Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded.

The weather is bad today.

There was wind and rain, fog covered the sea, and raindrops poured down, splashing into the sea water, making a rustling sound.

But it did not prevent Shelter No. 36 from holding the sale as scheduled.

The rain was now getting heavier, the sound of it growing more urgent, almost impossible to discern the order of its arrival. The rain lines formed a vast white curtain, shrouding the world in chaos.

The sea clouds were low and dark in the sky, without thunder or lightning.

Water mist was constantly surging on the sea surface, and even in broad daylight, visibility was frighteningly low.

Shen Bei entered the venue early. There were almost no people in the venue, and he stood in front of a hidden window.

This is a spacious conference hall covering an area of ​​500 square meters.

The venue was magnificent and splendid, with a scarlet carpet laid out. A magnificent ink painting of a vast landscape hung in the middle of the wall. At first glance, one was struck by the majestic and heroic spirit of who would be the master of the country.

When Shen Bei first saw this painting, he felt a sense of déjà vu. He had often seen it on the background wall of the News Broadcast in his previous life...

The corner of his eye twitched slightly. If it were in the old times, the weight of this painting alone would be enough to have You Wuchang shot a hundred times.

"Damn it, God is not giving me face. It's raining... Can those leaders still come?" Rock shook off the water stains on his body and muttered.

Shen Bei's eyes were extremely clear, looking through the glass window into the distance.

With the vision provided by his current armor, the dark clouds and heavy rain had no effect at all. He could even see the distant scenery of Titan at a glance.

As he spoke, his tone was gentle and calm, full of soothing intent: "No matter how heavy the rain falls, the residents still have to work, the artisans still have to make a living, the bars still have to open, and the brothels still have to operate. Those chiefs... will still come with money, brave the rain. So why should we care about this rain?"

Rock twitched his nose. "You're so good at using parallelism, why don't you go teach the school-age children in the shelter?"

Shen Bei looked at Rock with a strange expression and asked, "Does our shelter have a school?"

"There was one before." Rock's slightly aged face was dim and unclear, as if lost in memory. "Back then... let me think, it was so many years ago, before You Wuchang took office. The previous leader suddenly had the idea to build a school to improve the quality of life for the entire population."

"You know these residents can't talk without cursing."

"I found a teacher, he was quite old, he taught me for two days, and then he died."

Shen Bei: ...

"I'm so angry." Rock laughed twice. "A bunch of big and strong residents and ADHD kids hanging out together..."

Rock opened his arms and said, "It's like the chickens, ducks, dogs, sheep, pigs, horses, donkeys and cows are all frightened. They are in a mess."

"The teacher couldn't control him at all, and he died two days later."

"From then on, no one signed up for the dangerous profession of teacher, and the project fell into disuse."

Shen Bei: ...

Shen Bei said calmly: "The teacher is just too serious."

Rock nodded and said, "Sometimes being too serious is not good, being confused is also good."

"Maybe..." Shen Bei glanced out the window.

"I won't be here for a while. You Wuchang will bring other people to the sale, so you better take it easy." Rock warned.

Shen Bei ignored him, vaguely guessing who would take charge of the situation in You Wuchang.

Then he turned around and left, pushed open a small door on the side and entered the house.

The last time I entered this hut was to meet the Spider Queen.

But this time the target has changed.

He looked over at Chibi who was tightly bound.

Shen Beiqing said without any emotion: "Your life and death is not in my hands, but in your father's hands."

Chibi spat fiercely, struggled hard, gnashed his teeth, and shouted angrily: "Let me go, if you dare, let's have a fair fight!"

Shen Bei pulled up a chair, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and spit on Chibi's face: "Upright? Don't you find it pathetic and funny to say such a righteous word in this world?"

Shen Bei patted Chibi's biting face and spoke again, "This isn't a casino. The winner can stop, but the loser faces an endless abyss. This is a matter of life and death. If you lose once, there's no chance of a comeback. As the winner, you can only pray that the next person can defeat me."

"Learn more principles. Your brute force abilities will increase your chances of victory."

……

The rain stopped a little.

Olorun of the Sigeo Shelter stood up slowly with an expressionless face.

A servant behind him put a raincoat on him.

The label on the raincoat said it was made in Shelter No. 36.

The light handicraft industry in Shelter No. 36 is second only to the research institute.

Some people with the ability to shape shapes are unwilling to accept the management of the research institute, so they make items at home that they can sell individually.

For example, essential and frequently used water bottles, some small hardware parts, etc.

During this Titan breeding season, a large number of items were traded quickly.

Some shelter residents even stock up on supplies because they are cheap, regardless of whether they can use them or not.

The crystal source core circulates rapidly.

But the raincoat that Olorun was wearing was not bought with money.

But it was snatched from the hands of an unlucky guy.

Olorun glanced at the label, his lips turned outward, his big white teeth gleaming. "Is this my revenge?"

The servant replied tremblingly, "No, it doesn't count. Shen Bei killed five of us and still showed off his might."

Olorun asked again, "What constitutes revenge then?"

"See blood."

“I like your answer.”

Olorun wrapped himself in a raincoat and walked into the rain amid wild laughter.

……

Liang Zicheng stood in front of the rusty machine tool.

Watching the machine tool continuously cutting iron chips, I was stunned.

He recalled the afternoon many years ago when he first saw the giant heart.

That was when the previous leader took him to see with his own eyes what the real "core" looked like.

From then on, Liang Zicheng's awe became even deeper.

Although Liang Zicheng knew that steam was somewhat backward, the advantage was that the energy was free and inexhaustible.

It was steel, sparks, noise, and surging power. At that moment, the fifteen-year-old boy was in an indescribable shock.

From then on, hammers, gears, springs, valves, and the surging flames and steam became Liang Zicheng's best friends, and they understood each other's thoughts.

Just like today.

In Liang Zicheng's eyes, the obscure and disordered text and abstract and complicated graphics in the Book of Steam were like vivid comic strips.

He seemed to have witnessed an unheard-of barbaric era: all kinds of reptiles huddled under palm trees, the earth was covered with hard red soil, the seabed was occupied by bony fish, the top predator was a giant dragonfly with transparent wings, and primitive bipedal upright humans relied on simple iron tools to resist various giant beasts.

Until one day, upright people discovered steam...

The lives of Homo erectus changed dramatically from then on.

They were inspired by the kettle and proposed a new natural science. The creations of Homo erectus evolved from primitive shells to pottery and bronze. Over the centuries, driven by the brains and wisdom of Homo erectus, the products derived from "natural science" changed with each passing day.

There are spires in the clouds that almost touch the edge of the sky, and submersibles that dive into the ocean to a depth of over 10,000 meters.

Homo erectus reached the heavens and the earth, possessing all abilities. They called themselves scholars and established regions called nations. This was the heyday of Homo erectus.

The picture freezes.

The old era faded away and a new era began. All kinds of bizarre technologies and knowledge that were beyond the imagination of ordinary people washed over Liang Zicheng's soul like a rushing river.

The deep space power that had been buried in the history of the old times and had once brought destruction to the earth also revealed its tip to Liang Zicheng.

The secret of the "core" has always been in the hands of the shelter, but now, this tip of the iceberg is no longer theirs alone.

There is one more ordinary person named Shen Bei.

"Is he an ordinary person?"

This is the question Liang Zicheng has been thinking about.

Not like.

Very well disguised.

Even though the core's surface was covered, he could still identify it accurately.

Either the core master or the core master's lackey.

What's more, I heard that Shen Bei killed a tenth-level mutant last night.

Everything in the shelter runs on steam energy.

If anyone were to peek into his core, he would be the most unsuccessful and sinful leader of all time.

Like...the last emperor.

"Is Shen Bei giving me a hint or an ultimatum?"

Liang Zicheng is difficult to estimate.

But he felt a sense of uneasiness, which had been lingering since Shen Bei stepped into the shelter.

At this time, the machine tool made a sharp humming sound, the flames were blazing, and the gears were turning. Liang Zicheng wore single-sided copper-framed glasses, and his thin shadow flickered in the dark room. Occasionally, one could see the shadows of various unnamed steam tools in his hands, waving their fangs and claws in the firelight.

After a while, a set of peculiarly shaped steam equipment gradually took shape under Liang Zicheng's hands.

It consists of a brass mask that covers the nose, mouth and chin, connected to a single-handed copper arm armor and a pair of shin guards of the same color. At first glance, it looks like a tattered half-suit of single-soldier armor.

Liang Zicheng sat on the ground, rolled up his trouser legs, put on leg guards, and gently turned the spring. Two key chains cruelly pierced Liang Zicheng's legs. His eyes bulged out, he straightened his neck and groaned, and sweat immediately broke out on the tip of his nose.

After about two minutes, Liang Zicheng stood up and walked back and forth a few steps without any discomfort.

Liang Zicheng put on the brass mask expressionlessly. The brown pipes connected his single-arm armor and leg guards. The stains on his body, the sweat and the bulky brass equipment gave him a psychedelic doomsday steam style.

Click!

Finally, Liang Zicheng put on his right arm armor and looked around his dilapidated room. Everywhere was the wreckage of machines that he had dismantled and reused.

There is only one pocket-sized steam-powered soldier, which is still well preserved.

It is only about sixty or seventy centimeters tall, with a slender and smooth structural curve, unlike an ordinary soldier who is bulky. The curves of its steel limbs are the same as its muscles. Two steam pipes run from bottom to top, passing through its ribs and shoulders. Its neck is empty, and there is no head.

Each part of a single soldier can be disassembled and worn, and can even complete some simple combat actions independently without human operation.

Liang Zicheng stared at the pocket-sized single-handed weapon for a while, reached into the weapon and fumbled around for a while, then turned a knob. The entire weapon suddenly fell apart and was disassembled into parts all over the floor.

"I don't want to start a battle of judgment..."

"But don't push me."

Liang Zicheng pushed open the door, and the steam tank blew out white steam. Like an immortal, he walked into the rain...