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There are no neat underwear and shiny gold coins in the desolate land. There is only desolation here. Apart from the barbaric centaurs, poisonous weeds and cold wind, there is nothing else. In order to survive, all the food is eaten, and what is pulled out is... nothing, even the shit will be digested when you are hungry. Among all the bad things, the most hateful, mean, and deadliest is my current situation. I vaguely find myself becoming the only living person in Maraton.

"But why did I end up with this situation? Why did they keep me and you stupid guy?" I started shouting again.

The abhorrent kick was leaning against the dark aisle. He just sprayed his nose, and the needles and threads on his body seemed to burst, and then he himself split into pieces into pieces of stone.

But why can those fronts still withstand his muscle movement? His farts are so smelly that they can't bear it.

"I'm calling you, bastard coward. Can you go a little further?"

"Uh... Uh!" He turned his head and looked at the other side. I thought he was leaving. Unexpectedly, it was just a slight sound of footsteps that attracted his attention.

"Just a goblin! It's not as big as a palm of hatred! I really don't understand why the master wants to let him survive." Two forgetful people walking alongside each other - they called themselves - pointed at me in the cage of thorns.

"Uh...uh?" Hades opened his eyes halfway, shook his head and drove away the flies that were constantly wandering in front of him.

"Hmm? You laugh at me too? Interesting? Hahaha, I've had enough of you, a brainless idiot. Your IQ is as few as the patches on you. Hell, why do the Forsaken people ask you to take care of me? Are they expecting you to lower my IQ?"

Abominable raised his neck and leaned his head against the stone.

Talking to him was a waste of time. I should forgive him - but his very rhythmic fart movement was simply ridiculing me. As soon as the smell overwhelmed, I felt slapped in the face.

"Enough, bastard!" I turned my nose from the stinky side to the other side, sat on the ground, swearing in my heart that I would never look at him again, this stupid thing. However, his structure was really good, so I inadvertently turned my head and glanced at him, thinking about how he was made.

This is not a question I should think about, I should think about how to escape. Although no matter which entrance in Maraton is, it is not an excuse to give up on escaping. And I have to do this, no matter whether the simple-minded stitch monster will stop me.

But no matter how I say it, I shouldn’t come to this place where birds don’t poop, I really regret it!

When I came to the desolate land, the sun was dragging the sunset toward the horizon. At this moment of the day, the light would play tricks with your eyes. The adventure team came from Ratchet City, and it didn't matter how many people were, they were dead now. Most of them died while exploring Maraton. I was the only one who survived, but was trapped here, and then the Forsakens broke in and started killing. When a dead soul raised his axe to kill me, his master stopped him. As soon as the guy walked to me, I felt the temperature around me dropped a lot.

He let me go, just spared my life. He locked me in a cage and was displayed like a work of art. I thought I would be like this forever until the pale-skinned elf came.

Her name is Veronara, who is here to discuss cooperation. I happen to have a lot of opinions on business. I haven't talked seriously with anyone about this topic in years.

I was about to drink a big sip of mushroom juice and listen to the "corpse" speak carefully, and then I heard her voice.

It was the sound of heavy objects transporting, what were they placing? There were slabs, tools, and targets for shooting. They were decorating and wanted to transform Maraton into their favorite appearance.

"We lack a craftsman!" Her voice was really cold. A big smile appeared on my face, as if there were a mountain of gold coins piled up in front of me. These undead wanted to recruit me. I could understand why their leader wanted to save my life. From this point of view, he was very wise.

Humans and elves have never been good at engineering. So even if they have a genius mind, they can't think of how to transform a crypt into a suitable place for people to survive. However, I happen to be not these two races, but also a genius. So this is very simple for me.

My blood burned suddenly. This cooperation may have allowed me to make a lot of money. Maraton is not simple. This place is big and wide... It also means that there is a lot of money to make.

I took a sip of mushroom water and stood up towards the pale lady.

"How much money are you willing to pay?"

She raised her head and gave me an unpredictable smile. "It seems you are not ready yet." She left again. What time has this been?

"Come back! Come back!" I shouted: "I've been ready for a long time, as long as the price is right."

She never looked back, but the sewing monster looked at me blankly. Sometimes I would remind myself that he actually didn't understand what I was saying.

I threw the empty water bag on his face: "Let your butt stay away from me, you corpses!"

His whole body moved, his eyes glared nervously. The dead body! He could understand this word, wasn't he the only one?

Veronara comes almost the same time a day, and then she leaves once I talk about money. I increasingly suspect that she is just using the word "cooperation".

The environment around me is also changing. These forgotten people work non-stop for a moment. They are completely untiring. I sometimes think that if I have a company that uses them to serve me, then I can definitely make a lot of money.

Why not? Their engineering is so bad that it is so rotten deep in the sea. Their tools to chisel stones are a piece of shit. The stone slabs attached to the wall are found in the toilet ditch.

They can waste materials, but they cannot insult engineering.

"Stop! That stone slab should be stuck there!" I roared and pointed to the other end above. The two forgotten people didn't understand what he was saying at all. This was an act of deducting wages!

"No, no, no, no! There! There!" I stretched out my claws desperately, trying to get the stone slab to the right place, but it moved in the opposite direction in the hands of the two Forgotten Ones.

"Um...uh!" The stitching monster screamed. Someone was approaching, and I didn't have to think about who it was.

"You seem to be interested in the engineering that Maraton is doing?"

"Slowly, ma'am. Don't get close to you first, let those people get the slab over there."

Veronara slowly stopped, but instead of doing what I said, she pulled out a roll of parchment from behind her. She held one end in her left hand and stood up. The entire drawing unfolded naturally.

Map of Maraton? Maraton! But there seems to be human text on it: Military District, where I am detained at this moment. The Mage District, the Alchemy District. It’s really interesting!

"We need a craftsman." The face under the black cloak repeated again.

"Uh...uh!" Abhorrified in a low voice, as if saying that he could do the job.

I originally wanted to continue asking for the price, but when I thought that Veronara might leave again, I resisted my urge.

"Why should I help you?" I asked casually, and then pointed to the forgotten ones. "Your people are not useful. I warn you that the wall is not stable. It is best to change it quickly, otherwise..."

"What else?" Veronara asked at me like a clown.

"Tall, you'd better figure out that you're talking to an engineer. I'm Gitzlok, the best craftsman in Ratchet City. There's no thousand gold coins to be used to help me."

Veronara started snickering. I would make her startled in surprise - as long as I showed my true abilities.

"Why do you prove that you are right?" the elf smiled.

"By my brain, many rich people have praised me."

"Now this is the territory of the Forgotten. We also only accept the help of our own people. Our leader, the Withering One, calls you a genius craftsman."

"Oh, your leader? Why didn't you say it earlier?!" I spitted on the ground: "He was right, and that's why he let me survive. He wanted to transform this land, as long as I could help him."

"Then you must be worthy of his evaluation of you."

"I will draw him the best design drawing in the world!"

“He needs more than your knowledge.”

I began to get nervous and found myself having nothing but excellent computing talent and outstanding engineering knowledge.

"He needs you!"

What I sometimes forget is that humans and elves do not see us the way we look at them. They always have contempt in their eyes, or use money to drive us to work for them. As long as the price is high, we can do anything for them - although it seems to be the truth.

"price……"

"We don't have the money to pay your salary for the time being!"

"What?" I screamed in disbelief. This guy was simply wasting my time. Who would do the job without reward?

"Because all resources, including gold coins, are used to build our city."

I put away my anger! Veronala's obvious hint made my eyes unable to move away from her sickly face. "City? It means there are many people, many business opportunities and trade places, and of course, there are many people who spend money." I lowered my head and rubbed my hands without listening. I knew that in front of Veronala, I had already written the word greed on my face. But this is the nature of a goblin. I don't care about her opinion, I only care if what she said is true?

"The green skin is indeed not a serious creature!" She wanted to spell a few words, but her mouth was stuck. "I want to remind you that Gitzlok. The Withered Lord does not mean that the Forgotten One wants to cooperate with you, but..."

"Join you, I know, I know... Of course I do!" My words seemed to shock her. She stood there for a while before she realized.

"The slim man born for money!" she said, her eyes proud. "Add to join us requires you to meet several conditions."

"Contract Treaty? I know that every business has these damn rules and regulations."

"It's different." She shook her head, "Breaking the treaty will only cost you money at most, but as long as you violate any of the conditions I mentioned, you will be dead."

It's really chilling. I was scared on the surface, but I was laughing at Veronara in my heart. In front of gold coins, death is nothing!

"The first condition: no matter where you are, you cannot mention the Forgotten, and anything related to the Forgotten!"

"Can't disclose customer privacy? It's easy! I'll shut up."

"The second condition is that you cannot escape from the forgotten until you die!"

"Lifetime clause? This requires a high enough salary on the contract. But due to your development prospects, I can agree to this."

"The third condition is that you must always remember that you are serving the Withered Lord, and you cannot hide anything from him because of your personal desires!"

I don't like this condition because if I don't get enough rewards, I will try my best to make money from other places. I doubt whether the Withered Lord Veronala's mouth - also my boss - can give me enough money.

"I'm just serving him? Or the question... in terms of price."

"I can tell you very clearly." She bent down, as if what she wanted to say to me next would be very attractive. In fact, it is true. "Maraton is just the first place occupied by the Forgotten. There will be countless Marratons and countless transformation projects in the future!"

"It seems that there are no other shareholders. I agree to the third condition."

I saw Veronala's mouth twitching, and it seemed that she admired me very much that I could say that every condition was part of the contract.

“Are there any paper contracts?”

"No, you just need to remember that once you violate any of the above conditions, you will die."

"Remember, remember." I smiled, I really remembered, but Veronara was obviously wondering if I really remembered.

Just then, I saw her open the cage.

“I need an assistant.”

After being out of the cage, my first request was not to have a big meal or a comfortable office, but to be an assistant.

I already have someone to choose.

The elf lady's expression was first surprised, then she smiled. I grinned, a more exaggerated smile than the crocodile in the dust swamp.

"Who do you want to be your assistant?"

"He!" I pointed to the abhorrent. Veronara looked even more surprised than before.

"I thought you would find a smarter guy."

"My assistant only needs to meet two conditions, one is obedient and the other is strong."

I admire my choice very much because no one among the Forgotten Ones can compare to hatred. Veronara nodded in agreement, and I believe she would agree.

She gave me an identity, the chief engineer of the Forgotten, which sounded pretty good. She also told me that I was the first living person to join the Forgotten.
Chapter completed!