Chapter 799: Chapter 799

The sky was barely breaking. On the fields of Farm 18, Black and Asian slaves were already managing the vineyard.

Qing Chen roughly estimated that there were at least seven hundred slaves.

He walked among the grapevine trellises. The winding, drooping vines provided him with excellent cover.

Some Black and Asian slaves noticed the sound, but when they looked back, they saw nothing, thinking it was just their imagination.

While tending to the vines, the slaves talked: "I heard the commotion this morning was someone fighting Storm City's fleet. Is it the Rebellion?"

"Shh," a slave whispered. "Don't you want to live? You dare discuss the Rebellion? What if the chip behind your ear hears you?"

"Didn't you hear what people in town said? That chip is only for location tracking, it has no listening function." A Black man said nonchalantly. "I heard the Rebellion advocates for freeing slaves…"

"What does it matter to us? The Rebellion can't beat Storm City's fleet! Hurry and take care of the garden. The steward arrived at the manor last night. Apparently, Earl Kenedy's eldest son is coming to vacation with his friends, celebrating something they got in the Virtual Realm… The steward told us to clean the manor this morning. If there's any mess, we'll all be punished."

At the mention of the steward, everyone fell silent, as if they all avoided talking about him.

Slave trading in the Roosevelt Kingdom is a very regulated market, with a complete system and market for slave transactions.

Once someone becomes a slave, the administrative officials will install a control program. It can be controlled on a mobile phone or other electronic devices by simply downloading a slave APP.

Opening the APP, the slave owner can see a map showing the location of his slaves, along with their heart rate, blood oxygen data, and daily steps.

When trading slaves, citizens need to pay a 1% tax, and then the control of the slave will be transferred from the previous owner's APP to the new owner's APP.

It's very convenient.

In the kingdoms of the West Continent, buying a person is as convenient as buying a tomato.

If a slave secretly removes the chip, it will immediately explode.

Qing Chen only learned about this restriction when he infiltrated the Air Fortress, which is why he couldn't impersonate a slave; at the very least, he could only impersonate a freeman.

At this moment, Qing Chen also obtained important information: Earl Kenedy's eldest son will arrive at this seaside farm for vacation today!

Since it's a vacation, he'll return to the city in a short time. Maybe I can sneak into Storm City with them.

Walking deeper into the farm, he saw a pure white, technologically advanced building in the distance, covering more than 2,000 square meters. If you count the usable area of the villa, including the second floor and basement, it probably has more than 6,000 square meters.

This is a true manor!

Outside the manor, there is a huge surfing pool and even a small water park.

Qing Chen quietly sneaked over and into the villa's second floor, as agile as a gecko.

He listened quietly and heard a male voice scolding, "I've said it before, the second-floor floor must be wiped with deerskin, ensuring there are no water stains. Were you lazy again? Lift up your skirts!"

Then, Qing Chen heard the sound of a whip lashing against human skin, more than ten times. The person being whipped sobbed softly.

He was stunned. This guy's pretty twisted!

The man whipped the whip while grinning, "The five of you come to my room tonight. I'll teach you slaves a lesson for the Boss. Now put your skirts down, stop crying. The young master will kill you if he sees you! Quickly work, every corner and crevice must be cleaned! Lazy slaves deserve to be slaves for life!"

This wasn't Earl Kenedy's son, but the steward who arrived earlier to prepare!

Now Qing Chen understands why the slaves preferred to play Peace Elite on a deserted island rather than return.

Slaves have no human rights; they are like a group of caged livestock.

Qing Chen took a small mirror from the dressing table in the room and quietly peeked out. He saw four or five Asian female slaves quickly getting up to fetch deerskin cloths, while the Asian steward in a black vest and white shirt arrogantly inspected the surroundings, gradually walking towards the room where Qing Chen was. Fınd the newest release on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽

The steward walked into the room, his eyes like a hawk, scanning every corner for dust and cobwebs.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him and turned around sharply, but found nothing.

He let out a soft "huh" and then sneered, "The air flow in the room isn't right. You think you can really hide from me?"

This steward is actually a Metahuman!

The steward suddenly attacked behind him, but he unexpectedly found his fist firmly grasped in someone's hand. A current passed through his palm, and the steward trembled like a sieve.

Qing Chen sighed inwardly, "You're a C-Class, and you're acting so tough?!"

"From your tone, I thought you were A-Class. You almost scared me!"

Qing Chen held his mouth with one hand, smiling at him, "As everyone knows, smiles don't appear or disappear out of thin air. They simply transfer from your face to mine. I call this law the law of smile conservation. Do you agree?"

At this moment, the sound of vehicle engines came from outside.

More than twenty cars stopped outside. Young voices faintly came, "This time, we've latched onto White Light's leg. You guys cleared the game later; I was among the first witnesses. At that time, I invited the Rothschild girls to play an escape room. I just wanted to scare the girls and make them throw themselves into my arms, but unexpectedly, I met White Light."

"At that time, he glanced at the first level and found the solution. The second level had such difficult mental arithmetic problems, yet he solved them in more than ten seconds! I was shocked! When I followed him to level 162, I was numb. Who would have thought that our names would be left in the history of the Virtual Realm! This is the first time the 136th multi-world has been cleared!"

Others said, "So envious, why didn't I have such good luck."

"Come on," the young man who spoke earlier laughed. "Didn't I call you guys as soon as I had good news? Now we're all Thunderbolt Mages. Won't we be walking sideways in the Virtual Realm in the future? By the way, FFF said there might be other projects later, maybe even monster-killing and leveling up. He should be White Light's assistant. I secretly gave him 200,000, so he'll call me if there's any good news."

"By the way, Lanshan, should we also create a guild? Now that we all have inherited professions, even if our guild isn't as powerful as Storm, Phoenix, or Black Water, it should still have a place."

Lanshan thought for a moment, "No, I think we should ask White Light. What if he wants to create a guild too? Think about it, when we entered the superconductor, we had to carefully mold ourselves into Asian faces to avoid being ostracized. Now that he's come out, maybe it's the power behind a certain Duke who wants to consolidate the white forces in the Virtual Realm. Otherwise, why would he keep labeling himself as White Light?"

"The White Light label was given by others, right?"

"But he didn't refuse!" Lanshan said. "If he plans to create a guild, we'll just join his guild. If we perform well, we might do very well."

Now the Virtual Realm has spread to every corner of the West Continent. It steadily supplies funds to the Roosevelt family and can produce Metahumans every month.

If it were just a game, its value would be very low. But now it has the means to mass-produce Metahumans, enough to make any family highly value it.

At this time, Lanshan thoughtfully said, "I wonder if White Light can enter the top 10? If he can, will he sell his spots? If he does, I'll sell all my cars to exchange for an awakening opportunity. If I awaken as an A-Class, who in the family can compete with me?"

"I heard that the monthly ranking first also has a chance to comprehend higher levels? Do you think White Light has a chance…"

"Don't even think about first place," Lanshan said thoughtfully. "That's not something anyone can get. Sometimes, the points of the first place are even the sum of the second and third places, completely not on the same level. Even big shots have to rely on luck to get first place. Basically, every month, whoever makes a breakthrough in the multi-world will get that position."

"Wasn't there someone who got first place for 12 consecutive months? What was her name?"

"Her name is "NO.9'. She's been gone for more than a year. No one knows where she went. Some say she's going through world No. 1, but her shadow hasn't been seen on the ranking list. I don't know if she's stuck inside."

There are exit nodes in the multi-world. To leave, you must go through a transmission node. If you go back in, you'll be directly transmitted to the node where you last left.

For example, in the 136th multi-world, there is a node every 10 levels.

If you can't find a node, there's only one way to leave: die and start over.

At this moment, Qing Chen on the second floor was still holding the steward's mouth, electrocuting him like a fish out of water.

He thought, "Isn't this great? The so-called Earl Kenedy's eldest son is actually one of my first team members…"

Lanshan's family must be very wealthy, but Lanshan hasn't inherited the family business yet, so his life is certainly not as luxurious as his father's.

The celebration of his vacation with his friends in the Virtual Realm is because they became Thunderbolt Mages…

While thinking, Lanshan's voice came from downstairs again, "I hope White Light is even more powerful, so we can cling to this thigh… By the way, where's the steward? Why haven't we seen him after so long?"

A female slave hurriedly said, "The steward went upstairs to check the rooms for you. I'll go call him."

After speaking, the female slave quickly went upstairs. In her impression, the steward entered the room at the end of the corridor.

The female slave walked towards the room. Before she reached it, the door opened. "Steward' Qing Chen, who had changed his clothes, walked out slowly and coldly said, "What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?"

The female slave hurriedly said, "The young master has arrived at the manor, and he's looking for you."

"Okay, I understand," Qing Chen, imitating the steward's walking posture, quickly walked downstairs.

The female slave curiously looked into the room. There was nothing inside, just empty.

The real steward has been sacrificed by Qing Chen using Marionette, leaving no trace.

Qing Chen went downstairs and humbly said to Lanshan, "You called for me?"

Lanshan sprawled on the sofa nonchalantly, "Prepare lunch quickly. By the way, remember to pick a few slaves with quick minds for me to choose from. They're going into the Virtual Realm with me. Only yellow slaves, no black slaves. Yellow slaves are smarter in the Virtual Realm, they're good at any game." Lanshan added, "Don't pick someone like you. You're terrible in the Virtual Realm; you wasted one of my virtual cabins. Go to the kitchen now."

"Yes, sir," Qing Chen turned and left. He didn't have a chance to learn how the steward usually interacted with Lanshan. Currently, he only knows that the steward was very irritable towards the slaves, that the steward was probably not a slave but a freeman, and that the steward was a C-Class Gene Soldier, probably also acting as a bodyguard.

Qing Chen knows nothing else.

At this time, he should speak and act less, and try not to make mistakes. No matter what his identity is, he should safely sneak into Storm City first.

By the way, where's the kitchen…

Behind him, Lanshan was still whispering, "White Light's fees are quite cheap now, but don't show off your wealth. When he quotes a price, you must haggle seriously, otherwise, we'll have to pay a lot more."

Qing Chen silently memorized this… But at this moment, Qing Chen's powerful hearing suddenly heard someone whispering, "Tonight, we'll start with the steward. At night, we'll attack from inside and outside and take the Kenedy kid away. The Kenedy family controls the drug trade in Storm City, which is exactly what our Rebellion needs."

"But the steward is said to be a C-Class expert."

"Didn't he ask you to go to his room tonight? After you go in, when he's most unguarded, inject him with this needle."