When the synths opened the warehouse, they saw nearly a thousand shelves neatly arranged in the spacious space.
All the shelves were filled with canned goods, including meat, staple foods, vegetables, fruits, and purified water.
Mia: …
Well, although the food problem has been solved, making her, who is used to eating the delicious food made by Nora, eat canned food is even more painful than killing her.
Of course, that is a later question. What everyone needs most now is to fill their stomachs.
So with the authorization of the synths, everyone picked out some canned food and were then led to the restaurant to eat.
In the Golden Age, interstellar humans seemed to have completely lost the concept of a public canteen. The so-called restaurant was actually just a separate tea room with a large number of tables and chairs for three or five people to sit around and chat, eat and play cards.
Everyone opened the cans and found that the food inside was not spoiled. It turned out that the prehistoric preservation technology was unimaginably advanced. Mia ate a lot, and after she was full of water and food, she lay on the chair and hummed.
Mi'er was not as casual as her. She had just filled her stomach, but her eyes were full of fatigue. In the first few hours after arriving in the abyss, although she had not encountered any enemies, she was still on edge all the time. Now that she had relaxed a little, she felt a little sleepy.
Ask saw this and asked the synth if there was a place to rest.
"There is no place for visitors to rest." The synth replied, "We used to have a temporary guest room for visitors, but it was destroyed by the attack of the Shadow Demon 1786 years ago."
"The Shadow Fiend is a common supernatural monster at the bottom of the abyss." The Banshee King said lightly.
"Yes, but Banshees are not." The synth added, "As a Banshee Transcendent, your visitor privileges are subject to certain restrictions. Therefore, some places in this institute are not open to you. Please be careful not to wander around without permission."
The Banshee King sneered and said:
"I'm not interested in coming to a place like yours where nerds are! I'm leaving now. Come find me if you need anything."
After saying that, she immediately cancelled Mi'er's summons and returned to her original world.
Everyone looked at each other, and the synth maintained a cold tone and continued:
"Of course, apart from the researchers' rooms, you can rest in public places as you like... After all, there is no one in the institute now."
"Since there's no one in the institute, why can't we sleep in the researcher's room?" Mia asked puzzledly.
"Because this is the rule of the institute." The synth replied, "No matter whether the owner of the room is in the institute or not, no one else is allowed to enter his room. Where are you going to sleep? I'll get you a mattress and blanket."
"What time is it now?" Ask asked Mi'er.
"5:49 pm." Mi'er replied.
"Going to bed at 5:49?" Mia said in disbelief. The word "early to bed" does not exist in her dictionary as a night owl.
"Well, as the time approaches 24:00 in the morning, the mental erosion from the abyss will become more and more serious." Ask explained, "When we are asleep, our mental resistance will be higher."