Chapter 257: Face Greener Than Buttocks
After reaching a deal with the vending machine, Zhou Yuan returned to the staff dormitory calmly and lay dormant.

It will take at least one or two days before more employees can eat the meals that are added with technology and hard work. The more employees are infected, the greater the trauma to the factory.

Late at night, Zhou Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed like everyone else, meditating and practicing, while his consciousness entered the dark plane to observe.

The reproduction rate of the three major families (rat people, snake people, and insect people) is very exaggerated. Now the number of dark creatures has reached about 500,000, enough to be called a small country.

The area of ​​the First City has expanded to the size of two new Shanghai cities, and many research institutions have been established there, focusing on cutting-edge exploration and research in multiple fields such as science and technology, psychic power, genetics, and magic, and have achieved certain results.

Several new cities were established in resource-rich areas, announcing the arrival of a period of great development in the dark plane. Modern factories sprang up, pushing the wheel of ethnic development forward. Dark creatures multiplied and spread wantonly in this world, expanding like a snowball and expanding madly at an alarming rate.

They research technology, develop spiritual powers, learn spells, edit genes, and mutate and evolve at a rapid speed under the nourishment of divine power. New populations are created every day, and research results emerge in an endless stream, presenting a state of thriving vitality and competition among all things.

The same is true on the bright plane.

While developing on their own, the creatures of the two planes have not forgotten the existence of gods, and always maintain a devout faith, regularly holding masses, offering sacrifices and other activities.

Sacrifice is not a bloody ritual of living sacrifice, but an offering of large amounts of minerals, potions, materials and other extraordinary items to the gods.

In other words, it means making money for Zhou Yuan.

The total amount of star coins has now reached 220 million. Zhou Yuan decided to save more and wait to buy equipment and props with higher quality and stronger effects.

"There are also extraordinary items in the food produced by the vending machine. If you can get it, the speed of making money will rise to a higher level. By then, it won't take long to achieve financial freedom."

Zhou Yuan secretly decided that the vending machines must be brought under his control.

It would be great if it could be restored. It is a real universal wishing machine that can do almost anything.

At this moment, a loud noise broke the silence, a vibration was heard in the distance, and everyone in the dormitory suddenly opened their eyes.

Then, a shrill alarm sounded over the factory.

Then there were continuous rumbling sounds and the earth was shaking continuously.

"Is there a war?" A mercenary who had been on the battlefield for many years narrowed his eyes. This feeling was very familiar to him. It was an artillery bombardment, and the point of exchange of fire was about three kilometers away.

If I remember correctly, that was the boundary of the factory, with a tall and thick wall erected there... Was it used to defend against attacks?
But who is attacking?
[The snacks produced by the Reagan Food Processing Factory have invaded many worlds, causing those worlds to quietly slide into the abyss. Some organizations have discovered this, so they have united to form a resistance army, determined to destroy this evil factory.]

Rebels? Are these the people who attacked the factory mentioned by the Eye of Appraisal? Zhou Yuan had a flash of thought and wanted to go out to see what was going on, but just as he was about to open the door, a cold voice came from the corridor.

"Everyone, stay in the dormitory and don't go anywhere!"

[Don't violate the dormitory manager's words, this is the rule. 】

Zhou Yuan's hand that was reaching for the door handle paused, then he retracted it. Although he had ways to fight against the rules, there was no need to cause trouble right now. He could just wait quietly for Wallace's time to come.

The bombardment lasted for more than half an hour before it stopped. After that, there was silence all night and no more fighting broke out.

morning.

Zhou Yuan wandered around the four security rooms in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest directions and found that there were many fewer people in the security team, and even the security team leaders had been replaced by two.

All the security guards were injured, and the expressions of the new recruits who had just joined the company yesterday were as ugly as if they had eaten a dead fly - they thought being a security guard was an easy job, but they almost lost their lives.

"Is the rebels' firepower so strong?"

Zhou Yuan was somewhat surprised. You know, there were several Level 5 Transcendents among the security guards. How could they be killed? No wonder the Eye of Appraisal said that the casualty rate of the security guards was extremely high.

However, even so, the rebels were unable to break into the factory. It seems that the factory is quite powerful and can be compared to an impregnable fortress.

But...the most impregnable fortress is most easily breached from within.

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That night.

On the soul-chasing and life-threatening assembly line, the employees who were working like machines suddenly felt something was wrong. They frowned and their hands' movements gradually slowed down.

"What are you doing?!" The line manager flew into a rage. This stoppage would seriously delay the pace of production!
At other times, the employees would have certainly explained with fear and trepidation, because in this factory, the higher-ranking officials have absolute power to punish the employees who do not work well. But at this time, no one paid any attention to the line leader. Everyone had a distorted face, bent over and covered their abdomen, as if they were enduring great pain.

"My stomach... hurts..."

A 4th-order Beyonder employee was sweating profusely from the pain. Seeing that everyone had the same reaction, he felt something was wrong: "It's impossible for me to have a stomachache for no reason at my level. Someone must have poisoned me, and it's a very strong poison!"

"Poison? Are you kidding me? The food I eat is all kinds of toxins! What kind of poison can give me a stomachache?" A supernatural creature that feeds on poison grimaced in pain. After looking around, he said, "Even those guys without stomachs have 'stomachaches'. This must be some kind of conceptual ability!"

There was wailing at the scene, and the severe pain made everyone's face greener than the stock market.

"No, I can't hold it anymore, I need to go to the bathroom!" An employee rushed out first.

The first domino that fell triggered a chain of chaos. Countless people rushed to the outside. At this time, the line leaders, security guards and others were unable to maintain order because they also felt severe stomach cramps.

The crowd dispersed, but the assembly line was still running at high speed. Bags of snacks piled up into small hills at the end, constantly piling up and multiplying until they formed a sea.

The same thing happened in various parts of the factory. The production line, transportation, security, clerical staff...all collapsed, and the entire factory was paralyzed for a while.

More than two-thirds of the employees experienced symptoms such as abdominal pain, diarrhea, vomiting, fever, and weakness.

Even evil spirits, succubi, robots, stone men, and radiation eaters, extraordinary creatures that eat special food and don't even have digestive organs, have shown the same symptoms.

This convinced many people that this was not a simple food poisoning, but a premeditated and despicable attack, but they had no time to care about anything else as they had been forcibly transformed into Splatoons by some abnormal force.

The toilets were soon overcrowded and there were not enough seats, so many people had to go to the park to relieve themselves, paying tribute to the streets of medieval Europe.

Sharp alarms sounded throughout the entire factory, and some extraordinary creatures with keen perception vaguely sensed that some unknown changes were taking place in the factory at this time.

[During the terrifying Wallace time, more than two-thirds of the employees "went on strike" and more than 90% of the business was paralyzed. At this moment, the factory ushered in an unprecedented period of weakness. ]

"Prepare to freeze your hands!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhou Yuan immediately opened the door to the dark plane.

Rumble, rumble...

From the depths of darkness came the low roar of running engines. From the ancient and huge door, heavy armored vehicles rushed out, followed by countless tanks, armed helicopters, and thousands of cold and fully armed figures.

A solemn and murderous atmosphere spread between heaven and earth.

With abundant resources, sufficient talents, and enough knowledge points to light up the technology tree, the dark plane has developed at an unimaginable speed. It has long ago upgraded its medieval cavalry into a modern elite legion.

Zhou Yuan calmly gave the order:

"—free fire."

Then the tanks roared and blasted out flames of destruction.

The roar of destruction echoed throughout the factory, engulfing everything in flames.

Fierce flames rose from the earth, chaos was boiling, and the entire factory shook violently, emitting weeping and blood-curdling wails in the violent ravages.

In the horrific explosion, buildings were blown to pieces and crushed into ruins. Countless employees did not even have time to wipe their buttocks. They just pulled up their pants and started fleeing. In the face of life and death crisis, the severe pain in their stomachs seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Which organization has broken in?" Some extraordinary people were extremely shocked after seeing the Dark Legion. Having such an elite force is one of the few major forces in the entire extraordinary world.

If placed in remote areas of Africa and South America, it would be enough to stir up trouble and dominate the area and become a local emperor.

"They are all dark creatures. They seem to be members of the Holy Crow Cult."

"Damn, that makes sense. Who else except that bunch of bastards could come up with such a sinister idea?" A man holding up his pants had a gloomy face. It was obvious that he had some unpleasant old accounts with the Holy Crow Cult, and now he had added a new one.

But now is not the time to turn hostile, just run away first.

The employees fled in all directions, but some figures rushed against the flow of people. They were the factory security guards.

The guards' faces were livid, looking uglier than death. They wanted to run, but they had to fulfill their duty as security guards under the constraints of the rules and protect the property safety of the factory, otherwise they would be punished by the factory.

——During the factory defense battle last night, several new security guards were so frightened that they tried to escape during the chaos. As a result, they attracted the backlash of the "contract" and died on the spot.

If you don't want to die on the spot, you have to bite the bullet and carry on. However, such behavior is no different from a mayfly trying to shake a tree. The only difference is that you will live... a few seconds longer.

The sound of surging tides sounded, and scarlet blood surged in from all directions.

Bloody flood!

(End of this chapter)