Japan's demographics have changed dramatically, but the biggest change has not been the influence of mutants, robots, and prosthetic humans.

Perhaps due to the influence of an evil god, Japanese culture and morality have also been distorted to a considerable extent.

The first is that the human family, which has begun to disintegrate due to the robot companion in recent years, has been further divided after the evil god Luo Shen ruled the country.

People have come to feel that they should not be bound by family and marriage, especially after a large part of humanity has become slow-aging mutants or has simply abandoned the human body and replaced it with a prosthetic body that can change its appearance at any time...... The so-called family bonds have become more fragile and dispensable.

And the disintegration of the family has brought a series of problems.

For a time, real estate developers in Japan abandoned developments for families of three and replaced them with apartment-style buildings that were just big enough for one person to live in.

In addition, the indifference and alienation of Japanese nature are more vividly displayed in the new era.

This is reflected in the fact that the husband or wife of some families quietly runs to the hospital to change into prosthetics and disappears into the crowd...... Never to return to the family again.

Others often die in their rooms, and it takes months for their families to "stumble" upon them.

Now......

The city of Tokyo, which has entered a magical cyberpunk style, has become more sci-fi in the more than two years of reconstruction.

I don't know when it started.

The surface of the skyscraper has been replaced with a cool style dominated by black tones.

Huge minarets stood in the city as a religious site for the government and wealthy merchants to curry favor with evil gods.

Although it is still expressly forbidden by law.

However, the Japanese still restored and even improved some of the most brutal and bloody religious sacrifices in human history.

Some religious fanatics slaughter their kidnapped compatriots day and night, hoping to exchange their despair and blood for the favor of the evil gods.

However, Roshen has only one MMP to say about this.

How the hell are all these wasted meat and souls trying to please me? By human suffering? ——Who cares？！ Who cares about the pain of carbon-based monkeys?!

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The elevator, which had been somewhat naturally corroded, slowly came to the bottom of the abyss.

The large and small teams that had been waiting here for a long time swarmed up and knocked the new prisoners to the ground, taking every personal belongings they carried, even slightly better clothes, for themselves.

Kuribayashi and Yokota Seipei are targeting several high-minded underworld elements who don't look easy to mess with.

After an easy sideways dodge of the bull-terrier's tall, Kuribayashi knocked him unconscious with a knife in his hand.

Looking back, Yokota's guy had already knocked out the other three.

It's been two years......

Kuribayashi looked up at the blue sky with white clouds floating above the big pit, and sighed a little in his heart.

Before he knew it, he and Yokota had been exiled to this big pit for two years.

So much has happened in two years.

At first, I was completely ignorant and now I am familiar with the rules of the abyss...... They have paid too much price in the meantime.

The weak girl who followed Yokota at the beginning is no longer there.

She didn't even survive the first month before she was injured in malnutrition and a surprise attack, eventually dying in Yokota's arms.

Yokoda's guy has changed since that day.

Kuribayashi retrieved a switchblade, half a pack of cigarettes, and the nice jacket from the Bull Terrier.

After putting all this away, he and Yokoda returned to a hand-dug cave hundreds of meters away, more than ten meters above the ground.

Blocking the entrance to the cave with stones, Kuribayashi breathed a sigh of relief.

This damn abyss is too dangerous.

Although after two years of survival, Kuribayashi already had the experience to deal with most dangers, he still had to remind himself every day to be careful.

Because here...... Surviving ...... Without exception, it's not a man-eating monster!

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"Yaga! How dare these people attack the people of our Qingtian group?! When I get the gun, I must kill these bastards! "Near the elevator, seven or eight underworld elements with some injuries and bruised noses and swollen faces gathered together.

Like more than sixty other criminals around, these underworld elements were caught here for extortion and loan sharking.

It's just that they serve the Aota group, Tokyo's third-largest yakuza group, so the organizations that have already broken through their joints may soon be able to send weapons and food to make their lives in exile better.

Sure enough.

A small drone quickly dropped a box.

The quadcopter drone, which was about one and a half meters in diameter, hovered in the air for a moment, and after confirming the appearance of the leader of the underworld, it dropped the box on the ground, and then rose from the ground and left the sinkhole.

Several members of the Qingtian group immediately surrounded and took out the contents of the box.

Then.

It was only when the other prisoners in the vicinity saw that they had a few more guns and weapons such as machetes and axes. There are also blankets, tents, and other things in the box.

"How can this be?! It's not fair!!! A young prisoner with glasses called.

"Hey, hey! Fair? If you can afford $10,000 in shipping, you can get whatever you want! A middle-aged man with a white-collar appearance next to him sneered and said, he seemed to know some insiders.

The members of the Qingtian group got their guns and quickly became arrogant.

They swaggered around the elevator for a while, and then chased in the direction of the prisoners who had robbed them.

There is no place to hide in the huge sinkhole, except for some rubble.

Most of the craters in the rocky cliffs around them were high above the ground, making it difficult for them to attack, and after a few attempts, they could only fire a few shots as if venting at the hole.

"! I don't believe they won't come out! The boss of the group, a man with a scar on his face, spat a mouthful of phlegm.

"Let's go! Let's camp in the middle of this pit! ”

Everyone felt that it was safer in the middle of the sinkhole, so they walked around for a long time before coming to the center of the sinkhole.

At this time.

In front of them was a deep cave with a diameter of twenty or thirty meters, surrounded by stone walls spiraling downward, like a staircase.

"What is this? Wells? The group looked at the bottomless cave but quickly lost interest and found a flat spot nearby and began to pitch their tents.

"They're dead." A pair of eyes snapped back from the cracks in the stones.