I Don't Agree to the Terms

"The advanced Jile package? It's been three years, and it's finally out," Max said, looking at the new package released on the Jile Technology official website, his expression filled with excitement.

But as soon as he opened it, his expression froze.

Compared to the previous minor mechanical transplants, this time the transformation involved the entire body, requiring further modifications for eighty percent of it.

This made him hesitate.

Moreover, the price was extremely high; even after a discount of 0.1, it still cost ten million. Fortunately, there was an interest-free loan with zero down payment. This time the loan was divided into twenty-four thousand installments, that is, two thousand years, with monthly payments even lower than that of the advanced Jile package, only four hundred sixteen yuan.

Even now, he only needed to pay one thousand two hundred seventy-six yuan per month, which was indeed drastically cheap.

The only thing that made him hesitate was the extensive transformation.

Yet, the temptation of a minimum two thousand years of life was too great.

No one could resist the lure of a two thousand-year lifespan, especially since the cost was negligible.

He even suspected that in the future, Jile Technology might offer the capability of immortality, which excited him.

But excitement aside, a two thousand-year lifespan required replacing eighty percent of his body with machinery, which would deter many people.

Then he saw that it did not involve guns and eggs, but the kidney would be transformed into a powerful energy pump. As long as there was enough energy, it would never exhaust.

Clearly, Jile Technology still knew how to appeal to people.

"I'll buy it!"

Trading eighty percent of his body for two thousand years of life and a powerful physique surpassing ordinary humans was a deal well worth it.

Moreover, they also had functions like nanomimicry and flesh camouflage. The eighty percent modified area was completely inconspicuous and indistinguishable from ordinary human tissue parts.

He had just placed the order when he noticed the website kept responding.

"So many people..." Max's expression turned bitter, knowing that there were too many orders, causing an overload on Jile Technology's servers.

It wasn't just him who had set up alerts.

After waiting nearly half an hour, he finally succeeded in placing the order.

"It's really early," Max smirked, and after successfully placing the order, he hurriedly went to the local Jile Technology venue to wait, only to find the queue had already formed, previously it was ten streets away, now it was twenty. If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have had to wait.

Fortunately, Jile Technology had a solution this time, streamlining and ordering by number, which was processed quickly.

But even with the streamlining, the number was still very large.

Also because each person required a long time, ten minutes each, even though several transformation sites were opened, only six people could be handled per hour.

Max's number was set for ten days later at ten twenty in the morning.

He had to arrive on time and queue as required; missing it meant reapplying for a new number, which could possibly take six months.

"Damn, if only I hadn't hesitated," he thought, as his moment of hesitation had pushed his appointment back ten days.

The numbers were based on the time of purchase, first filtering by region, then sorted by time.

Of course, he was still relatively lucky; some people might have to wait several months.

After everyone got their numbers, the queued crowd dispersed, a spectacle indeed, as a large number of people shot off into the sky. The chaos, yet orderly operation under the mind system and the cooperation of the large database didn't result in any traffic accidents.

Max naturally left as well, without lingering any longer.

Waiting here rigidly was meaningless; instead, he set the journey as the highest priority in his brain system, instructing it to make sure he arrived at the local Jile company branch for the experiment well before ten twenty in ten days, regardless of whatever other tasks were on hand.

Of course, Max wouldn't forget such an important event but would remember it firmly.

"The Empire is unreliable; we can only depend on ourselves," Max had seen the biological monsters created by the Empire. While officially declared as fiction online, one of his online friends confirmed its existence and mentioned that the council and research institutions were developing something in another world.

These issues would definitely be suppressed publicly but were vividly described in private discussions.

As a peculiar empire, anything could happen.

Otherwise, this turmoil wouldn't have subsided so quickly, even the council had to step in personally to mitigate the impact.

As for celebrities cheating and fighting, in Max's eyes, those were just smokescreens, albeit very effective at diverting public attention from the escaped biological monster incident at the research institution.

"It's a pity, if only I could enter Jile Technology Company, I would at least have substantial security."

Max harbored some aspirations; everyone dreamed of entering Jile Technology Company, even just as a janitor, where you'd need to outcompete nearly ten thousand competitors to get in.

Mainly because the benefits were genuinely good; as revealed by some employees, one only needed to work four hours a day, and the next four hours were scheduled for learning, while the remaining sixteen hours were their own time. This alone was enough to outshine all other companies.