NieR: Whirlpool

With their energy exhausted, both 9M and 9S's machines fell into hibernation mode.

This sleep seemed to have no end, and the concept of time became blurred in the dream.

Finally, with the gradual recovery of his energy, Ye Feng slowly woke up from the bed.

He blinked, his vision gradually clearing, and he saw 2B and the twin sisters beside the bed, looking at him with concern.

"Mr. 9M, you're awake!" Bobo La's eyes lit up instantly, her face full of surprise. She then said, "You've slept for a whole day."

"I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble." Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and revealed a smile.

"We are the ones who should be apologizing. We are truly sorry for causing so much trouble to you and Mr. 9S," Divala said apologetically.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry too much." Ye Feng comforted.

At this moment, 2B, who had been silently standing by, spoke up. Her tone was still as cold as ice and snow:

"As long as you're okay."

After saying that, she turned and left the room.

Ye Feng quickly sat up straight, his eyes following the beautiful figure as she left, a look of embarrassment emerging on his face.

"Miss 2B is staying by your side. She has not rested at all." Popola said:

"She is actually very worried about you, but she just doesn't want to express it."

Hearing this, Ye Feng smiled bitterly and responded softly:

"I see."

He knew 2B's good intentions, but he was also aware of her stubborn personality.

At this moment, a head suddenly popped out of the door. It was 2B. She glared at Ye Feng coquettishly and muttered:

"Don't know anything else."

"Ah...Okay, Miss 2B..." Ye Feng was amused by her cute appearance and jumped off the bed with a laugh.

He originally planned to stretch his body, but before he could take any action, a man's voice came from behind him.

"Ugh..."

It turned out that 9S yawned in surprise, and then Ye Feng muttered.

"Brother, you finally woke up!" Ye Feng held 9S's hand tightly, his eyes full of joy, and said in a slightly complaining tone:

"We have been guarding here for a whole day. Are you touched?"

"Ah... I'm so sorry."

9S looked guilty, "I'm really sorry for causing so much trouble for everyone."

2B glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? 9M, you just woke up too!"

Hearing this, 9S suddenly felt annoyed.

"Are you teasing an idiot?"

He pushed hard, and Ye Feng staggered and sat on the ground.

Ye Feng, who was sitting on the ground, smiled and extended his hand to 9S, explaining:

"Just kidding, help me bro.

2B and Ms. Divala Popola have always been by our side."

"Thank you for your trouble." After 9S pulled Ye Feng up, he bowed deeply to the girls to express his sincere gratitude.

“Don’t be so polite, Mr. 9S,” Popola quickly responded. “You are the ones we should really thank. If it weren’t for your help, we really don’t know what we would do.”

2B helplessly watched the four people in front of her thanking and apologizing to each other. She felt a little amused and finally couldn't help but interrupt and asked, "Have you had enough fun?"

"That's enough!" 9S and Ye Feng answered in unison, with awkward yet polite smiles on their faces.

Divara brought in a tray of wine and looked at everyone expectantly: "Can you celebrate for us?"

"Is this okay to drink?" 9S picked up the glass hesitantly.

Thinking of the uncomfortable feeling he felt when he drank Ye Feng's fine wine before, he couldn't help but frowned and asked.

"Drink if I tell you to," 2B said in an unquestionable tone.

9S sighed helplessly and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Tons tons tons...

Ye Feng on the side looked at them silently, muttering to himself: "If only I could have a bottle of fat otaku happy water now..."

As he thought about it, he pursed his lips involuntarily.

Although the sound was small, it was still heard by someone next to me.

……

Walking out of the room, Ye Feng took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air outside, and then stretched out his arms.

He stretched comfortably, then turned and walked forward.

The camp covers a large area, cleverly hidden among the ruins of the building and backed by majestic mountains.

This layout makes it difficult for passing creatures to detect its presence.

At the entrance, there are strict secret guards who keep vigilance at all times.

He walked briskly and unknowingly reached the weapons area.

Here, a towering blast furnace is burning fiercely, emitting a blazing light, dyeing the surrounding space a fiery red.

On the simple wall, there are all kinds of ironware displayed, which are dazzling and eye-catching.

In front of the anvil, a burly blacksmith android was working with full concentration.

He wore a hat and thick protective clothing. His eyes behind the goggles were focused and determined. He held a heavy hammer in his hand and kept hitting the blade that was about to take shape.

"What are you looking at?" The blacksmith raised his head, revealing his thick beard, and looked curiously at the little guy who had been staring at him.

"Uncle, are you busy?" Ye Feng greeted him subconsciously.

"Hello, kid, are you from the JiYe Corps?" The blacksmith looked up and saw the logo on Ye Feng's clothes, and responded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, yes." Ye Feng nodded.

After receiving a positive answer, the blacksmith put down the weapon he was forging, brought a small stool, and asked Ye Feng to sit down:

"Come on, come on, don't stand and talk, sit down! Our conditions here are relatively simple, not as good as your elite troops."

"No, no, uncle, you are embarrassing us. We are all working hard to fight against mechanical life forms." Ye Feng said with a smile.

Then, Ye Feng asked curiously: "What are you usually busy with?"

The blacksmith pointed to the pile of parts in the distance and explained:

"Look, those are scrap metals collected from the battlefield. We can use them directly after melting them, so we don't have to work hard to mine ore.

After that, the blacksmith sat down on a small chair and said, "Although the conditions are a bit tough, I can handle it."

"Hand-rubbed weapons? Isn't there a production line specifically for manufacturing cold weapons?" Ye Feng continued to ask.

"Yes, that was many years ago... At that time we were able to make guns, individual rockets, and even missiles on our own."