Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic-Chapter 942 - 474: Rebel Speech (Part 2)

Even for existence like the Brutal Evil God, watching Su Yu so recklessly would ultimately lead to Su Yu discovering its true identity.

But currently, in this dream realm, Su Yu doesn’t possess Spiritual Energy; he only has Spiritual Telekinesis.

Luckily, through self-hypnosis along the way, Su Yu has restored his Spiritual Telekinesis to the Fourth Rank and is rapidly strengthening it.

Given time, he will be able to recover to the Fifth Rank.

This is why he dared to proceed alone.

Even without Spiritual Energy, Power of Time, or other strengths, merely relying on his powerful Spiritual Telekinesis, there are only one or two entities in this Dream World that can threaten him.

However, Su Yu chose not to hide his identity and instead used his real name, not out of confidence in his strength but out of necessity.

In this dream realm, [actions] matter; if he chose to conceal his name and used a fake one.

A change in the dream might turn the fake name real, and he might no longer be Su Yu, adopting another identity.

Turning into Li Yu, Wang Yu would be troublesome.

This dream realm, being the Chaotic Evil God’s dream, is a bizarre natural phenomenon capable of changing one’s identity and fate.

Previously, Su Yu’s identity and fate were exchanged with the Pain Evil God; if another swap occurs, no one knows what might happen.

Therefore, Su Yu must act under his real name, even if it attracts attention.

Now it seems he has indeed attracted attention, but who has noticed him remains uncertain.

Perhaps the Pain Evil God or Brutal Evil God have already pinpointed Su Yu’s location.

Su Yu knows this is inevitable.

If they intend to act, they too will be exposed.

"Speaking of which, the Pain Evil God flaunting the title ’Supreme Ruler Su Yu’ instead of the Pain Evil God’s identity might bring trouble, possibly influenced by the Dark Emperor’s power, making rash decisions?"

"I must be cautious not to fall into a similar trap."

The Pain Evil God now claims to be Supreme Ruler Su Yu, thus having exchanged identities; now, the Pain Evil God is truly "Supreme Ruler Su Yu."

Presumably already welded onto the Mechanical Throne, unable to escape, it’s their own fault.

Su Yu, thinking cautiously, stepped into the small tavern.

Despite the poverty, decay, and severe pollution in this exile, there were still entertainment venues like taverns.

People used their scarce food to brew crude liquor to numb their nerves hardened by prolonged pain for a brief respite of peace.

Some even found ordinary liquor inadequate, opting to spike it with mechanical lubricants to enhance the potency.

These mechanical lubricants have a strong anesthetic effect due to spiritual crafting during manufacturing.

Toxic to ordinary people but not lethal to Transcendents, and in this Dark Giant City, almost everyone has some Spiritual Energy, so these drinks spiked with mechanical lubricants might harm health, damage nerves, and shorten lifespan.

However, in this godforsaken place where one doesn’t know how long they’ll live, shortening lifespan is insignificant.

Hence, many people drink excessively, especially those drinks spiked with mechanical lubricants.

On the streets, one can often see people intoxicated, reeking of booze and oil.

These fellows have earned the nickname "Oil Men."

The place where they frequently gather is dubbed the "Oil House."

And the small tavern Su Yu now entered is indeed an Oil House.

Su Yu reminisced about these "settings," astonished.

What a bizarre mess? Yet it seems somewhat reasonable.

How did this Chaotic Evil God create such a dream?

Or is it that the Pain Evil God or Brutal Evil God influenced the dream, resulting in these settings?

While thinking, Su Yu examined the interior of the "Oil House."

As he expected, the inside of the Oil House was a different world, outwardly appearing to have merely a few dozen square feet.

But upon entry, the space was vast, crowded with tens of thousands of people, continuously increasing.

Among tables and chairs, those seated were numerous; Su Yu randomly selected a chair.

Near the chair’s armrest, he touched it and obtained a cup filled with a mixture of oil and alcohol, emitting a strong odor.

This rebel gathering surprisingly offered drinks and liquor.

Su Yu lifted the cup, frowned, sniffed it, and tried a sip; the taste was peculiar but surprisingly acceptable.

After one gulp, he felt entirely "lubricated," invigorating his spirit as if it were some great tonic.

However, Su Yu knew this feeling was deceptive, with the lubricant’s toxicity eroding his body.

Yet undeniably, it was delicious; Su Yu took another sip.

Now he too was an Oil Man. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Tsk, tsk, surely the work of those Gourmet Mechanics."

Without investigating, Su Yu knew it’s the handiwork of those culinary-enthused individuals consumed by this dream realm.

Those Gourmet Mechanics, once absorbed into this dream realm, must have lost their original identities and memories, but their nature persists.

This oil liquor is likely their creation.

Managing to concoct such peculiar drinks in such an adverse environment demonstrates their ingenuity.

Su Yu savored the oil liquor, gazing toward the center of the space.

There lay a huge podium, clear preparations were underway for some speech, although the speaker hadn’t appeared yet, seemingly waiting for the audience to be in place.

Su Yu glanced around, noticing layers upon layers, indicating more than one such space centering around the podium, stacking hundreds of layers.

One layer housed tens to hundreds of thousands of people; hundreds of layers likely encompassed billions.

The scale of this rebel assembly was truly astonishing.

Su Yu was somewhat eager to see what this so-called rebel speech entailed.

Patiently waiting, he finally saw an apparition on the podium.

It was someone Su Yu recognized... Song Ming!

Indeed, from the Sky Rail City gathering of tens of thousands of Third Rank experts, the young expert who suggested if Su Yu ever went mad, he should be killed.

Following Song Ming’s proposal, he was immediately sealed by others.

This fellow didn’t fare well outside, yet in this dream realm crafted a remarkable reputation, donned in a crisp dark red uniform seemingly transformed from Battle Armor, looking energetic and handsome.

He strode to the podium’s center, breathing deeply and speaking loudly: "Today, I’m here to tell you something..."

Subsequently, Song Ming delivered an impassioned and provocative speech.

From everyone’s life experiences to the city’s darkness and injustice, to the brutality of Supreme Ruler Su Yu, he voiced all the unspeakable thoughts scattered in their minds.

Admittedly, Song Ming was truly talented.

Originally, many attending were somewhat lost, even some Oil Men came merely for the free drinks.

But after Song Ming’s speech, eyes reddened as feelings were stirred within them.

Concluding with a passionate shout, Song Ming cried: "Do you willingly submit to being ruled by that tyrant Su Yu until death?"

"No, we do not!"

The crowd roared like an ocean wave!

"What are you prepared to do?"

Song Ming asked.

"March upon the Mechanical Palace, slaughter that tyrant Su Yu and his lackeys!"

The crowd fervently shouted.

The atmosphere brimmed with fervor and brutality; even the weakest felt their hearts fueled with blood and courage.

As the ambiance reached its peak, suddenly!

Boom!

The whole speech space shattered with dark gates emerging.

Out of the dark gates emerged massive mechanical creations akin to torture devices, belonging to Supreme Ruler Su Yu’s Mechanical Forbidden Guards.

There were also blood-smeared figures with exposed viscera, faces contorted in agony.

These were the Painful Monks under Supreme Ruler Su Yu!

"Rebellion! Death!"

The Mechanical Forbidden Guards scanned the crowd, voicing without emotion.