dmims Chapter 233 To defeat magic with magic
Chapter 233 To defeat magic with magic
Chapter 233 To defeat magic with magic
"What is love? A 100-yuan bio-battery can accompany you for 400 kilometers, a 50,000-yuan doll can accompany you for 20 years, and if you send her a 52000-yuan red envelope for a holiday, she can only post it on her WeChat Moments and even blur out your profile picture."
"The wives others spend tens or hundreds of thousands on dowry to marry, you can have for 50,000 yuan. What are you waiting for?"
"No marital disputes, no fear of property division, no worries about being cuckolded, and no risk of contracting diseases—you won't find another partner as perfect as this."
Such incidents have recently swept through the entire Ning City, and even show signs of spreading to the entire Zhongxia region.
A large number of oppressed second-class citizens were attracted by it and placed orders to buy it.
Those with the means can create their own character and model according to their preferences; those without the skills can simply use the official template and place an order.
According to statistics from Stix BioLabs, most of the orderers are single men aged 20 to 45. They mostly have some savings, but they are not considered wealthy.
According to the classification of the three major companies, they should be considered as the middle class among second-class citizens.
This group consists of Stix BioLabs' biggest supporters and the company's primary customers.
As for other types of people, there are some, but they account for a small percentage. The company will consider expanding into this market once things stabilize.
"I can understand a repressed single man finding himself a wife," Modi said, browsing the product reviews with a strange expression. "But finding himself a mother, I really can't understand."
"A very good product. It makes up for the maternal love I've always lacked. Love comes from Ning City... Pfft, who are these people? It can't be Xia Ya, can it?" The prophet could hardly suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.
The person who posted this comment is obviously a human born from an artificial womb.
"Look at this," the prophet pointed to another comment, "there are even people who want to be emperors, who have bought several to serve as their harem."
Modi noticed the comment and his smile never left his face.
Looking for a mother, wanting to be an emperor, wanting to replicate "Interspecies Review Guide," Fury fans, and other strange... From customer orders and reviews, he saw biodiversity.
Styx BioLabs' doll categories are no longer limited to humanoid and humanoid shapes; many more strange categories have been added.
"Several companies are very interested in our bioprinting technology, including Hongtu," the Prophet added. "They have expressed interest in collaborating with us or acquiring our technology."
"Cooperation is negotiable, but acquisition is out of the question. A true man lives between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long?"
What Modi wants is for the company to grow into an entity that stands shoulder to shoulder with, or even surpasses, the three giants.
"That's how I turned them down too, but those companies are no pushovers; they've been fighting corporate wars for ages... Oh, just in time, someone's here."
As soon as the prophet finished speaking, the floor-to-ceiling windows on their floor shattered instantly, and a fierce wind howled outwards.
The alarm suddenly went off, its sharp, piercing sound echoing across the top floor.
Strangely, apart from the two people, there was no one else in the entire top-floor office, as if the shattering of the glass was just an accident.
But both of them knew that he was there.
Without warning, Modi raised his right hand, pointed his fingers into a sword shape, and swung it to his side and behind him.
The witch factor he obtained from the experimental subject took effect; a deep crack appeared where his finger traced.
Without exception, all the kinetic energy projectiles that suddenly appeared shot into the crack.
The invisible assassin, startled from the side and behind, had barely reacted when he heard a cold laugh.
"Do you really think we're just ordinary people who can't even kill a chicken?"
He turned around sharply, and a dark crack came into view. From the crack, several bullets shot out, heading straight for him.
"These patterns... are from the bullets I just fired!"
Although the assassin was shocked, the chip in his brain had already taken action for him.
The high-frequency cutting blade was drawn from its sheath, leaving afterimages in the air as it was propelled by an arm equipped with a biomimetic, intricate skeleton.
In the blink of an eye, all the bullets aimed at him were split in two.
Panting heavily, the assassin felt no relief. He cursed under his breath, and several more blades sprang from his back, clashing with a red blade emerging from a crack under the control of the chip.
Zheng.
After exchanging blows several times, the blade on the assassin's back broke off completely, but the red blade still swung with unstoppable momentum, slashing straight at him.
"Damn it, why is the target so troublesome?" The assassin gritted his teeth, turned around, and swung his high-frequency cutting knife.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two dark gun barrels aimed at him from the left.
It was a gun, a shotgun that looked quite old, probably from over a hundred years ago.
Bang!
Blood and flames erupted from the gun muzzle that emerged from the crack. Two bullets pierced the assassin's body, crushing his chitinous shell and alloy skeleton, and finally piercing his artificial heart.
The next second, the red knife grazed the high-frequency cutting blade, swept across his neck, and took his head away.
With a thud, the assassin fell to the ground, blood and coolant flowing from his wound, with sparks occasionally flashing on the seeping liquid.
The cracks disappeared, leaving the entire office in a mess. Paper documents were scattered everywhere, a large hole was broken in the floor-to-ceiling glass, and a decapitated corpse lay on the floor.
The security department arrived late. When the head minister entered, his sharp eyes swept across the office, lingering for a moment on the corpse on the floor and the unharmed Mordy, his pupils dilating slightly.
The security personnel scattered to maintain order, while the minister approached Mordy and asked with concern, "I'm sorry, CEO, we're late. Are you alright?"
Modi shook his head and gave the prophet a wink.
The prophet remained expressionless, raised the dragon flame in his hand, and without hesitation pulled the trigger on the Minister of Security.
A flash of light appeared from the muzzle of the gun, and after a loud bang, another headless corpse lay on the ground.
The security personnel around the area were shocked by the gunshot and instinctively raised their guns, only to hear Mordy's cold voice: "Security Minister Ulysses colluded with Comon Pharmaceuticals to attempt to steal company secrets and murder the executive officer. He is hereby relieved of his post as minister."
After saying that, he pointed to a member of the security department and said, "Zhang Cheng, you will temporarily serve as the acting minister."
The security personnel he pointed to were initially startled, but a hint of joy quickly appeared on their faces before they were quickly concealed, and they saluted and said yes.
This man, whose ex-wife had just swindled most of his fortune, was both a fervent supporter of the company's products and someone who knew how to seize opportunities.
After taking over the power of the head of the security department, he directed his subordinates to clean up the mess, and at the same time, under Modi's instruction, he began to investigate those who had been bribed within the company.
"They won't give up easily," the prophet warned. "After realizing we're not easy to deal with, they'll likely change their targets and turn their attention to our factories, laboratories, and employees."
"Then let them go."
Modi was not worried about this.
Those people have no idea how many Blood Gods have been planted in various departments of the company, and even in its factories and laboratories.
If they really make a move, Blood God Child, who usually disguises himself as an employee, will jump out and ensure that they never return.
"My informants and henchmen are everywhere in the company. I'd like to see how they plan to cause trouble."
"And what about public opinion?" the prophet asked again. "We're outmatched militarily, so they'll definitely launch a media offensive. How should we respond?"
After a moment of silence, Mordy uttered a single sentence: "Use magic to defeat magic."
He specifically learned advanced techniques from the Wieland-Yutani Company, techniques applicable to dividing people, creating conflict, and diverting attention from problems...
The propaganda department, composed entirely of Blood God's offspring, is skillfully utilizing this experience to help the company seize the high ground in public opinion.
"Some people will definitely say that there are problems with the company's products. Although there aren't any now, there certainly will be in the future."
"Perfect timing. In the process of producing dolls, we also have some less important byproducts. We need to hire people first and let them falsely accuse our byproducts of being problematic in advance."
"We will immediately clarify the situation and make those employees apologize."
"In this process, it is important to control the scale. The heat should not be too great, just right. Do it every now and then so that people become numb to it."
"At the same time, we hire online trolls to spread the message that rival companies are attacking us. That way, when the enemy actually starts attacking us, people will subconsciously side with us."
"We must safeguard our customer base and remember that our foundation is the long-suppressed single population, not anything else. The design and development of our products should primarily cater to this group."
"We could also set up a doll protection association to secretly promote the idea of improving dolls' treatment and even granting them citizenship, in order to fight against those monsters and demons... In short, we must use magic to defeat magic."
This is no longer about using magic to defeat magic, but about using evil to fight evil.
The prophet felt ashamed, always feeling that this combination of attacks might give rise to something like IgBT+, just like in the early days of European and American servers.
An organization dedicated to protecting the rights of extreme dolls?
"Aren't we going to mess things up?" the prophet asked hesitantly.
"Whether we go too far or not is not important. As long as we can get in touch with the Ring Computer, we have already achieved our basic goal."
They have absolutely created a cancer, and Modi knows that.
But they have to do this because their rivals, those companies and enterprises, have long since exhausted similar tactics. To fight against them, they must be even more ruthless.
The war of public opinion is just the beginning; the real deciding factor will ultimately be force.
Behind the scenes, Blood God's assassinations of high-ranking officials in various companies are certainly not uncommon.
Only by terrifying them and making them realize the disparity in military strength between the two sides will they likely calm down.
What cannot be obtained on the battlefield, one should not expect to obtain at the negotiating table; Modi regarded this saying as a golden rule.