An empty conference room.
As a glimmer of light emerged from the projector, figures soon appeared on the seats in front of them.
Dr. A pushed open the door and walked in. He nodded slightly when others greeted him, and a rare and subtle smile appeared on his face. During this period, the achievements of the Bionic School were obvious. It not only attacked the power of the Genetic School, but also blocked their experimental plans. Some of the data gave them a fuller understanding of their opponents, and they could even vaguely predict their opponents' next moves. One step of action.
soon.
Figures stood up one after another to report their respective results. Many people were smiling, obviously very satisfied with the achievements of the Bionic School during this period.
Compared with the past when they were stuck in underground laboratories conducting research, people from the bionic school have indeed done a lot recently.
Especially in cooperation with the Brotherhood to promote some relatively clean energy and food, many improved crops grown in laboratories have also begun to be grown in harsh environments outside. The influence of the Bionic School is gradually expanding. At least in the northern region, they have gained the support of many people, and many local forces are also showing favor to them.
but.
At this time, Dr. A stood up and coughed slightly. After the entire conference room gradually became quiet, the doctor clapped his hands with a serious expression and said, "We have indeed achieved some results during this period."
"But that's nothing to be proud of!"
"Gentlemen."
"Ladies."
Dr. A clapped his hands, and soon a huge steel city was projected in front of his eyes. Many people recognized it as Beidou at first sight, but they didn't know that Dr. A had information to share with everyone this time.
"Everyone, please look here."
The projected images began to change, and were gradually locked into some communities in Beidou. The places that were too confidential could not be photographed even if Nuwa interfered, but some obvious buildings were enough for the people present to see a lot of things.
"This... this is a school?..." An older man said hesitantly, pushing up his glasses.
"Yes." Dr. A nodded silently and said with some seriousness: "There are already twelve schools like Beidou. And they are still expanding."
The picture is much closer.
As time passed quickly, a picture of the sun rising appeared on it, and then groups of students began to do morning exercises. There were about 10,000 students in a school, ranging in age from 8 to 16 years old. These schools It seems to be a semi-closed military management, and students can be seen moving in neat formations.
The picture changes again.
This time it was a close-up view. There were about fifty or sixty students sitting in a spacious classroom. Everyone's expression was very serious. This seemed to be taken by special personnel. You could even see the big words on the blackboard.
— "Spring and Autumn and Warring States, Pre-Qin and Han Dynasties."
This seemed to be a history lesson, a lesson that was almost useless in the wasteland era, but all the students listened attentively. There was a square [Chinese] character written in the center of the blackboard.
The scene shifted to the playground.
Hundreds of fifteen-year-old boys could be seen receiving a certain degree of military training. Farther away was a closed shooting range, with two soldiers holding guns standing at the door.
"A school like this can accommodate about 10,000 students."
Dr. A's tone was a little heavy and he said slowly: "As far as I know, Beidou's current resources are not abundant, and their manpower is not much better than ours. Although their heavy industry has recovered a lot, their light industry has not It’s totally not enough to meet everyone’s living needs.”
"In order for these children to be freed from heavy physical labor, their parents and relatives must work at least 12 to 16 hours a day."
Having said this, Dr. A repeated in a heavy voice: "Every day!"
"Can you imagine?"
"This city is like a steel machine running at full speed. They are moving at a speed we can't even imagine."
Dr. A waved his hand gently, and the scene immediately switched to a prosperous gathering place.
There are basically white faces inside, but most of them are adults. In some workshops and factories, you can see many half-grown teenagers working on the assembly line. The screen starts to switch rapidly. In the weapons shop, In bars, on the streets, in the wilderness, the faces of many teenagers appeared, and finally they were fixed in a somewhat cold classroom.
There were about ten people sitting in the empty classroom. One look at their clothes showed that they came from a good family, because in the wasteland era, the lower class people could never afford to wear clean and tidy clothes.
"Chaebol Group."
"Those capitalists, they are overdrafting our future..." Dr. A said in a low voice: "The birth rate of newborns is decreasing year by year. Even if there are children born, there is a lack of medical care, a lack of food, a lack of education, and under the pressure of survival, They start working at the age of twelve on average.”
"The penetration rate of education is less than 12%, and the people receiving education are basically concentrated in the hands of the plutocrats."
"This is the gathering place for the Puro people."
"In a gathering place with a population of nearly 80,000, there is only one school, and there are less than 100 students in the school. Those who are qualified to enter the school are basically people from the water merchant group."
"Gentlemen."
"Ladies."
"Do you know what this means?"
"In three years at most, when the first batch of Beidou children to receive education grow up, we will have a wider gap with them!"
Dr. A stood up, looked around, and said in a low tone: "Do you still think our achievements are remarkable?"
"We're not doing nearly enough."
He raised his hand and pointed, and the scene in front of him switched rapidly. Gathering places appeared one after another. Countless people's faces flashed by like a slide. Dr. A slowly said: "Do you think these things you see in front of you are really there?" Can we save our civilization?"
"We are not a genetics school."
"Those lunatics only want to change everything through DNA!"
"But we can't do that."
There was dead silence in the conference room.
Many people were lost in thought at Dr. A's words, and then a middle-aged woman looked hesitant and said, "Do we want to universalize education?"
"Our current resources are completely insufficient and we cannot support so many children."
"Just promoting bionic transformation is already quite difficult for us."
Upon hearing this, Dr. A pushed up the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose and said slowly: "Our resources are indeed not enough. But why can't we take more resources in the wasteland world into our own hands?"
“Water use alone accounts for one-fifth of an average person’s living expenses.”
"What a ridiculous thing!"
"The water purification instrument seems to be just a small and insignificant achievement in our laboratory, right? Its production cost is no more than an ordinary bionic prosthesis!"
“Even it has become a tool for those capitalists to accumulate wealth.”
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became awe-inspiring, and many people realized that Dr. A wanted to take action against some plutocratic forces.
"But we have an agreement with them." A slightly younger scholar whispered.
The academy has always received funding from plutocratic forces in the past, and in return they would hand over limited research results to those plutocratic forces.
Dr. A narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the young scholar, and then said with a hint: "Then it's time to make changes!"
The meeting ended quickly.
Dr. A was sitting alone in the empty conference room. He seemed to be thinking about something and gently wrote a line of words on the white paper with a pen.
—“Capital is greedy.”
Then, Dr. A smiled, as if he was talking to himself or to someone else: "I am not a capitalist, I am just a scholar who pursues the truth."
A cold electronic sound sounded: "Doctor."
"You'd better not leave the institute during this time."
… … …
The endless void of the Milky Way.
When Su Ziyu's figure returned to this familiar scene again, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
During the past three days, his hands were stained with blood, but Su Ziyu didn't feel uncomfortable, he just thought it was something he had to do. In the past, he had dealt with mutated monsters, but this time the enemies he faced were mainly humans. Only then did Su Ziyu realize how terrifyingly destructive he was when facing ordinary people.
A stronghold with a large number of armed personnel could be slaughtered by him in less than half an hour.
Invisible.
Teleport.
Psionics.
When Su Ziyu really started to identify the imaginary enemy as a human being, he simply seemed to be an omnipotent killing machine. Even those elite troops wearing exoskeleton power armor were nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes. Even if he wanted to, he could destroy a very large human gathering with his bare hands in just half a day.
Of course, he would never do this.
He didn't want to become a cold-blooded butcher, executioner, or ruthless killing machine.
The hourglass of time was turning into an invisible bubble, carrying Su Ziyu floating in the endless river of time and space. The next mission target had not yet appeared. He pondered for a moment and opened the coordinates of the worlds he had experienced in the past.
Positioning permissions are temporarily unavailable.
"Open the world coordinates." Su Ziyu said calmly.
With the surge of data flow, the world landmarks he had experienced in the past also appeared in his mind like twinkling stars.
"Coordinates 1: Civilization level 3, energy level 0, modern civilization, inaccessible." [Aura Recovery] [Elemental Tide]
"Coordinates 2: Civilization Level 4, Energy Level 2, Dinosaur Age, can enter." [Unknown Mutation] [Civilization Advancement]
"Coordinates 3: Civilization level 1, energy level 1, snake people civilization, can enter."
"Coordinates 4: Civilization level 1, energy level 2, medieval civilization, can enter."
"Coordinate 5: Civilization level 3, energy level 1, wasteland apocalypse, can enter."
"Coordinate 6: Civilization level 1, energy level 3, dream plane, can enter."
"Coordinates 7: Civilization level 1, energy level 2, demon hunting plane, can enter."
"Coordinates 8: Civilization Level 3, Energy Level 1, Hundred Ghost Plane, can enter." [Marked Plane] [Civilization Advancement]
Huh
Su Ziyu just glanced at it and frowned slightly.
The planes he has experienced in the past seem to have undergone some changes. The biggest change is the dinosaur plane. If Su Ziyu remembers correctly, its original civilization level should be 0, but now its civilization level is actually 4!
what happened
Civilization level 4 basically belongs to the interstellar era. Could it be said that that plane was turned into a colony by an advanced alien civilization
The second thing that changed was the Hundred Ghosts plane.
Its energy level dropped to level 1, and its civilization level was directly raised to level 3, which means it has reached the standards of modern civilization.
How is Qing Ji
The first thing Su Ziyu thought of was Qing Ji. If the positioning authority hadn't been temporarily unavailable, he would have wanted to go back and take a look.
Why did it take so long for the permission level to be raised
Or can't you enter other planes at will
damn it!
How can we truly control the hourglass of time
Su Ziyu tried to use his mind to connect to the hourglass of time. There was no problem with the connection, but he couldn't control it at all. The hourglass of time was like a huge whirlpool, and no matter how much energy he injected, it would be quickly swallowed up.
Civilization level 3, but there is no mutation prompt. Could it be said that this plane has entered the modern era
Doesn't that mean that a thousand years have passed
Ruined.
The next time Qing Ji meets her, she won't just burn her on fire, right
Su Ziyu felt a little bad.
While he was thinking, the drifting speed gradually slowed down, and then three dark red stars appeared in front of his eyes.
— “Cyberpunk [moderate pollution].”
— "The Fallen Dragon Kingdom [Deep Pollution]."
— "Dark Soul [moderate pollution]."
Why are there three mission objectives this time
The first mission target is 'Cyberpunk'. Su Ziyu has seen this plane once before. To be honest, the technological plane does not improve him very much, especially when he has already obtained the nuclear bomb. Down.
However, some high-tech information may be available in this plane, but it is not urgently needed for Su Ziyu at the moment.
The second mission objective is 'Corrupted Dragon Kingdom'. This seems to have appeared once, but the previous prompt was 'Corrupted Dragon Kingdom', and now it has become 'Corrupted Dragon Kingdom'.
The last mission objective is relatively unfamiliar, it appears for the first time, and the prompt is also quite strange, 'Dark Soul'.
Is this a soul-dominated plane
Which one should I choose
Su Ziyu couldn't help but fell into deep thought. The cyberpunk plane should be the first to be eliminated. He didn't want to enter the technological plane anymore.
All that's left is to choose one of the two.
One is the deeply polluted Dragon Kingdom, and the other is the completely unfamiliar Dark Soul. The former mission plane is estimated to be very difficult, and the latter mission plane may be slightly easier.
Su Ziyu was a little hesitant.
Should we give it a try this time? Or should we play it safe and choose a contamination difficulty that we can be sure of
Why do I always feel like I’m falling into a pit
… … …
I will start writing Volume 7 tomorrow. Choose one.
(End of chapter)