Shortly after Monkey and Su Xing left the bar through the portal.

High in the sky above Cybertron.

Paradise City Prison, cell No. 0004.

In a daze, Halwitz was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps outside the house.

When he woke up, Halwitz instinctively wanted to get up from the ground, but found that he was tied hand and foot with ropes, and he couldn't move at all.

What's going on?

After a brief glance at the environment in the cell, Halwitz's eyes flashed with memory....

Halwitz was originally an ordinary worker on Cybertron.

But unlike others who lie flat or settle for the status quo, Halwitz is not content to work for someone else all his life.

He wanted to change his life.

In Cybertron, there are only two ways for ordinary people to change their lives.

The first way is to invest a certain amount of money and start your own business.

However, with the continuous development of the economy on Cybertron, leading companies in all walks of life have gradually swallowed up all the small businesses in the market.

This phenomenon is known to Cybertron scholars as "cyber oligarchs".

Here's an example.

The "Polar Bear" company, which now monopolizes the entire Cybertron Star, is a typical "cyber oligarch".

The Polar Bear Company was founded about 1,000 years ago.

At that time, the "Polar Bear" company was just a small business on the Internet, specializing in chat software.

With the rapid development of the Internet industry, the "Polar Bear" company has gradually become bigger and bigger, and has begun to get involved in various fields such as live broadcasting, games, and short videos.

In time.

After nearly 1,000 years of development, by 3077 AD, the "Polar Bear" company had occupied nearly 99% of the game industry on Cybertron.

Due to the existence of the "Polar Bear" company, all small and medium-sized game companies have collapsed one after another, and have been acquired and swallowed up by "Polar Bear".

In this way, the "Polar Bear" company has completely become a real existence in the game industry that can cover the sky with one hand.

This is true for the gaming industry.

The same is true for all walks of life such as food networks and real estate.

And this is the phenomenon that Cybertron scholars in the 31st century call "cyber oligarchs".

In the environment of "cyber oligarchs", it is difficult for Cybertrons to start a business unless they have a mine at home.

And Halwitz is just an ordinary person, and his family background is also mediocre, so he directly gave up the path of entrepreneurship.

Then if you want to change your life, there is only one way left to go - that is to pass the "trial" of Paradise City and become a member of Paradise City.

To achieve this, Halwitz began to work while enrolling in various "trial training courses".

Three years and three years.

After nearly six years of hard work and countless failures, Halwitz finally passed the trial as he wished, and successfully obtained the qualification to ride the "elevator".

But I don't know why.

After arriving in Paradise City, Halwitz did not become a human being as he imagined, but was imprisoned in this prison by the soldiers of Paradise City.

This made Halwitz a little puzzled.

Doesn't it all say that as long as you can get the qualification to enter Heavenly City, you will definitely be able to become a human being?

I obviously didn't violate the laws of Paradise City, but I was inexplicably imprisoned in this prison....

Could it be that all the rumors about the beauty of Paradise City on the surface of the earth are simply a hoax?

In the cell.

Just as Halwitz was thinking, he saw several soldiers wearing angel wings insignia combat uniforms, surrounded by men in suits, walking in from outside.

The man in the suit looked at Halwitz for a moment, then asked the soldier beside him, "I just read the information, this person must have just come up from the surface, right?"

"It's true that it wasn't long after I first came up." A soldier hurriedly answered.

The man in the suit said again: "Then he has done a match, has he been favored by the bigwigs in the city?"

The soldier replied respectfully: "The matching has been done, and the physical quality in all aspects is almost close to the full score, but I haven't had time to be selected by the big guy yet..."

"What does matching mean?"

Hearing what the man in the suit and the soldier were talking about, Halwitz panicked and said, "Why are you keeping me here? I don't seem to have done anything, have I?"

"Huh..."

The man in the suit did not respond to Halwitz's inquiry.

He just looked at Halwitz and showed a meaningful smile: "This time it's also your luck that you don't have to be tortured to death like other consumables as spare parts.... If the experiment doesn't go well, maybe we'll be relieved tomorrow."

"Consumables? Liberation?" Halwitz was even more flustered: "What do you mean by that?"

"Huh..."

After the man in the suit sneered, he stopped talking to Halwitz, but turned to the soldier next to him and ordered, "Then in addition to the consumables of 0001 and 0003, the third test subject will choose the consumables of 0004..."

As he spoke, the man in the suit carefully took out a semicircular piece of blood-red flesh from his arms.

He said with a serious expression, "This piece of meat must be divided into three equal portions, and then fed to a few.... And then the meals that are provided to them these days, remember to be consistent, so that the variables can be controlled and the experimental data can be compared."

"Yes!"

The soldier took the semicircular piece of meat from the man in the suit and hurried out of the cell.

It seems that eighty percent of them went to cut up the "pieces of meat" as instructed....

Since Halwitz was able to pass the trials of Paradise City, he was obviously not a stupid person.

Just listening to the man in the suit, he had already figured out what all this was all about, and said with a frightened face: "So, the trial in Paradise City is fake at all, and those of us who have been selected through the trial are actually just 'consumables'?"

"No, no, no."

The man in the suit seemed to enjoy Halwitz's horrified expression.

He said happily, "The other people who have been selected by the trial can indeed only be regarded as consumables, but you are different.... Because I recently had a new project that I need you to take a risk on."

"New project?" Halwitz said, "Do you want me to eat that semi-circular piece of meat?"

"Not bad!"

Seeing that Halwitz had deduced so much content with just a few words of his own, the man in the suit showed undisguised appreciation in his eyes: "It seems that you are still quite smart.... If it weren't for my eagerness to use consumables as test subjects, I might have just chosen you as a spare part for my brain."

"Spare parts."

With just these four words, Halwitz instantly made up countless plots in his mind, and said incredulously: "Could it be that the reason why the higher-ups of Paradise City are not dead is because of us "spare parts"?"

"Hah!" The man in the suit chuckled and asked, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

Seeing that the man in the suit acquiesced, Harwitz reasoned with the situation: "So, those who passed the test and returned to their hometown to return to the surface are actually nothing more than your high-level leaders have changed their faces, or have they changed their heads?"