason why the Hive City gang can control the underground order for so long despite not being able to get on the stage, because the real strong people are eager to shine in the eyes of everyone, and they don't care about the so-called "underground world" at all.

But with the victory of the monster war, the situation changed suddenly.

A large number of fighting monsters who had spent their entire lives fighting monsters found that they had no use for them anymore.

With the annihilation of the monster mastermind, the monster civilization also collapsed.

There is no overwhelming tide of beasts waiting for them to brandish their blades and shed their blood.

There are no hell beasts or even doomsday beasts anymore, waiting for them to harvest priceless materials and exchange them for cultivation resources that will allow them to rush forward.

There are no more flowers, cheers, and applause—except when giving reports to elementary and middle school students and telling their own heroic deeds.

The problem is, if I have told the same story too many times and the primary and middle school students have heard it too many times, I will always get bored.

Of course, there are still monsters.

But most of them are suppressed and domesticated by humans, and implanted with identification chips belonging to a certain force, a certain group, and a certain company, which are sacred and inviolable private property.

No matter how sharp the sword of a martial arts superman is, he can't just go to a certain company's farm to fight monsters, right?

In this way, countless warriors of the martial arts department returned to Dragon City full of disappointment.

Then, they found that they had nothing to do.

Cultivation is actually a very embarrassing thing.

Once a person embarks on the road of martial arts practice, especially if he has achieved a little, he has once enjoyed the pleasure, benefits and honor brought by bloody storms, swords, lights and swords.

It will be difficult for him to return to normal society and engage in "normal" work.

It's hard to imagine that a superman of the martial arts department was still in the depths of the miasma-filled jungle yesterday, submerged his entire body into the swamp, and even his excrement was left in the mud, waiting for three days and three nights, Finally, when a hellish beast showed its flaws, it exploded suddenly. The rabbit rose and falconed, and in the blink of an eye, the dagger, as thin as a cicada's wing, was inserted into the bone seam of the back of the hellish beast.

Today, this superman of the martial arts department can sit in a cubicle in an office building in an orderly manner, curl up, lower his head, and deal with all kinds of cumbersome documents and data.

It is also hard to imagine that an extraordinary man of the martial arts department was still enjoying the cheers of the citizens yesterday. He was hailed as a hero, a warrior, the guardian of Dragon City, and even the savior. He was ready every minute to continue the civilization of Dragon City. , and sacrificed his precious life.

Today, I can accept that when the performance is not satisfactory, the time spent in the toilet is a little longer, and I will be scolded by the boss for nothing, bloody scolding, doubting life, and doubting that I am a piece of garbage.

What's even more frightening is that as long as there is no new war.

Such a boring, mediocre life, which is a hundred times crueler than fighting in the wilderness, will last forever.

Compared with the sense of loss and the decline in social status, the more serious and practical problem is that many martial arts transcendents have no money.

Yes, in the glorious days when there were monsters to fight, martial arts transcendents made a lot of money.

A lot of people were lucky enough to kill a ferocious hell beast, and the rare materials extracted from the monster's body might be exchanged for the income of ordinary people working hard in Dragon City for half a year or even a year.

But martial arts transcendents are used to the life of being drunk today.

After all, when you see your best friend every day, or someone who is dozens of times stronger than you, have their heads bitten off by monsters, their internal organs are emptied, and their bone marrow is sucked dry.

You can't save half a dime.

While there is still a head growing on my neck and my head is still panting, it is serious to drink a big bowl of wine, eat a big piece of meat, live a happy life, and exchange all the money for love, pleasure and power.

If it is said that the extraordinary people from the nine major cultivating families, relying on the support of super companies, don't have to worry too much about livelihood issues.

The middle and low-level transcendents who came from humble backgrounds, have no concept of financial management, and never think too much about the future. After discovering that the "monster fighting" skills they rely on for survival have turned into dragon-slaying skills, they can no longer maintain the consumption level they are accustomed to. , inevitably fell into a daze.

At first, they were not too panicked.

After all, just rewarding the merits of defeating the monster civilization can make them look good for a while.

But since he is an extraordinary person, of course it is impossible to store money in the bank like ordinary people, live frugally and save money.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

The martial arts transcendents who were used to wanton profligacy soon became empty-handed.

And when they woke up from the hangover with a splitting headache, when they drew their swords and looked around, they could no longer find any monsters that could be hunted and killed at will.

In order to accommodate these fighting supernatural beings.

Both the Extraordinary Tower and the Survival Committee were heartbroken.

The Chaofan Tower has expressed to all the registered transcendents more than once that the war is over, and the era of peaceful development will follow. All transcendents must conform to the trend of the times, be optimistic, active, and take the initiative to transform, and invest in a new, broader world. Go to the battlefield.

In particular, extraordinary fighters of the martial arts department must actively transform to the direction of scientific research, education, management, and manufacturing if possible, and continue to shine in new positions.

That's easy to say.

After all, holding a gun and holding a pen are not the same thing.

Cutting the throat of a monster is even more irrelevant than tapping the keyboard and making up a PPT.

Like Lu Siya, who can both mine prospecting and mining, and also has the talent of management, after all, it is a rare existence.

Even this kind of talent can only be honed slowly with the backing of the wealthy and powerful Lu family and Huanyu Group.

For the vast majority of low- and middle-level transcendents who come from humble backgrounds and are accustomed to killing every cell in their bodies for 24 hours, the so-called "transformation" is really easier said than done!

Of course, if you don't expect too high salary level and social status, you don't need much fun and meaning in the work content.

There are always jobs.

No matter how bad the fighting superman is, finding a job with heavy physical strength, such as moving bricks, delivering couriers, installing and cleaning the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings, will definitely be fine.

The question is, how do you keep your face down?

Many martial arts superhumans have always been the glory of the family, they are "other people's children" in the neighborhood, they are the hope of the whole village, and they are existences that the entire community should look up to.

Now, they want them to compete for a certain job with those ordinary people who were once protected by them and admired them so much, and use their extraordinary power to grab the jobs of ordinary people?

This kind of thing is simply social death!

Rather than accepting the strange eyes of family members and neighbors, it would be more joyful and honorable to be bitten to death by a monster in the depths of the wilderness back then!