MM Racing Chapter 227 Socialized Parenthood Act
Chapter 227 Socialized Parenthood Act
Chapter 227 Socialized Parenthood Act
A single spark landed on the man's corpse and instantly ignited his entire body.
The rising flames reflected off Modi, casting a distorted shadow on him.
His eyes reflected the flames as he turned to look at another corpse beside him. Just as he was about to do the same, his hand stopped moving.
He saw one of the girl's fingers twitch without warning, and then she sat up straight, her lifeless eyes flashing with an eerie light, blood still flowing from her heart.
"A zombie? No, she gives me a familiar feeling."
After a moment's thought, a word came to mind: "witch."
His eyes lit up, and with lightning speed, he struck, snapping the girl's limbs off her corpse.
Without limbs, Su Sheng's corpse was like a paper tiger, posing no threat even to ordinary people.
The corpse's eyes remained cloudy, lifeless like those of a dead fish, seemingly without experiencing any pain, only its body twitched involuntarily a few times.
"She seems to have lost her mind. How did she manage to use her abilities? Could it be due to instinct?"
Modi pinched the corpse's chin, and before he could examine it closely, he sensed an unusual fluctuation beside him.
Turning his head to the side, he saw a corpse engulfed in flames, struggling to get up from the ground.
"So, her ability is to summon corpses? No, it can't be that simple."
Modi stared at the staggering, burning corpse with a scrutinizing gaze.
The burning corpse possessed a protective instinct and identified the witch's corpse that had awakened it as its master. Even though its entire body was nearly carbonized, it still lunged at Modi one by one.
He neither dodged nor avoided, but simply exhaled a breath gently over the corpse.
The breath transformed into a icy wind that swept past, colliding head-on with the burning corpse, extinguishing its flames, covering its entire body with frost, and freezing it in place, unable to move.
With one hand gripping the witch's corpse by the neck, Mordy approached the frozen body and began an on-the-spot autopsy.
"Its entire body is highly carbonized, and it can still move even after being burned like this. Perhaps some unknown factor is driving its movement, and that factor is... the Witch Factor?"
According to Xia An, the reason why witches possess all sorts of magical abilities is entirely due to the witch genes within their bodies.
The origin of this factor is difficult to trace, but one thing is certain: it only appears in women, at least that's what all the companies say.
At this moment, however, Modi discovered a situation that did not match the intelligence.
The charred male corpse contained a small amount of witch factors, and it was these factors that were driving the corpse's movements.
"Did the witch's corpse imbue it with witch genes, or did it already possess them?"
Modi collected some factors from the charred corpse, added fuel to the fire, and burned it completely to charcoal.
Now it could no longer rise.
"I need to find more corpses for experiments. As for you..." He picked up the witch's corpse and stared at it for a moment.
He forced a drop of blood from his hand; this drop of blood was a combination of countless tiny blood god particles.
Blood dripped into the witch's corpse's mouth, taking over her instincts without completely assimilating her, monitoring her various data, and controlling her actions.
After reattaching the limbs, pulling out the knife, and stopping the bleeding, the witch's corpse blinked and revealed a sweet smile, devoid of any deathly aura that a corpse should possess, perfectly matching the characteristics of a girl of this age.
Her blood and qi were released into her body, and clothes matching Modi's replaced her original attire, also covering up the skin that was inadvertently exposed.
And just like that, a witch prototype was completed.
The witch said, "The witch factor within this body shouldn't be analyzed so quickly unless I can allocate more computing power."
"But I only have so much computing power at my disposal, especially after crossing boundaries. Due to latency and the existence of crystal walls, I can mobilize even less, unless I let go and spread the Blood God Child on a large scale."
Having received his answer, the witch could only shrug and drop the matter.
"Although it hasn't been analyzed, calling it is still not a problem. Based on the current condition of this body, I can control up to three complete corpses at a time."
"You mean, you can control incomplete corpses? Like severed limbs or something?" Mordy asked.
"Probably, but I need to try it out before I can draw a conclusion."
Modi looked into the distance and could vaguely see the outlines of the city's tall buildings, with some low and simple houses standing in the background.
That's probably the slums surrounding the city.
This is a world with a severe wealth gap. The rich are high above others, enjoying almost all the conveniences provided by technology, while the poor can only live in slums or even sewers, living like rats.
In recent years, with the introduction of a series of "socialized parenting laws," the poor have even had their right to natural reproduction restricted.
A major corporation plans to completely replace natural childbirth with artificial womb technology.
Citizens of second class or lower are prohibited from having or raising infants. If discovered, they will face hefty fines, and their infants will be confiscated and sent to socialized care centers for unified care.
This is not to relieve their pressure, but to cultivate batch after batch of cattle and horses to serve the company.
All people born from artificial wombs and raised through socialization will be assessed upon reaching adulthood. Those who pass will be able to join company departments, while those who fail will be assigned to low-end, arduous jobs.
No matter who you are, you are born with huge loans, including birth loans, child support loans, education loans... Most people will probably have to spend their whole lives repaying these debts.
"What a stagnant world."
Modi shook his head, as if he could smell the decay from the distant skyscrapers.
War, slaughter, change, blood... these are all his powers. As the god of change, he naturally detests the current state of this world and society.
The Concern Group monopolizes everything, and everyone is born in shackles. Now, those companies want to use socialized childcare measures to brainwash infants and young children under the guise of education.
This is to nip any budding resistance in the bud, ensuring that they remain as lowly laborers at the bottom of the company for generations to come.
He learned all of this from the witch's mind.
"The world needs change, in whatever form," he asserted.
Mody is not against artificial womb technology and socialized upbringing, but he opposes the predetermined future for ordinary people.
The witch interjected, "If they dare to do this now, they will dare to use cloning to clone engineers and soldiers in batches in the future... thereby completely abandoning the lower classes and making their social classes permanent."
She and Modi shared the same roots, so she naturally knew what he was thinking.
Both of them were beginning to harbor murderous intent.
War is always the most direct and quickest way to overthrow the existing order.
But this is on the premise that Modi stakes the entire Blood Sea Divine Kingdom and withdraws all the forces left in the Northern Territory.
"I can't do that. They certainly annoy me, but I have other interests to consider."
He was not a pure believer in God, and he was able to resist the restlessness brought about by authority.
"Let's use a safer method: assimilation and infiltration. That's what I'm best at."
The two walked into the pitch-black night, heading towards the light.
The slums were not far away and there were no walls blocking them. Even if the two of them moved at a normal speed, they would soon reach the entrance of the slums.
On the way, they didn't encounter any more thieves, which may be related to the image that Modi is now adopting.
Now, he is tall and burly, with arms as strong as steel, and no one dares to look him in the eye.
Therefore, even though he was accompanied by a beautiful young woman, no troublemakers dared to cause him any trouble.
Pedestrians who were sneaking out in the dark on both sides of the road would turn around and leave as soon as they saw him, for fear of getting punched by him.
"Growing this big, it's either been injected with drugs or it's had the money for genetic modification. Either way, it's not someone we can mess with," someone said on the street corner.
When the man's words reached Modi's ears, he immediately turned around and glanced at him, scaring the man and his companion away on the spot.
"This appearance is better; it saves a lot of trouble," Modi said.
The two had entered the interior of the slum, where streets and alleys were interconnected and resembled a maze under the cover of night.
Dirty, messy, and chaotic—that's the best way to describe the environment here.
The power lines are crisscrossed, some even hanging down, making it difficult to guard against them.
Stagnant water, garbage, and even human remains are scattered everywhere on the streets.
"The environment here is pretty much what I expected."
Modi said casually, then suddenly stopped, wrinkled his nose slightly, and turned to look at a small alley next to him.
"There's a smell of blood there," the witch said.
"Wouldn't that be perfect? We need corpses to study the witch factor."
He grinned and strode into the alley.
The alley was narrow and dark, with several bags of garbage on each side. Fortunately, the smell of blood was not coming from the plastic bags, otherwise they would have had to painstakingly piece the body back together.
Footsteps echoed through the alley, approaching from afar and quickly alerting the people inside.
"Who is it?"
In the deep alley, the three of them looked up at the same time, gazing out of the alley.
In the middle of the three was a pitiful victim whose body had been disemboweled, and next to him was a haggard woman who had just cut off his internal organs and put them into a bag.
Clearly, these three were a gang of organ traffickers, the lowest of the low among the rats in this slum.
They were neither rich nor poor, and dared only to set their sights on the rest of the poor, plotting to take their organs.
Those high-end talents from the slums either smuggled high-tech products or formed cliques and carved out their own territories.
"Hey, Leni, Hammer, someone's here. Could it be one of the 'jinx's' people? They've discovered we're causing trouble on their turf?"
Peak stared at the entrance to the alley, speaking with a hint of nervousness.
"If we get caught by those jinxes, they'll skin us alive and leave us hanging on a rack. We'd better run." The man holding the claw hammer looked terrified and moved his feet quietly.
"Since we've already got the goods, let's hurry back and sell them," the haggard-looking woman suggested.
"Alright, let's go."
Peak nodded and ran into the depths of the alley.
They had just taken a step when two whooshing sounds came from behind them.
Pick instinctively turned around and saw that his two companions had fallen to the ground, each with a shard of glass stuck in the back of their heads.
Fear overwhelmed him.