"Beep—"

The magnetic levitation train whistled past on the floating track, carrying the three of Yun You away from Bottom City, heading towards Nest City Central City.

G District, located in the midtown part of Nest City No. 3, is one of the top-ranking midtown areas, ranking seventh in the entire Nest City.

Although it is a fully industrialized area, dominated by mines and foundries, its economy is quite good, and the official residents living here are often wealthy middle-class families.

And these people tend to have a strong aversion to the people of Bottom City, with comprehensive disdain from thought to perception.

Nest City is a place with extremely distinct class status; people from Bottom District cannot legally reach higher districts without a permit issued by Midtown or Upper City.

This is vividly reflected in the G District.

Just now, Yun You saw a man in a suit, forcibly dragged off his seat by the train police.

He was a person from Bottom City, although he owned quite a bit of property and a regular train ticket, just because his permit expired for two minutes, he was beaten up by the train police, thrown off the train like garbage at the station, rolling with his head bleeding.

Afterwards, the two train police disdainfully covered their noses, using a mop to wipe the seat over and over, not even hiding the contempt in their eyes.

"Filthy lower class running to Middle Upper for handouts again."

They muttered softly, while the surrounding people from Bottom District dared to be angry but not speak, allowing the train police to bully them, searching their bags like treating thieves, scrutinizing their permits.

Later, these two train police checked Yun You and her companions.

They demanded Yun You stand up and take out the suspicious military backpack, open it honestly, and said... without a permit, hurry up and get off.

Of course, Yun You did not have a permit; she didn't even have an ID card, let alone a certificate issued by the upper-class masters.

And Jack and Frost Moon naturally couldn't produce a permit either.

But the three did not need that piece of paper.

Yun You took out nothing but lightly untied the bandage wrapped around her hand, revealing the Three-Phase Diagram of the Apprentice Death God.

Then... there was no more.

The train police were instantly stupefied, their arrogant demeanor completely disappeared, leaving only trembling legs as if a sieve and a head full of sweat.

How could they have anticipated that the bottom tier, which they looked down on, would yield a wild Apprentice Death God who was willing to squeeze on the train with ordinary people!

Indeed, the permit was sanctioned by the Middle Upper City council and was an official document with legal force, theoretically able to constrain anyone.

But theory is merely theory after all.

In front of an Apprentice Death God, what does the so-called law count as?

The class that Middle Upper City is proud of, in the eyes of an Apprentice Death God, is as ridiculous as circus clowns.

In this world, Apprentice Death Gods are forever transcendent, with no reason or law constraining them; only stronger Apprentice Death Gods can control them.

So in the end, Yun You did not need to show a permit.

She just said one sentence—jump for me—and it made the two arrogant train police hold each other, taking two parachutes, and leap out the train window, playing a game of free fall...

Honestly, this kind of power to dictate life and death with one sentence surely feels quite comforting.

Yun You finally understood why those influential and wealthy people were so in love with their power.

Money, status, mansions, luxury goods, these things are merely surface-level desires.

The most gratifying thing is always controlling other "people," having the ability to manipulate "people" at will.

And power, precisely could easily achieve this.

However, Yun You still remembered Old Jin's warning to her and did not indulge in this pleasure.

She only intended a minor punishment, wanting the train police to learn respect, nothing more.

...

At two o'clock in the morning, after more than three hours on the levitating bullet train, Yun You and her companions arrived at G District on time.

Just getting off the bullet train, while waiting in the exit elevator, Yun You smelled a strong scent of burning metal and the smoky smell of coal burning, accompanied by the clanging of hammering that echoed over the plain where G District was located.

One by one, giant fortress-like super factories stood on the ground, using metal conveyor belts like tongues, absorbing ores from all directions, throwing them into building-sized steel furnaces, roasting them into smoky orange-yellow molten iron, then pouring into molds, becoming raw, rough parts.

Countless ant-sized silhouettes moved and worked within the immense architectonic structures. They were responsible for inspecting conveyor belts, controlling blast furnaces, waiting beside molds, working with their flesh and blood to control the operation of steel gears.

In truth, factories of this scale could completely use robots to replace humans, at least for those dangerous positions.

The reason factory owners don't do this is simply because labor is cheaper than machines, even if damaged, no repairs are needed, just symbolic compensation with two words.

Machines are fragile and expensive, and not many special robots can handle dangerous positions, but there is an inexhaustible supply of people from the Bottom District, sometimes all they need is food and shelter for people to work, without worrying about labor shortage.

Workers can only burn themselves amidst the smoke and molten iron, earning meager salaries with sweat and lives, sometimes raising their heads, looking through the thick smoke at the magnificent lights of the upper layers, and hovering cars flying in the sky, imagining themselves as the masters of these giant machines as their only entertainment.

The word 'wish' is too heavy, they dare not ponder deeply, nor dare to indulge.

Sometimes, they envy those peers working in mines; after all, if they die there, they won't have to toil so hard... they might even get some compensation, ensuring their wives and children at least a bowl of rice for the rest of their lives.

Yun You watched the numb workers, couldn't help but think of her own father who was also a worker, sighed with feeling, and felt somewhat uncomfortable.

But despite her sentiments, whether Yun You wished it or not, she had to admit that the moment she became an Apprentice Death God, she was no longer of the same kind as those bottom-tier people.

At least for now.

But the little girl will never forget her origin, nor will she betray or oppress them.

"Miss Wu Ming!"

At this point, a respectful voice broke the silence.

The elevator doors opened slowly, and the mine manager of the area had already prepared the vehicle for the three of Yun You, personally coming to greet them.

"Thank you Miss Wu Ming for accepting the mission, thank you for coming!"

The manager bowed to the three, especially to Yun You, then slightly hunched over, giving way, sycophantically said, "I am the mine manager, instructed by Lord Black Tiger to welcome the three of you."

"Lord Black Tiger has been waiting at the mine for a long time, I will take you there to visit him now."

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