Chapter 113 - Star

Chapter 113: Chapter 107 StarIf you choose to stay in this villa, you will enjoy the meticulous care of automated mechanical arms and will never have to worry about food, drink, or entertainment for the rest of your lives.

And if you choose to open that door, you will be exiled to the real wilderness, starting from scratch without any help, to rebuild human civilization."

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Li Cheng paused briefly, smiling as he said, "Once, humanity destroyed the ecological environment of Mother Earth in nuclear wars and also ruined the crystallization of their proud civilization. Having the chance to start over is already not easy, what more could we ask for?

As for my choice..."

He raised his palm and positioned it on the watertight door’s wheel, turning his head to smile at the catwoman in a suit, "The next time the old and new humans meet might just be in the starry skies a thousand years from now."

The catwoman took a deep breath, "...Good luck."

"Good luck to you too."

As the communication cut off, the TV screen plunged into darkness, and Li Cheng, Little Red Riding Hood, and Jin Huixing jointly turned the wheel and pushed open the heavy door.

Whoo—

A fierce wind blew, and the sandy wilderness stretched endlessly while spaceships and space stations sailed across the distant azure sky. Standing under the harsh sunlight, the trio seemed like forsaken children of the world.

Li Cheng bent down, his palms gently brushing over the green leaves of a wild plant.

Thankfully, hope still exists.

"Doctor Lynn,"

On the other side of Earth, in a fortress atop the Himalayas, the catwoman in a suit was reporting via remote video to a female human scientist sitting in a wheelchair, "The three former humans from Shelter No. 3 have passed the test and chosen to leave the shelter to survive in the wilderness."

"That quickly?"

The scientist named Lynn raised an eyebrow, "What about the other shelters?"

The catwoman replied, "They are still selecting through a reality show."

"I see. Don’t disturb them, just push ahead with the plan."

Lynn indifferently turned off the communication video, using a helmet filled with electrode pads on her head, she sent out electrical signals to control her anti-gravity wheelchair to float up and drift to the window.

From the Himalayas, one could clearly see millions of ships emitting pale blue propulsion flames as they departed from Earth.

"Master,"

In the bunker, a more advanced mechanical arm, similar to those in the villas, spoke up with hesitant inquiry, "Can the plan truly succeed?"

Lynn glanced at the mechanical arm, which Auto AI programs she had written herself risking no chance of betrayal, and it was safe to share her deepest secrets with it.

After arriving in this world, Lynn had spent decades guiding and controlling four billion new humans, making them board spaceships to leave Earth for the starry sea.

This wasn’t entirely out of romanticism but more to verify Lynn’s conjecture—that the world created by the killing field wasn’t a complete universe, but some kind of virtual world with physical boundaries.

The mass escape of four billion new humans might trigger the killing field’s emergency mechanisms. Then, would it be destruction, regression, or laissez-faire as the new humans advanced, further expanding the cosmic space?

"The plan will succeed, it must succeed."

With an expressionless face, Lynn muttered softly while her glasses reflected a strange gleam, "Only by mastering the secrets behind the killing field can that goal be achieved."

The mechanical arm tentatively asked, "Step by step to supreme power?"

"Bullshit!" Lynn rolled her eyes, "It’s damn curing paralysis! I can’t stand sitting in this wheelchair for a single moment longer! Damn killing field, damn toy factory, this setup is just like anime character settings, forcing me to be paralyzed.

Make a walking cane, and the damn cane breaks.

Implant mechanical limbs, and the limb system crashes.

Even if they make a Gundam, the moment I sit in it, Gundam’s legs would immediately be disabled, paralyzed on the spot.

Killing field, Achili, don’t let me find your physical form, I must tear off your mask and slap your face, mother*******"

In the bunker, Lynn’s colorful expressions echoed.