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After a day and a night, his body was heavy and stiff, surrounded by familiar furnishings, the only extra thing was the drip bottle hanging high above the bed. The clear liquid was pouring into his body drop by drop through a needle in his wrist that had been inserted into a blood vessel.

No wonder your wrists are cold.

He tried to sit up, but his body did not listen to the command of his brain, and it was very difficult for his body to move even slightly after fighting the virus for a day and a night, and he struggled for a moment before giving up with interest.

A middle-aged man pushed the door open.

Seeing that he was awake, a loving smile appeared on the other party's tired face.

"How?" Randall, how do you feel?'

"Yes, Father, I'm just a little weak."

"You have been injected with the RX-6 antibody vaccine, and your body is in the adjustment period, normal, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No, everything is fine."

"Whew, that's good."

The man exhaled, the stone in his heart seemed to be put down, and Randall responded with a smile.

He was glad he had survived, as his kidnappers did not appear to have gotten their hands on advanced weapons. The liquid bullet that was fired into his body was the RX-6, which had been produced in the C-class area for 70 years, and there was no vaccine to stop it from destroying the nerves, and the lethality rate was 100% at one point. However, after so many years, the RX-6 antibody vaccine has long been born, and the once glorious RX-6 has become a favorite for liquid bullet collectors, and only the D-class region uses it as a weapon.

If the prisoner had been given a new type of liquid bullet, he would have died.

But when you think about it, you know it's impossible.

Randall couldn't help but laugh at his own childishness.

"Randall, I've been thinking about it for a long time, and there's one thing I'd like to hear from you."

"Yes, Father."

"Academy Island is still under renovation and has two months to go, so for your safety, I'd like to send you to my friend for the time being."

"Okay, I got it."

The man was amused by his decisiveness.

"You didn't know anything and agreed to me so decisively?"

Randall didn't see anything wrong with it,

"Any questions?"

"Hehe, that's fine, as my son, you'll be able to adapt well." The man's eyes flashed, and his eyebrows were full of smiles, "Rest well, I'll ask Michael to send you there next week."

The man gently rubbed Randall's sleeping hair and went out.

Randall watched him leave.

As my son......

This sentence echoes in my mind, repeating it over and over again.

He was an illegitimate child, and his mother told him who his father was before he died, and suddenly appeared at the funeral to cry out loud, with the same hair color and eyes as him.

I'm your dad, come with me.

He took the man's outstretched hand.

At the time, he did not realize what kind of changes this small act would bring to his future, and only then did he know that his father was actually the Duke of Stuart of the Empire, the owner of the Stuart chaebol that spanned more than 300 years.

Since then, he has become a member of the A-level region.

The hierarchical Phoenix Empire, where only the nobles of the empire are allowed to live in the A-level area, occupies the most comfortable and suitable plains on the continent, gathers the latest technology of the empire, and everyone enjoys a life without worrying about food and clothing, without illness or trouble. Living gracefully is the only thing that the nobles of the Phoenix Empire need to do when they are born.

The new identity ID has not yet come down, and he temporarily stays in the C-class area where he grew up, and people have started to make his idea. The aura of the young master of the Stuart chaebol represents an inexhaustible supply of money in the eyes of countless people, and although the Duke has sent someone to protect Randall's safety, the pervasive criminals are still unguardable.

This is the first kidnapping this month......

He couldn't remember, the drug had paralyzed his body, and it seemed that even his brain was having some difficulty functioning.

The only thing he knew was that he never regretted it.

The Duke was a good father.

Four days passed, and Randall's body was fully recovered. In the early morning, the sky was just dawning, and the edge of the pale blue sky was still covered with ink, and the air smelled of earth and water in addition to the chill that had not yet had time to fade. There was a knock on his door.

An old man appeared in the display screen placed on the door, plaid shirt, casual trousers, inconspicuous but very neat and clean, his hair was thinned behind his head, just like he gave people, meticulous.

"Young master, I'm the butler Michael Steven, and the master asked me to pick you up."

"Come."

Randall casually picked up the luggage that he had packed a long time ago.

Pulled up at the door was a dilapidated black hatchback that no one would look at even when they were on the road. There was a lot of paint peeling on the side of the car, and there was a pungent smell in the cabin, like rotting metal and gasoline.

It was still early in the morning, and there was no one on the street except for the municipal staff driving the cleaning van.

"Breakfast is on the back of the chair, young master."

"Okay, thank you."

Randall realized he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Michael's prepared sandwiches, cheese salad and cocoa were so delicious that he enjoyed them to his heart's content.

Michael turned on the car radio, and the smooth and beautiful old tunes began to fill the car.

"Master, what type of songs do you like?"

"This one is good, you don't need to change it."

"Okay."

"By the way, Michael, where are we going?"

"Master's friend, young master."

"Where?"

"District 13 of the D-class region, young master."

"Oh, D-class ...... Hey?!'

"Yes, young master."

Randall nearly squirted a mouth full of cocoa.

In addition to the A-tier areas inhabited by the aristocracy, there were B-, C-, and D-tier areas in the empire for ordinary citizens. When citizens reach the age of 2, the Imperial Ministry of Human Affairs and Human Affairs divides each person into many classes according to their intelligence, physical condition, and other factors, and lives in the corresponding level area. People of higher rank can choose to live in the area of the corresponding level or they can choose to live in the area of the lower level, and not vice versa.

The food, livelihood, taxation and so on provided by different regions are completely different, and the worst conditions are in Zone D.

In addition to these four zones, there is also the R zone, which houses people who are considered imperfect, such as those who are born with disabilities, those who have committed serious crimes, those who commit adultery, those who are not socially acceptable, those who are mentally ill, those who have incurable malignant infectious diseases, and homosexuals. Emperor Roy IV demanded a hierarchical and perfect state, and all those deemed imperfect were forcibly deported to Zone R, which is the initials of Ruination.

The total population of Region R is 0.3% of the total population of the Empire, which is decreasing every year, as reported at this year's year-end meeting.

Its borders are guarded by special guards, and no one from Sector R can escape.

If you enter, you will be abandoned by the entire empire.

Sector D Sector 13 is the only place where guards are stationed, in other words, the only place that borders Sector R.

Randall finally understood what his father's smile had hidden the other day.

"My father's friends are really wide......

Michael smiled bitterly twice,

"You're right, young master."

The black sedan made its way through the Imperial Forest Park, which separates the C-Class and D-Class areas, to the unmanned checkpoint between the two zones. Separated from each other by a high wall of laser guns and several unmanned checkpoints, their black sedans lined up behind two or three cars, slowly moving forward.

"Young master, I'll open the window later, and please hand over your ID card when the time comes."

"Okay, got it."

Randall saw machine tentacles sticking out on both sides of the checkpoint, confirming the citizen IDs of the people in the car.

It's up to them.

Randall inserted the ID card into the groove of the mechanical tentacles that protruded into the cabin.

The tentacles start reading the data automatically.

"B-class citizen Randall Schegwe, pass, pass."

B-class citizen Randall Schegwey?

Randall's eyebrows were tuddled together, and Michael hinted at him with his eyes that he was quiet.

After a long time out of the checkpoint, Michael explained, "Young Master, remember that you are Randall Schervey, a B-class citizen."

He thought about it for a while, and it dawned on him.

His father had once mentioned to him that among the A-class citizens, a small number of nobles standing at the top of the empire had secret privileges, and he was now using one of the privileges, the bubble ID.

The Ministry of Human Resources and Transport is responsible for the custody and handling of ID information that accompanies the life of all citizens of the Phoenix Empire, from birth to death. The size of the ID card is 60mm×125mm×5mm, and it also takes into account various functions such as ID cards, keys, mobile phones, wallets, and mobile terminals, and the information is directly communicated with the switchboard of the Ministry of Human Resources and Civil Affairs, so it cannot be faked. However, in order to hide their identity, special people can temporarily give birth to IDs, and these special IDs that only exist for a certain period of time and disappear immediately without a trace after expiration, are called bubble IDs.

The application process for a bubble ID was cumbersome and time-consuming, and he never thought that his father would apply for him on purpose.

Randall was surprised.

"By the way, do you know the name of my father's friend? I don't want to be rude after meeting.'"

Michael thought for a moment,

"She is a very beautiful and noble lady, and my lord is full of praise for her, and I remember her name...... Yes, Diana, Diana Ludwig.'"

Diana Ludwig,Diana Ludwig......

Randall silently read it in his mind several times.

The name is easy to remember, Diana is the beautiful and pure goddess of the moon in Greek mythology, as well as the goddess of hunting and the goddess of virgins. When Randall's mother was alive, she loved to read him such myths and stories that were useless in the eyes of others, and thanks to his mother, no child of his age knew better than Randall how people fantasized about and worshipped nature long ago.

After about three hours of driving, he felt a little tired, and leaned on the window to enjoy the scenery that passed by at great speed.

The deeper you drive into Section D, the more dilapidated and barren the surrounding scenery becomes.

Even Randall, who grew up in Area C, could hardly imagine that the empire still had such a dilapidated land.

The crumbled stone pavement is uneven, and on both sides of the road are houses with peeling and cracked walls, crowded together. Almost all of them are sluggish shops, selling obsolete goods that are hard to see in Zone C, and there are no customers in the store, and the owner is bored.

At this time, it was close to noon, and there were many pedestrians on the street, most of them young people holding food in their hands and walking while eating. Their heads are buried shallowly, just at an angle where others can't see their faces clearly, but they can see other people's expressions.

Pedestrians are all dressed in the same way, in dark tones and styles. Randall sat in the car and watched them, feeling like humanoid machines mass-produced in a factory.

"Young master, it's almost there, it's the cake shop in front."

"Really?"

He moved his gaze to the street ahead, and less than 100 meters away, there was a handwritten billboard wrapped around plastic roses, on which were written the words "Diana's cake" in a beautiful font.

It seems to be a very good cake shop, Randall smells more and more sweet, not the chemical smell of the essence, mellow and natural, which can easily arouse people's appetite.

The aroma added color to Randall's gray mood, and it dawned on him that maybe it would be a good place to come.

Michael parked his car in front of the store.

The owner wasn't there, the door was locked.

Through the glass windows, you can see that the store is very simple and clean, with shiny glass display cases, and two small wooden round tables with off-white lace tablecloths next to them. There are a lot of biscuits and small cakes in the display case, and the small and delicate pastries look delicious and tempting.

"Oh, you're already here."

Randall turned around, and a young woman with a large bag of fruit stood behind him, smiling and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't be there until the afternoon, did you wait too long?"

"No, no, it's early. Lady Diana, it's a pleasure to meet you for the first time.'"

Michael kissed the back of her hand.