After the task was configured, what happened to Mr. Earl, who was unlucky enough to steal the letter from him, Jiang Yan no longer paid attention to it, anyway, the development after that had nothing to do with him, a simple executor.

After completing such a highly-rated task, Jiang Yan returned directly to his residence in Bylen City and continued to live a simple lifestyle.

In addition, after the diffusion of the sub-machine network, the scale of Jiang Yan's human sub-machine contractors has grown to almost all countries in the Western Continent, and the number of people still alive is also thousands, such a huge scale, although more than ninety percent of them are still ordinary people at the lowest level of society, but the spiritual resources contributed are also very considerable.

It's a pity that these low-level mortal-level overflowing spiritual power has almost no effect on Jiang Yan's cultivation improvement today, even if it is used to repair the wounds of the true spirit, it will not play much role, at best, it can only be used as an energy consumable for the activities of the intellectual brains in the sub-computer network.

However, the original purpose has almost been accomplished, and the newly developed Spirit Martial Artist cultivation system, after so many dedication tests by the mice, has almost been explored. What are the dangers and taboos, Jiang Yan already knows it. At present, he himself has also started the cultivation of the Spirit Martial Artist.

However, considering that his current body was still young and too young, Jiang Yan still took a steady progress, and did not use his abilities to forcibly accelerate the cultivation progress of his 'Spirit Warrior'.

Originally, Jiang Yan's body had congenital deficiencies, and it needed to be slowly recuperated and repaired, and a large part of the transcendent system of the spirit martial artist was originally intended to be developed for the purpose of 'strengthening the body'. Therefore, Jiang Yan's attitude towards cultivating martial arts in this life has always followed the mentality of not being in a hurry and going with the flow.

In addition to cultivating, Jiang Yan did not forget to take care of the development of the sub-machine forces under his command.

"Brain, how is our private base working now?"

"Everything is working as usual, the facilities have been completed and put into use, and resources have been generated. 』

"Oh, I'll take a look at ......."

As soon as Jiang Yan's mind turned, his body was covered by the ability and slowly transformed into a digital cloud of silver streamer, and then penetrated the void, flew out of the residence along the link channel of the network, and instantly crossed a distance of thousands of miles, and came to a huge underground cave.

It is a huge cave that has been dug out by hand and is 100 meters underground, with a height of 10 meters, and a specially reinforced dark stone pillar of at least 3 meters thick is set aside in the middle for support, and the rock floor and walls are also specially polished to appear very smooth.

The layout of the entire underground space is not concentrated in one place, but is divided into several sections separated from each other, and a wide network of passages with proposed railroad tracks is opened, just like the layout of the subway underground in a developed technology city. Each station section occupies a diameter of 100 meters on the ground.

These stations are divided into different functions, some are responsible for the smelting and purification of rough ore raw materials, and the casting of the main frame of large equipment, some are responsible for the detailed casting and assembly of precision parts, and some are responsible for the purification of precious stones and precious metals.

Under the strings of chandeliers on the ceiling, which illuminate the entire underground space as brightly as the surface, workers in simple style work clothes are busy in an orderly manner in the furnace or lathe post, skillfully producing and processing iron ingots, alloy steel plates, gears, rivets, and rotating shafts...... and a series of industrial products.

These workers were both men and women, and they all had the same characteristics in their image, that is, they were all over 16 years old and under 50 years old, and their skin was sallow and their facial features were also somewhat emaciated, as if they had been malnourished for a long time.

In addition to their appearance, there are similarities in the demeanor of these workers, which are filled with a sincere sense of peace of mind and gratitude.

In addition to the workers, there are many non-living beings in the underground space, all of whom look strange, including spiders as big as chariots with dark gray bodies, tall horses with six legs, and short-nosed elephants with heavy iron armor that are the size of ordinary horses...... Regardless of their appearance, these strange creatures have something in common: they are strong and powerful enough to carry tons of objects with ease.

Most of the strange creatures will basically have a noose tied to their bodies, and the other end of the chain is tied to a railroad car with wheels, and then forcefully pull these railcars that either contain piles of ore raw materials or steel parts to shuttle back and forth in the underground space, and quickly transport the goods to the designated location in an orderly manner.

The few creatures that tend to be agile carry cargo boxes directly on their backs, helping to carry lighter and more precious objects that are afraid of falling and shaking.

There are also some large men who seem to be particularly strong, concentrated in several specific underground sections, around the mill's mill-like giant machines jointly rotate the rotating shaft disk, so that the inside of these human spiritual power devices continue to rise bursts of psionic light, the energy needed to maintain the operation of this huge underground factory is transmitted to various posts through cables.

Jiang Yan, who materialized from the silver data stream, suddenly appeared in a station section responsible for precision parts processing, and was immediately noticed by the creatures here.

"My lord!" a middle-aged man in overalls greeted him respectfully.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just going to take a look and get on with your work. Jiang Yan waved his hand, signaling the workers around him not to be too nervous, and then looked at the middle-aged man who greeted him.

"Hmm...... Remember your name is Potter. With his unforgettable memory, Jiang Yan quickly matched this person with the information in his memory.

He remembered when he first saw this guy.

............

In the northern wilderness area of the Empire, in the Slar Mountains, in a certain mine cave in the Slar Seventh Mining Area, which is officially contracted by the Empire.

In the depths of the mine, which extends like an ant's nest, only the brighter lamps are placed at the junctions of the main roads, and the depths of the trails where the remaining miners really work are all pitch black, with only the dim yellow light of a few dim oil lamps sporadically emerging in the depths.

Bite...... Bite...... Syllable......!

The irregular sound of iron colliding with rock echoed intermittently throughout the mine.

A brightly dressed man in his thirties and a somewhat mean-looking overseer walked leisurely through the main road with a bright spiritual guide lamp in his hand, shouting in a loud voice as he walked:

"Give me more strength! If you can't complete the task before today's meal, don't think about dinner!"

After saying this, the overseer could clearly hear the mining sound everywhere a little more intensive, and it was obvious that these slaves still cared about their threat, which made him feel proud in his heart, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in holding power above others.

However, at this moment, the sound of mining coming from one direction in my ears suddenly stopped, and there was the sound of an iron pickaxe falling to the ground, and the sound of a human body colliding with a plop.

After that, the sound of mining over there stopped sounding for a long time.

The overseer, who had already experienced this, had a look of impatience on his face, but he could only walk into the mine in the direction he sensed, and shined the crystal lamp in his hand to see two ragged emaciated figures at the end of the mine, one of whom had fallen to the ground motionless, and the other was silently looking at the people on the ground, and there was no expression on his face blackened by dust.

"Cut!" the Overseer walked up with an unhappy face, and raised his foot to kick the fallen figure in the thigh.

"Hey, wake up, don't be lazy!"

The figure was forced to shake by his kick, but there was no response at all, not even screaming.

"What's going on?" the overseer looked at the other person next to him.

"He's dead. The man's face stiffened, and his voice was filled with a sad emotion like a dead fox, and he replied slightly hoarsely.

"Tsk, sure enough, it's really useless!" The overseer kicked the corpse on the ground again, then waved his hand and turned to leave, and ordered in a casual tone: "The corpse will be handed over to you to dispose of, remember to take it out of the mine together when you hand over the shift! Also, don't want to be lazy because of this! I will arrange another team member for you tomorrow, and until then, you are not allowed to owe me today's share!"

The amount of work that should have been done in teams of two is now concentrated on one person, which is obviously a bit excessive.

“...... Be. ”

But the miner who was left alone only replied numbly, without the slightest intention of arguing, because he knew that even if he argued, the other party would not listen.

Because the lowest miner like him is not a free man who works only for a salary, but a slave whose personal freedom is not on him.

Even if the overseer deliberately vented his anger on them when he was upset, he would only be slightly punished by his boss for delaying his work efficiency, and no one in the management of the mine cared about the injuries suffered by them, the slave miners.

This is the sorrow of being a slave.

Miner-type slaves can almost be said to be the most miserable type of slave profession compared to battlefield cannon fodder and ** experiments. They had to work desperately every day to squeeze their bodies out of their lives, just for the sake of a miner-type slave who had no food and didn't know if they would be able to survive in their lifetime.

In order to motivate these slaves who have no salary to work, the managers of the mine set up a task value that can redeem themselves to the slaves, according to which theoretically as long as a miner can successfully complete the task every day and persist for thirty years, he can redeem himself.

However, it is very rare to be able to meet this standard. The harsh underground mine environment, the damage to physical functions caused by high-intensity labor, the poor quality food that was not sufficiently nutritious for the slaves to be supplied to almost a minimum standard, and more importantly, the occasional accident such as the collapse of the mine, and the occasional threat from wild spirits with cave-dwelling habits in the depths of the mine......

All these reasons add up, unless there is a blessing of extraordinary power beyond the level of mortals, it is not easy for normal people to persist in this kind of miner labor for ten years.

'Old Rum has already gone first, so how long can I hold on?' the miner who had been left behind sighed in his heart.

Shaking his head, shaking off all the futile lamentations, the miner took his pickaxe and swung it again after moving his companion's body to a farther away location so as not to interfere with his work.

But I don't know if it's because he hasn't eaten enough lately, he fell into a state of fatigue faster than usual, and after digging for half an hour, he couldn't hold the iron pickaxe with his arm weakly, and almost let the iron pickaxe that rebounded back hit his head.

"Old......" The miner, who couldn't muster up his strength, threw away his pickaxe and sat down on the ground covered with mud and dust, panting for breath.

"Old Rum, it seems that I won't last long, and I'll soon follow in your footsteps...... I wonder if our lives can be changed for the better in the world after death?"

Allowing himself to lie on the ground in a more comfortable position, the miner, whose consciousness was gradually blurred, vaguely seemed to see his premature child and his deceased wife, smiling and waving to himself......

Suddenly, a voice came into the miner's already groggy mind.

"Question, do you want to change your circumstances?"

‘...... Ha?...... What?'

"Question, do you want to end this precarious gray hell life?"

‘...... Ah, who?'

"Open your heart, give your allegiance and your soul, and make a pact with our Lord! In this way, you will be reborn! The great Lord promises that if you surrender, you will no longer have to endure this endless starvation and pointless toil, you will be able to eat enough food and cloth, and you will be able to regain your health!"

'Ah...... Sounds good, is that true?'

The mysterious voice did not respond, and instead a contract document came to the miner's mind.

"Again—would you like to sign a contract to offer your soul and loyalty to our lord and ask for my lord's protection?"

At this moment, although the miner was in a state of waking up like a dream, a intuition in the dark made him instinctively feel that there was an opportunity!

As soon as the thought in his heart moved, the contract document in his mind turned into a silver stream of data, which melted and dissipated into pieces of light, and finally merged with his soul.

In the next second, in reality, a silver streamer of data appeared out of thin air, covering the miner's body, slowly turning it into an illusory cloud of data and finally disappearing into the mine.

This familiar scene is playing out in the hidden corners of this mining area.