Chapter 1 I Really Have No Interest

As soon as Su Mo thought about the results, he really had no interest in arguing with them here. But they were like flies to honey, impossible to get rid of.

Just then, Di Luo walked through the crowd and went straight to Su Mo's side. Her beautiful face showed no emotion as she asked, "How's your consideration going?"

"Here."

Su Mo was slightly stunned, then took an apple from his pocket and handed it to Di Luo.

Di Luo hesitated for a moment, but finally took the apple. Although she could resist the temptation of the apple, she chose to accept it.

Su Mo didn't say much to Di Luo. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but what could he say? He was just an empty shell, barely able to take care of himself.

After Di Luo took the apple, she fell into deep silence, not knowing what she was thinking.

Soon after, Su Mo and the others arrived at Work Area Four.

The entire interior of Work Area Four was empty, with no worktables.

All the inmates consciously stood at the edge.

Su Mo, as always, was assigned to a corner, where food and drinks were prepared, and even a few sexy magazines were placed to relieve his boredom.

Many inmates drooled as they watched, swallowing hard.

Su Mo turned to the soldier next to him and asked, "It's too boring for me to sit here alone. Can you pick a few inmates to come over and chat with me?"

"No problem, it's a small matter. Who do you want to talk to?"

The soldier standing beside him replied respectfully. Their impression of Su Mo was also very good. At least this guy was easy to serve.

To be honest, they were really afraid that this guy was a second-generation heir who took a fancy to some female officer or something, which would be troublesome.

"Him, then!"

Su Mo casually pointed to a thin man, so hungry that he was skin and bones.

"Alright."

The soldier next to him went up and brought the man over.

The dull man sat in front of Su Mo, looking at him with some confusion, not knowing why he was asked to come over.

"Don't be nervous, just chat with me."

As Su Mo spoke, he picked up a long roll of bread and handed it to the man.

The dull man looked at the bread Su Mo handed over and started gnawing without saying a word, but ended up choking.

Su Mo handed over a bottle of mineral water.

The dull man quickly twisted open the bottle and drank the water inside.

Su Mo's eyes looked at his hand, taking a few more glances, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Vilik."

Vilik replied without hesitation.

"What does this work area do?"

"Sorting garbage, picking out valuable things from the garbage pile."

Vilik said without hesitation.

Just as he finished speaking, the heavy ceiling of the work area cracked open, and garbage fell down with a crash, a huge cloud of dust and a pungent odor rushing toward them.

Then the prisoners swarmed up to scramble for sorting.

"Why are they working so hard?"

Su Mo asked with some surprise. Usually, although the criminals worked hard, they wouldn't be this motivated.

"The garbage pile is the easiest place to sort out high-value items. Once found, they can be exchanged for something of value. This is the only way we can get something other than food in prison, so it's considered a benefit."

Vilik replied, eating heartily.

"So, would you say I'm delaying you?"

"Not really. There aren't many good things to be found. And there are many highly toxic chemicals and various viral residues in the garbage. It's not surprising to die suddenly without protective clothing."

Vilik explained.

"You're unusually sensible and rational."

"Don't try to get information out of me. I used to be a research PhD. You should be able to tell."

Vilik replied frankly.

"A little bit, after all, it's rare to see an SS-class criminal as thin and weak as you. What did you do?"

Su Mo asked curiously.

"Nothing much, I just sent the people who were researching with me to hell."

Vilik replied frankly.

The corner of Su Mo's mouth twitched slightly. He could probably guess what this guy did. The entire laboratory was probably slaughtered.

Just then, there was a commotion in the area sorting garbage.

Su Mo looked over curiously and saw Machi with a grim smile, forcing a prisoner onto the garbage pile. The surrounding prisoners all hid far away.

Machi reached out to the prisoner, seemingly wanting him to hand over what he had found.

But although the prisoner was very frightened, he held on to the item tightly, while shouting, "Help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Machi swung his fist cleanly and directly smashed it on the prisoner's head like a hammer on a watermelon, instantly bursting it open, with red and white liquid splattering everywhere.

Then he reached out and snatched the item away.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed. The power of that punch just now was extraordinary.

And the level of negative energy pollution on his body was almost catching up to his own. This guy hadn't mutated, how awesome was that?

Seeing this, Su Mo recalled a piece of common sense about negative energy pollution that the False Creator Devourer had popularized to him when he was treating negative energy pollution at the Federation base.

There are two situations in this world where negative energy pollution can be used. One is immunity to negative energy pollution. Although negative energy pollution is used, one is not tempted by it. To put it in simple terms, it is like a person who loves to make money, but he will not be enslaved by money, and can give up as well as gain.

The other situation is the opposite, that is, sinking into pollution, extremely eager for the power of pollution, madly using the power of pollution, and its own willpower is extremely terrifying, that is, it will not mutate and degenerate. A common analogy is that he loves money extremely, chases it madly, but in his eyes, all the money is his, and it was originally his, extremely self-centered. He brings every negative energy to the extreme without mutating, thereby achieving control.

If he wasn't mistaken, this guy was the second situation, with some signs of controlling negative energy pollution.

Just this point alone made that guy unusually dangerous.

"This guy is so dangerous and doesn't listen to control, why don't you kill him?"

Su Mo asked curiously.

"Because he has strength, and strength has value. He used to be a member of the Fallen God Church, but this guy even killed people from the Fallen God Church."

Vilik didn't eat Su Mo's food for nothing, and introduced him.

"Oh."

Su Mo nodded.

At this time, a killing machine surrounded Machi, controlling him.

Machi didn't care at all. He just stood there, not taking these weapons seriously at all.

However, one of the hidden cameras on the ceiling turned its angle and looked at Su Mo.

The deepest part of the Endless Deep Space Prison, the Central Control.

A giant machine pillar, hundreds of meters high, stood in the center area.