The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 148 The Dying Man
"dream?"

This vocabulary is a bit unfamiliar, V thought about it carefully, he really didn't have much impression of this thing.

I seem to be a person without dreams.

But... why am I so obsessed with the word "champion"?
Is this my [dream]?
Momo, who was standing on a small bench, continued.

"Momo has no parents. I was raised by the garbage grandpa. Grandpa is an amazing mechanic. He taught me how to make machines and told me that people should not live like machines. People live for their dreams. living."

"Grandpa's dream is to use his own mechanical creation to make people all over the world happy. Momo also wants to be like grandpa, but grandpa said that Momo should find his own dream, but grandpa died of illness not long after. Let Momo find her dream!"

"what?"

V has a puzzled look in his eyes.

Momo's big eyes shone with brilliance, shining like stars in the sky.

"Billboards let Momo see the best thing in the world, which is the [MB Contest]! Everyone in the garbage area is depressed every day, as if they are dead, but when they see the boxing match on the screen, everyone will forget it Worry, become happy!"

"[MB Contest] is the best thing in the world that can make everyone happy! So I made up my mind to participate in [MB Contest] and win the championship. Although Momo is too thin and small to be a boxer, But I can, as a mechanic, create the best mecha, and realize it together with Grandpa’s dream, so that I can find the meaning of my existence..."

? !
heard it!
Why is this voice so familiar? !
Like a cassette tape, the brain suddenly paused at this moment, and a familiar voice sounded in V's mind like it was rewinding.

【Do you understand the meaning of existence】

For a moment, consciousness seemed to sink into the deep sea, falling continuously, as if wanting to salvage those lost things.

hiss--

Breathing heavily, the oxygen revived V's consciousness and returned to reality from the sinking deep sea.

Without thinking too much, he clenched his fist, as if he had grasped something, and said firmly.

"Yes, you must win! Winning the championship is the meaning of my existence! I will definitely become the champion of the MB competition!"

clap clap clap clap-

Hearing V's oath of victory, Momo, standing aside, applauded happily.

"Great! That's it, with the best mechanic in my world, you can definitely become a champion!"

The two guys who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth seem to be a match made in heaven, and they made the championship oath here.

Pointing to the mechanical gadgets on the ground that he had been tinkering with for a long time, Momo excitedly introduced.

"Look! This is V's mecha. It is tailor-made for you by the best mechanic in the world. Just add a few more parts, and the 1.0 version will be completed. Immediately, V can start punching again!"

Speaking of which, Momo excitedly made a few punching movements. If it wasn't for this malnourished body, she might really plan to become a mecha boxer and fight in person.

Judging from the handsome appearance of the mecha, Momo does have some talents as a mechanic.

But an insider can tell at a glance that the joints of most parts of this mecha have a sense of incongruity.

Many parts that did not match the models were forcibly spliced ​​together after some modifications.

Generally speaking, this is a piece of stuff cobbled together from various mecha wreckage. After connecting to the machine core interface, it is still a question of whether it can be started smoothly with a chip.

But in V's eyes, this is a mecha that can be used for combat, and he firmly believes in it.

Then an information panel appeared in front of him.

【Name: Dream Mecha】

[quality: white]

[Type: Dungeon Props]

[Description: The semi-finished mecha made by genius mechanic Momo, although it is just a pile of scrap iron now, but if you can wear its finished product, you will feel that you can conquer the whole world! 】

[Special effects: Wearing it can effectively increase the load, exercise the body, and produce more effective physical protection for the covered parts]

Suddenly thought of something, Momo hurriedly pulled out a small cart.

"Ah, it's almost time to dump the trash, I'll see if I can find the remaining parts..."

Pulling up the trolley, Momo waved at V and was about to rush out the door.

"and many more!"

Struggle to move his body, like an old machine that hasn't been started for a long time, V staggered and stood up from the bed.

Every time this body riddled with holes moved, it seemed to be falling apart.

Every part of the body is sending out pain signals to the brain.

Pain is an organism's self-protection mechanism, which prevents the brain from issuing harmful instructions to the body in a strongly stimulating manner.

But at this moment, V ignored this warning signal and forcibly issued one instruction after another to drive his body.

He wanted to help the kid.

With a strong will, the pain from the body gradually subsided.

His stubborn rock-like will gradually [accustomed] to this degree of pain.

"Momo, I'll go with you too."

Seeing that V offered to go to the garbage mountain together, Momo smiled in surprise.

"Really? Great! Maybe we can make the mech today!"

Trying to adapt to his stumbling body, V followed Momo to the outside.

This area is completely different from the bright and bright city that never sleeps. The entire block full of waste materials and buildings has no plan, like cancer cells that invade the remaining space uncontrollably, multiplying and expanding at will.

This is the [garbage area] that people in the upper city call, an underground area located under the city that never sleeps.

The residents living inside are like rats living in the sewers. Most of them make a living by picking up materials from the [Trash Mountain], so they are also called [Trash Guys].

The [garbage guy] here is like a decomposer in the biosphere, absorbing and disposing of the waste excreted from the upper city.

The shacks they live in are built from discarded materials from the garbage mountains.

The clothes they wear are obsolete products that have been discarded.

The tools they use are all recycled and transformed from discarded waste products.

The food most of them eat [biological meal] is a mixture of various unknown organic substances collected from the garbage mountain.

The people living here have basically gone through the [Iron Stomach Transformation] of [Longgu Life Group], so they can digest this kind of food that is difficult to eat like biofuel.

The cost of modification is part of the body organs such as kidneys.

Under such a harsh environment, almost none of the original residents here lived past the age of 40, and it is for this reason that orphans are also a major specialty here.

Although batches of people here died young one after another, the streets are still always crowded with all kinds of figures.

As stated earlier, this is where Uptown's trash is dumped.

Gambling dogs who lost their fortunes in the game, drug addicts who were drained of their last trace of money by hallucinogens, and impoverished people who were deprived of all their value by big companies, these living garbage will always be ruthlessly dumped batch after batch it's here.

[Trash Zone] There is never a shortage of [Trash Guys].

They are the same as the garbage here, the useful part is picked up and recycled, and flows back to the upper city of the city that never sleeps through layers, while the remaining waste is discarded forever, quietly deposited and forgotten.

Having lost their meaning of existence, they live numbly like machines.

And the billboard standing in the middle of the garbage area is their last resort.

The mech boxing shown above can bring the last stimulant to their numb life.

Whether it is a lie or an illusion, it seems that it is within reach, making people forget their lives.

Like the last breath of oxygen a dying person breathes.

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