The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 131 - 126, The Eyes of Taigong Above! (Over ten thousand words today, Ao)
Chapter 131: Chapter 126, The Eyes of Taigong Above! (Over ten thousand words today, Ao)Somewhere in a KTV, inside the most luxurious private room, the only source of light was the colorful light dangling above, constantly swaying in the dim environment.

In the eerily silent and oppressive atmosphere, only the songs on the screen continued to play.

Around the marble table in the center of the room, twenty to thirty men knelt on one knee in a circle, their faces no longer fierce as usual, now looking up respectfully toward the four small black robes on the table.

The traditional wizard attire: small black robes with large hoods and long cloaks, their necks loosely tied with black ropes.

On their head areas instead were four displays, showing expressionless panda heads, and each Tablet Spirit wore a pair of black sunglasses to exhibit their fierceness.

Of course, given their physical structure, they couldn’t wear normal sunglasses, so they wore black swim goggles which, despite making them look like oddly-shaped Ultramans due to the straps, at least fit tightly over their screens.

”Report, Sir, I have gathered all the Wanderers of Shanqi Street,” said the lead man in a deep voice, ”they express...”

The four black-robed Tablet Spirits all looked towards him simultaneously, their four pairs of sunglasses imposing even without anger, and a subtitle appeared in the holographic projection in front of them:

Hmm?

”They are willing to serve ’Taigong’ as their master,” the man bowed his head, sweat dripping from his forehead, not daring to meet the gaze of the Tablet Spirits for fear of having his soul sucked away by the endless blackness in the sunglasses.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed...

That this world indeed had Hell, the King of Flame Demon, and the all-consuming Desperate Demon Flames...

And this, it seemed, was just the tip of the iceberg of the abilities of these four Black Robed Envoys, not to mention that above them, there was the extremely Mysterious ”Taigong”.

According to the four Black Robed Envoys, ”Taigong” had nine heads and faces, seven arms and twelve legs, three mouths and twenty-seven eyes, moved between Yin and Yang, possessed infinite magical powers, and was also the master of the legendary 6V Super Giant Dream Desert Sculpture.

Well, they too didn’t understand the last part, but it sounded impressive and commanding anyway.

And their present mission was to rescue the Wanderers of Shanqi Street from dire straits.

After the mechanical disciples were eradicated by the Thirteen District Police Station, and Garcia tragically died causing Seal Street to fall apart, this F District street swiftly became ownerless, provoking numerous small forces around...

Just then, four Black Robed Envoys emerged, deterring petty criminals with their iron-fisted methods, turning any foolish person daring to obstruct them into ashes amidst rootless fires.

Due to the previous terror exerted by the mechanical disciples in the surrounding area, Shanqi Street and its vicinity lacked qualified underground organizations. Whether scavenging or overpowering, the Black Robed Envoys quickly established a new order here, the brand-new...

Taigong Dynasty!

The projection displayed a subtitle: From today onward, this place will be called Taigong Street, managed jointly by you twenty-five people.

”Yes!” the twenty-five people briefly rejoiced, then quickly lowered their heads, fully aware that ”Taigong” chose them as the mid-level cadre of Taigong Street not for any other reason than because they were submissive.

Those who dared confront the Black Robed Envoys directly all ended up cracked themselves.

Thus, the twenty-five unanimously decided to carry out their dealings under Taigong with an approach of utmost submission.

Beneath Taigong, submission would carve out their own space!

The projected subtitles continued:

Taigong’s demands on you are simple.

First, strict discipline—without it, a gang is just loose sand. We’ll give you thirteen disciplinary guidelines. Those who disobey will be executed immediately!

Second, all economic activities on Taigong Street remain the same, but any illegal actions are strictly prohibited. It’s a critical period to stabilize the organization, and we absolutely cannot afford to give the Thirteen District Police Station any handle that could lead to our destruction.

Third, one-third of the monthly turnover is to be kept with ’Taigong’, and furthermore, use all available resources to gather intelligence, Black Silver, and individuals with a Mysterious Coefficient above 1.0. Note: If such individuals are discovered, do not make contact privately; report immediately to the Black Robed Envoys for Taigong to make a decision.

Lastly, the Eye of Taigong watches over.

The twenty-five silently noted these three points.

The projected subtitles continued: This is entrusted to you.

Black Robe Xiao Bing threw out three red firecrackers.

Subtitles: If foreign enemies invade, light these items, cast them into the sky, and loudly declare, ”With one Cloud Piercing Arrow, armies come to meet,” and strong reinforcements will descend.

”Yes!” The leader among the twenty-five carefully took the three Cloud Piercing Arrows, treating them as treasures.

Subtitles: Alright, you all can leave now.

The heavy stone in the hearts of the twenty-five dropped, this Black Robed Envoy wasn’t as cruel and ferocious as rumored, and after bidding farewell, they quickly left. Next, it was time for the twenty-five to divide up Taigong Street and enjoy the profits...

Speed was necessary, the first of Taigong’s thirteen rules forbid infighting, so the matter of dividing...

First come, first served!

Inside the private room, four Tablet Spirits removed their swimming goggles, took off their little black robes, and looked at each other, excitement filling their big eyes.

Taigong Street!

New power!

Power!

Benefits!

In just seven days, they had done a bunch of things, perfectly inheriting Jiang Shu’s character in pursuing more interesting matters.

A: But, will Master be angry when he finds out about us playing like this...

B: Shouldn’t... be, right? We’ve won him so much money! And power! And Black Silver! And information! Maybe even a pretty Key Master girl!

C: But... we didn’t tell him in advance.

D: ... Don’t look at me, I’m just a fighter, what bad intentions could a fighter have?

They were all happy during the mischief, but now it seemed like nobody wanted to take the blame.

Thinking this, the four Tablet Spirits couldn’t help but sigh from their venting ports, then sat on the table, their eight short legs anxiously swinging, and their screens filled with worry.

Originally, they were just indignant, suspecting mechanical disciples (their guess) of conspiring against Jiang Bao, causing his imprisonment. They thought of targeting the disciples a bit, but by the time they reached the four known strongholds, they had already been purged.

Jiang Bao’s imprisonment, although voluntary, was still a loss, so they needed to help Jiang Bao make it up elsewhere...

And as they earned, things took a different turn, and then...

The Taigong Dynasty was born.

Sigh, life is hard, the Tablets sighed.

Finally, Jiang Xiaoyi, Taigong’s own little padded jacket, stepped forward.

B: How about... we don’t tell Master first?

C: Build it big and strong! What’s done is done! The rice is already cooked!

D: Then wear the yellow robe and rule the world!

A: Given this, this matter can only benefit Master, it must do no harm, all adverse consequences must be borne by us.

Little A was serious, it had reached Wise Time first, so it had already begun thinking about consequences— which were—

If trouble arises, the consequences will be severe!

The four Tablet Spirits exchanged glances, after all, they got into this together and if anything goes wrong, they must carry it together...

No, they absolutely mustn’t let things go wrong!

They absolutely mustn’t let Taigong know they are Taigong!