Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1481 - Questions About Victory

Chapter 1481 Questions About Victory

“Giant-toothed Crocodile?”

Meng Chao recalled for a moment. “That name doesn’t sound familiar!”

Due to the Lair and Golden Tooth, Meng Chao was quite familiar with the underground order of Dragon City.

In fact, he and Lu Siya were both important members of the Lair Reconstruction Committee. They were inextricably linked with the major gangs that were originally located in the Lair.

They had a life-and-death relations.h.i.+p with the former master of the Lair, the Deity Realm expert and Golden Tooth’s boss.

However, Meng Chao did not remember there being a powerful black market boss in the former Dragon City called Giant-toothed Crocodile.

Where did this stinky fish and rotten shrimp come from?

Ai Lei tactfully told Meng Chao that his information database should be updated in time. In the year after the end of the Monster War, Dragon City’s underground world had been like a “changing king’s flag on the city wall.” It was now completely different from the past.

First of all, with the demolition and reconstruction of the Lair, the originally foul and filthy place had changed its old appearance into a new one. It gradually developed into a popular leisure and entertainment zone for ordinary citizens and an incubator for small businesses.

The original major gangs of the Lair had gradually transformed into enterprises, regularization, and legalization.

In the final a.n.a.lysis, who were the people who originally lived in the Lair?

They were all people who could not survive in the outside world!

Although there was a small group of extremely vicious criminals hiding among them, the vast majority of the Lair’s residents were weak and ordinary people.

Even if they had awakened extraordinary powers, 99% of them were in the Earth realm.

And the original intention of these people to form gangs was nothing more than to make a living and struggle to survive.

Since the Lair was being rebuilt and the problem of eating was gradually solved, the Lair’s gangs also lacked the will to continue to be brave and ruthless. They gradually withdrew from the stage of history.

However, at the same time that the poisonous tumor of the Lair was completely removed, another bigger problem emerged almost overnight with the victory of the Monster War.

That was the issue of the placement of a large number of superhumans in the combat system.

More than half, or even two-thirds, of the extraordinary people in Dragon City belonged to the combat system, not the scientific research system.

After all, most of the people awakened their extraordinary powers during the b.l.o.o.d.y battle with the monsters, and not when they stayed up late to change their thesis or plan.

The ultra-killing style, the extreme style, the spear fighting style, and the mechanical armor style were the typical martial arts professions, needless to say.

There were also mechanic, Beast Controller, Heroic Spirit Messenger, and other professions, which were all varied and strange, but they were all the same. They all used force to fight the monsters.

During the period of the Monster War, the wilderness around Dragon City was filled with monster hordes.

These extraordinary warriors of the combat system could vent their strength to their heart’s content at any time. They could pursue the pleasure of the blade accurately cutting into the cracks of the monster’s bones and cutting off the blood vessels and nerves of the monster. They could enjoy the glory of thousands of cheers and flowers They could use rare monster materials to exchange for real gold and silver benefits. They could also obtain the sense of accomplishment of protecting their home and defending their civilization.

Such a sense of pleasure, honor, benefits, and accomplishment prompted the vast majority of extraordinary warriors of the combat system to look at the wilderness and the vicious monsters. They took pride in dying on the battlefield, and it was impossible for them to return to Dragon City, they stirred up a mess in their home.

This was also the reason why the Lair gang could control the underground order for so long even though they could not appear on the surface. This was because the truly strong were eager to s.h.i.+ne under the gaze of thousands of people, they did not care about the so-called “Underground world”at all.

However, following the victory of the Monster War, the situation underwent a sudden change.

A large number of combat-type extraordinaires who had fought with the monsters for their entire lives realized that they no longer had any use for themselves.

Following the annihilation of the main brain of the monsters, the monster civilization collapsed along with it.

There was no longer an overwhelming beast tide waiting for them to brandish their blades and shed their hot blood.

There were no more h.e.l.l beasts or even doomsday beasts waiting for them to harvest priceless materials and exchange them for cultivation resources that would allow them to advance rapidly.

There were no more flowers, Cheers, and applause — except when they were giving reports to primary and secondary school students and telling their heroic deeds.

The problem was that they had told the same story too many times, and the primary and secondary school students had heard it too many times. They would eventually get sick of

it.

Of course, there were still monsters.

But most of them were suppressed and domesticated by humans. They were implanted with identification chips belonging to a certain force, a certain group, or a certain company. They were sacred and inviolable private property.

No matter how sharp the sabers of the extraordinary fighters of the combat department were, they couldn’t just randomly run to a certain company’s breeding ground to fight monsters, right?

Countless extraordinary fighters of the combat department returned to Dragon City just like that, filled with a feeling of loss.

Then, they found that they had nothing to do.

Cultivation was actually a very embarra.s.sing thing.

Once a person embarked on the path of martial cultivation, especially when he had some achievements, he had once enjoyed the pleasure, benefits, and honor brought by b.l.o.o.d.y storms, flashes of swords, and shadows.

It was very difficult for him to return to normal society and engage in “Normal”work again.

It was hard to imagine that a combat system extraordinaire would be in the depths of the miasma-filled forest yesterday, immersing his entire body into the swamp. Even his excrement would be left in the mud. He had waited for three days and three nights, finally, a ferocious beast from h.e.l.l revealed a flaw, so he suddenly erupted. In a flash, he stabbed the dagger that was as thin as a Cicada’s wing into the crack in the back of the ferocious Beast’s skull.

Today, this extraordinary fighter of the combat department could sit in the cubicle of the office building obediently, curling his body, lowering his head, and dealing with all kinds of complicated doc.u.ments and data.

It was also hard to imagine that an extraordinary fighter of the combat department, who was still enjoying the cheers of the Citizens Yesterday, was hailed as a hero, a warrior, the guardian of Dragon City, and even the Savior. He was ready at any minute to give up his precious life for the continuation of Dragon City’s civilization, and to give up his life.

Today, he could accept that when his performance was not satisfactory, he would be scolded by his boss for being useless if he spent a little more time in the toilet. He would be scolded so badly that he would doubt his life and doubt that he was a piece of trash.

What was even more terrifying was that as long as there was no new war.

Such a dull, mediocre life, which was a hundred times crueler than fighting in the wilderness, would continue forever.

And compared to the sense of loss and the decline of social status, the more serious and practical problem was that many extraordinary warriors of the combat system had no money.

Yes, in the glorious days when there were monsters to fight, the extraordinary warriors of the combat system made a lot of money.

Many people were lucky enough to kill a ferocious beast of h.e.l.l. The rare materials extracted from the monster’s body could be exchanged for the income of ordinary people who worked hard in Dragon City for half a year or even a year.

However, extraordinary people in the combat system were used to living a life of drinking and drinking

After all, when you saw your best friend or a powerhouse dozens of times more powerful than you every day, their heads were bitten off by the beast, their internal organs were eaten up, and their bone marrow was sucked dry.

It was impossible for you to save any money.

While your head was still growing on your neck and your head was still breathing, drinking big bowls of wine, eating big chunks of meat, and living a happy life, all the money was converted into friends.h.i.+p, pleasure, and strength. This was the real deal.

If the extraordinaires from the nine great cultivation families had the support of the super corporations, they would not have to worry too much about their livelihood.

Coming from a humble background, they did not have much concept of financial management, and they never thought too much about the future of the middle-and low-level extraordinaires. When they realized that the “Monster-fighting”skill that they relied on to survive had actually become a dragon-slaying skill.., when they could no longer maintain the level of consumption that they were used to, they could not help but fall into a daze.

In the beginning, they did not panic too much.

After all, just the rewards from defeating the monster civilization would allow them to be in the limelight for a while.

But since they were extraordinary humans, they naturally could not be like ordinary people, saving their money in the bank and living frugally.

It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, and difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

The combat system extraordinary humans, who were used to recklessly squandering, quickly became penniless.

And when they woke up from their head-splitting hangover and drew their swords, they could no longer find any monsters that they could casually hunt.

In order to accommodate these combat-system Beyonders.

The transcendental tower and the survival committee were worried sick.

The transcendental tower had more than once told all the Beyonders registered on the register that the war had ended. What followed was an era of peaceful development. All the Beyonders had to follow the trend of the times, be optimistic, be proactive, and take the initiative to change, they had to invest in a brand new and wider battlefield.

Especially the Combat Beyonders. If possible, they had to actively change to the direction of scientific research, education, management, production, and manufacturing. They had to continue to s.h.i.+ne in their brand new positions.

It was easy to say.

Holding a gun and a pen were ultimately not the same thing

Cutting the monster’s throat, typing on the keyboard, and creating powerpoint slides were completely unrelated.

For someone like Lu Siya, who was capable of prospecting, fighting, and management, she was a rarity.

Even such a talent was slowly honed by the Lu family and the Universal Corporation, which were both rich and powerful.

For most of the middle-and low-level extraordinaires who were born in humble families and were used to the endless killing for twenty-four hours, the so-called ‘transformation’was not easy at all!

Of course, if one did not expect too high a salary and social status, there was no need for the content of the work to be interesting and meaningful.

There was always work. No matter how bad the combat system transcendents were, finding a heavy physical job, such as carrying bricks, delivering express delivery, installing and cleaning the gla.s.s walls of high-rise buildings, was definitely not a problem.

The problem was, how could one pull down one’s face?

Many combat system extraordinaires had always been the honor of their families. They were the “Children of other families’that their neighbors called them. They were the hope of the entire village. They were existences that the entire community had to look up to.

Now, they had to compete for a job with those ordinary people that they had once protected and idolized. They had to use their extraordinary powers to s.n.a.t.c.h the jobs of ordinary people?

This was a social death!

Instead of enduring the strange looks from their families and neighbors, it would be better to be bitten to death by a monster in the depths of the wilderness. It would be more satisfying and glorious!