CHAPTER 406: CHAPTER 250: THE INSTINCT CHAMBER INCIDENT

However, Attilicia soon realized he had miscalculated due to his insufficient understanding of the social customs of the Spirit Suckers.

Perhaps due to racial differences, the group of psychic slave laborers unexpectedly transported him and Bergin in two separate directions.

The two, somewhat bewildered, could only exchange glances, signaling to each other to proceed with the plan as intended.

That is, the old Dwarf Bergin was tasked with using David’s "Yiwu wholesale" collection of "psychic protection ornaments" to liberate the slave marks and create chaos within the city.

Meanwhile, Attilicia was to use the chaos as cover to infiltrate the main chamber and attempt to steal the mastermind of this Spirit Sucker nest.

As for David and the others outside the city, they would do their utmost to buy time for their operation.

This was the "infiltration plan" David had conceived on the spur of the moment while Brittany was pummeling Christoph, the "Red Dragon Ancestor." It was so crude and simple it made one want to curse.

Yet, somewhat ironically, this plan, when applied to the Spirit Suckers, actually seemed to possess a degree of feasibility.

Indeed, the relentless advance of the three Red Dragons and the ensuing massive melee had drawn out nearly the entire upper echelon from the main city.

Moreover, the immensely powerful Dragon Breath had transformed their most difficult infiltration into a laughably simple "lie down and go" mode.

The only hitch was that their destinations during this transport were not entirely up to them.

The old Dwarf Bergin was relatively fortunate.

He found himself dumped into a slave den within the Lower City District’s chasm. A quick glance revealed Dwarves everywhere, "enthusiastically" singing while swinging pickaxes in the chasm’s mining tunnels. Bergin even spotted two damned Dwarves brazenly making love in a mine shaft.

It was as if they weren’t enslaved by the Spirit Suckers at all, but were still living their former lives as miners.

For a moment, they even seemed to have forgotten they were Gray Dwarves.

Of course, Bergin understood this was the power of "Spirit Memory Weaving" and the "Suggestion Technique."

Perhaps in the eyes of these Gray Dwarves, the world hadn’t changed much. The Spirit Suckers were merely Nobles, perhaps a bit more arrogant than usual. Whenever they encountered any "abnormal and incomprehensible cognitive dissonance," their memories would quickly be muddled and glossed over by the "Suggestion Technique."

"Oh, you pitiful little things. I shall help you attain your freedom," Bergin murmured. Thanks to the rudimentary plan David had devised, Bergin, already a legendary figure, didn’t need to undertake any foolish infiltration missions. Instead, he could simply toss out a sack full of anti-psychic magical trinkets, preparing to ignite a massive slave revolt for freedom and democracy.

"What’s this, brother?" a friendly foreman asked, picking up an anti-psychic silver spike.

"This is the mercy of Moradin, God of Dwarves, my children," Bergin said, his eyes downcast, a complex smile on his face.

He knew with stark clarity that when these poor Gray Dwarves finally "understood everything," they would most likely also be facing their demise.

Few mortals could survive the impending legendary battle.

Perhaps having their souls cleansed from their deceived enslavement was, in fact, their only salvation.

「Meanwhile」

Attilicia, who was being transported to another location, gradually noticed something was amiss.

Where on earth are these fiends taking me?

Attilicia was considering whether to risk discovery by starting his infiltration early. As he and his psychic slave labor escorts passed through an archway deliberately painted red, continuous moans began to fill his ears. He instinctively lifted his head and was stunned by the sight: numerous small spaces, partitioned by blood-red curtains. In front of each enclosure lay a female—some were female Dwarves, but most were Drow.

The former served as breeding machines to maintain the Dwarf population, while the latter were purely tools for the psychic slave laborers to vent their primal urges and relieve mental stress.

Only then did Attilicia finally understand why those Drow—the ones he had heard about from the two Drow guards back in Spider Nest City, who had been dispatched to the City of Molten Steel for "investigation"—had never returned.

They had all been damn well taken by these Spirit Suckers as "corporate perks"!

And he was about to become the next one!

This... was royally screwed!

He saw the two Underworld Beastman psychic slave laborers who were escorting him. They dragged a Drow from a compartment wall; her spirit was clearly broken, and she could only stick out her tongue and giggle inanely. After throwing her onto a mining cart, they replaced her with Attilicia, who was now to be the fresh "Drow consumable."

Damn it! If I ever turn into a female Drow again, I’m a complete idiot!

Attilicia, finally beginning to regret his peculiar penchant for transformation, was about to resist and find another way out when a powerful psychic force swept over him, compelling him to instinctively freeze.

Just then, he saw a Spirit Sucker with six prominent tentacles hovering in mid-air, apparently searching for something. This terrifying sight made Attilicia’s entire body almost seize up.

A Spirit Sucker Governor?! Wasn’t he lured away just now? How did he return? And why here, of all places? Could I have been discovered? Damn it!

His extreme tension was misinterpreted by the two Underworld Beastman psychic slave laborers handling him. They sneered and mockingly slapped Attilicia’s rear.