Chapter 1021: Green Forest Clinic (800 Bonus)

"Morning... another beautiful day!"

At 233 Comet Street, Aaron opened the window and stretched.

Although the air carried a foul chemical odor and seemed slightly toxic to the human body, the Fourth Primordial Substance's 'Furnace' didn't care about such things at all.

Let alone a bit of air pollution, even if it were food and water laced with energy radiation, Aaron could still consume them happily.

And then, turn everything into the Furnace's succulent fuel!

Even if he suffered injuries or contamination, the Fifth Primordial Substance's 'Perfect Person' could recover rapidly.

Not to mention, he was also the Sixth Primordial Substance's 'Crowned One', possessing the power that resonated with the entire Spirit World.

And finally, 'Changsheng'!

In short, this bit of environmental pollution couldn't even have the slightest impact on his immortality!

Through the window, Aaron saw the street.

In Night City, the noble lords of the Upper City District held the highest status; this was beyond doubt.

Among them, distinctions were further drawn based on different corporations.

Finally, there were the unemployed over the age of thirty-five who lacked any specialized skills... they would soon turn into corpses.

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, but he still expressed his gratitude and watched as Heimansha left for work.

Chloe, on the side, unhesitatingly exposed the old man's background: "If you really want to drink famous liquor, just go to the Gaia Network; there, you only need to spend one-thousandth of the money to get the exact same enjoyment as in reality!"

"Good morning... Doctor!"

Heimansha had changed into work clothes, walked past downstairs, and even greeted Aaron.

On the day of the opening, Heimansha, Chloe, the old man, and others specifically came to celebrate and brought a bottle of fine wine.

He sighed and muttered to himself: 'This is unscientific...'

"Alright..."

And 'Days' were the currency of that leviathan giant, the 'Life Bank', pegged to lifespan, with an incredibly stable value.

"Sir... my chip has downloaded intermediate housekeeping skills; I can definitely do the best job and give you a quiet and comfortable home..."

When Aaron arrived at the labor market, he instantly felt like he had become an Angel.

"This customer, would you like to try high-end massage skills... I've updated to the latest version!"

The young woman was overjoyed and immediately blew Aaron a flying kiss.

"Virtual reality networks have risks too." The old man took a light sip, then sniffed happily, reluctant to swallow that mouthful of liquor: "I've read a research report; if one indulges too much in virtual reality games, the possibility of suffering from schizophrenia symptoms increases greatly!"

"Hmm..."

Next came those doing odd jobs, who had fixed teams and were at the second level, like Chloe and the old man.

For example, when catching criminals on Comet Street that day, they couldn't even maintain order afterward, yet they knew how to use violence to collect Protection fees.

"Give it a rest, old man. When your alcohol addiction flares up and you have no money, you've even drunk machine oil..."

The daytime street was very quiet... if one ignored the piles of trash, it was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"Sir... use me, use me... my mechanical arms have the most horsepower and can carry the heaviest loads!"

A plump woman wearing only a black trench coat unhesitatingly pulled open her coat.

"Right!" He looked at Aaron again: "I've already put in a word for you with the Blood Hand Gang that manages Comet Street; the Protection fee is 10 days per month! That's considered quite a discount... if you're willing to provide free treatment to their people, it can be reduced even further."

Aaron tossed a token, which traced a graceful arc in mid-air before finally landing on the back of his hand.

Aaron fell into deep thought for a moment, then patted his head: 'The influence of those clones... is getting a bit large... need to go back and properly perform a Purification.'

Soon, the 'Green Forest Clinic' opened for business.

He pulled out a handful of exchanged 'tokens': "I need to find decorators, cleaners..."

Then there were the hourly workers who waited in the market every day for employers to pick them; once they had no work, they faced the predicament of death.

Besides this, there was also a hierarchy of contempt in the Lower City District; those with a formal job undoubtedly stood at the very top of this hierarchy.

"Don't look at me like that yesterday; I'm actually a formal employee of the 'Louis Food Factory'..."

"Good day, Miss Heimansha."

He looked at the last young woman: "You can count as one too!"

"Many thanks, sir!"

Aaron sighed: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?"

A burly man immediately stood up, showing off his two mechanical arms.

They greedily reached into any trade where they could skim off the top, yet they engaged in no production and didn't even provide much Protection.

Heimansha puffed out her chest proudly: "Not only is the salary high, but I can also sneak back some 'defective' nutrient paste; the taste isn't bad. I'll bring some for you to try next time..."

In the slums, gangs ran rampant; this was a matter of course.

Tokens were the currency printed by Night City itself; if one didn't worry about a credit collapse, they could even be printed infinitely!

Aaron even suspected that the reason the 'Life Bank' didn't launch hourly coins was to distribute this portion of the profit to various cities in order to cooperate with local high-level officials and promote the 'Life Bank's' business.

But unfortunately, there were no options to trigger quest sub-plots.

With the efforts of the hourly workers and plenty of money being thrown around, Aaron's clinic was renovated very quickly.

These tokens were what he had gone to find a black-market merchant to exchange for yesterday; although Night City had official exchange institutions, the exchange rate was clearly not as generous as the black-market merchant's.

"Doctor, you really are a straightforward person. I've found you a job!" The old man smiled slightly and set down his wine glass: "However, the buyer has doubts about your ability and needs you to prove it..."

Everyone came to Aaron's living room together. Watching Aaron open that bottle of 'Count Thirteen', the old man couldn't wait to pour a glass, placed it under his nose, and sniffed lightly. A look of obsession appeared on his face: "As expected of high-end goods; it's just more premium than those nightclub drinks made with artificial alcohol... those goddamn bootleggers even use industrial alcohol to cut the liquor. Fortunately, I have a modified Stomach, otherwise, I might have gone blind..."

Night City did not welcome the unemployed; even the wildest hippies at night had to find a job during the day to avoid the tragedy of an account balance of 0.

Moreover, Night City welcomed the exchange of 'Days' from the Life Bank for tokens, but was slightly resistant to exchanging tokens for 'Days'.

Aaron nodded in acknowledgment; he truly hadn't seen Heimansha dressed like this before.

"Thank you!"

Aaron could understand this as well.

It had to be said, various human prosthetics provided a considerable bonus to the progress of the renovation.

This was divination, using these people to see if they would bring him any extra surprises.

"Oh? How do you prove it?" Aaron also took a sip of Count Thirteen, felt the taste was quite inferior, and frowned.

"Rest assured, there is no danger." The old man clearly misunderstood and explained: "You only need to complete one surgery for the same symptoms within the Gaia Network."

(End of this chapter)