Atomic Girl? Please salute the commander!

During this time, various discussions and laughter were heard.

A raggedly dressed girl poked her head out and looked at the abundant food, her mouth watering.

"Mom, mom, more energy bars have arrived. It seems the price has dropped again this time. Everyone can buy three. You get three and I get three. Then we won't have to worry about food for a long time!"

The old woman beside him, her face wrinkled and her fingers thick and covered with wounds from heavy labor, nodded with a smile:

"Yes, I haven't been hungry for a long time since this place came into the hands of the Sword Bearers."

The girl happily accepted the food handed to her by the sword-wielding armed man: "The Sequence Masters are so kind, thank you."

The girl's voice echoed, expressing everyone's thoughts, and exclamations from the audience rose one after another.

For the first time since the sword-wielding man came here, they felt what it was like to be alive.

You only need to complete the assigned work every day to obtain a civilian serial number, which allows you to collect food supplies when the supply truck arrives, and those who have the serial number are protected by the Sword Bearer.

The gangs that had previously acted recklessly, plundered resources everywhere and roamed the streets and alleys were immediately hit hard and no longer dared to appear in the open.

Even though the work schedule was very heavy, with work lasting fourteen or fifteen hours a day, it was still much better than before the Sword Bearer arrived.

Even each block is equipped with basic medical doctors.

This is a life that we could never have imagined in the past.

The sword bearer has arrived.

Everything will be fine.

"This way, don't try to leave our sight, and strictly follow the planned route."

Following the warning, Fokroso walked down from the communication ship and, following the guidance of the guards beside him, headed towards the central area with the help of a high-quality robotic arm, and happened to pass through the square.

Watching the civilians gathered in an orderly manner, laughing and talking happily.

A dark green light flashed in his mechanized eyes. He neither understood nor cared about the scene.

Distribute precious energy supplies to civilians with extremely low coordination value.

Ensuring that everyone has enough food and clothing is an extremely low-key, stupid and wasteful act.

As the second scientist in the wasteland, Fukuroso likes to think from an absolutely rational perspective.

These things that can reproduce continuously through natural reproduction have extremely low production costs. As the lowest-end labor force, they do not need to be cared about at all and can be used as gears.

Even if there is a shortage, drugs can be used to ripen the newly born babies, making them productive in a short period of time, and they can be specially nurtured.

Some of the stronger people who are particularly suitable for childbirth are sterilized, stripped of their emotions, and transformed into mechanical servants who only know how to work.

There are so many more suitable options that most forces are too lazy to deal with these people and will only mobilize them when needed.

This kind of scene can only be seen within the sword holder.

This is why Fukuroso hates sword-wielders.

In a place like the wasteland, the strong should be respected, the elite and the upper class should enjoy all the resources to play their own role, and only the superior people are worthy of having faith and worshiping gods.

All the untouchables are just things that can be sacrificed at any time for the goal of expanding power.

The sword-wielder actually regards human life as his own.

They are really too heretical!

If they had corrected themselves earlier and learned how other forces operated, their power would have been even greater.

Under the escort of the guards, Fokroso quickly left the square and officially stepped into the core part of the gathering point, commonly known as the star core in the wasteland.

It is the place where all strongholds are supplied with energy and maintain normal oxygen operation. It is the place with the richest energy in the stronghold and is also the most strategically important place. If you want to control the entire stronghold, you must take this star core.

There were more and more guards in front of him, and a law enforcement team with swordsmen stood around him. All of them were wearing masks, so their faces could not be seen. They were watching him with serious expressions.

Every step forward will attract countless gazes.

Fokroso's cold mechanical eyes scanned the surroundings without much emotional fluctuation. He would not be frightened by such a small scene. This was not the base of the Practitioner's headquarters, and the guards and law enforcement teams were one level lower.

By taking advantage of the special status of a scientist, he will receive the highest preferential treatment no matter which faction he joins.

In addition, he now has mastered space technology. Even if he wants to replicate the space tunnel, it will take a huge amount of time and energy, but now he has a crucial bargaining chip.

If the sword wielder wants to return to Sequence Two, he must rely on himself.

This was an excellent deal. From every perspective, Fokrosso felt that he had the initiative and the right to negotiate freely, and he could even blackmail and make a profit.

but……

When he completely walked into the core of the star, he still felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The Sword Bearer's Sequence Three, a thousand years have passed, but he is one of the few front-ranked Sequencers walking in the wasteland. He has personally created a huge force, and with the strength of his family, he has defeated other wasteland forces so much that they cannot raise their heads.

Every time we meet, it makes people extremely uncomfortable.

"This is it. Master Sequence Three is waiting for you here. He told you to enter alone. We will wait outside."

The law enforcement team stopped in front of the large, heavy, dark golden iron gates. The two gates were unusually tall, about tens of meters high. As the core area, the defense capability was extremely strong.

Fokrosso stared at the front. The core chip was calculating frantically, and various graphic and text symbols were displayed. All the data was summarized, integrated, analyzed and processed to process what might happen next.

And make plans for it.

As the second-rank scientist, his chip is naturally top-notch. Under high-intensity calculations, it can even predict things 10 years later. It can roll out tens of thousands of possible situations in seconds to ensure that there will be no accidents next.

Waited a few minutes.

After feeling that he had enough chips and was confident enough, Fokroso pushed the door open. The heavy black iron doors on both sides opened automatically after sensing the situation. His eight mechanical arms moved forward until his body was completely close.

boom--

The iron gates on both sides were closed heavily, leaving no room for reaction. The strange noise made Fokroso look back, but he did not pay much attention to it and continued to walk forward silently.

The house was silent, as if trying to save energy. There was very little light, with only a side light illuminating the entire room from the right.

There was a chair placed in the center of the hall, with a black sword logo engraved on it. The light seemed to be reserved for it, and the sword body was flashing with cold light, which was particularly sharp.

"Where are the people..."

Fokroso used the most advanced scanning equipment in the wasteland that he had carefully developed to observe the surroundings. He did not find any signs of life or other abnormal movements, as if this was just an empty room.

until.

A cold voice sounded from behind.

"Fokroso, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You're so slow. You really let me down."

The remaining half of Fokroso's face froze. He looked at the normal prompts appearing in his chip with astonishment on his face. He had already sensed a figure appearing behind him, the sound of breathing, and the return of life functions.

However, all the detection equipment seemed to have malfunctioned and no alarm was sounded.

He turned around suddenly and saw a white figure flash by, but there was no trace of anyone, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

However, after his body had undergone high-intensity transformation, Fokroso was sure that he would no longer be affected by any environment. His chip paused for the first time, unable to analyze or transport, and he didn't know what had happened.

This guy... seems to be more difficult to deal with than before.

He had seen Sequence Three and even knew his name - Lan Xuan.

But that was hundreds of years ago.

There was never any direct overlap in subsequent transactions.

Mystery has always been synonymous with the Sword Wielder. As a Sequence Three, he is naturally the best among them. Therefore, there is still very little information about him who has been fighting against the major forces in the wasteland for thousands of years.

Fortunately, he had an emotion suppression device in his mind, and most of his fear had been weakened. He did not panic, but spoke in his cold mechanical voice.

"Lan Xuan, I'm here to make a deal. Don't you want to win back your Sequence Two and open up another world? If you do, then don't be so evasive. This is not the right way to treat a trading partner."

There was still no reaction around, and it was as quiet as being in a ghost town. It seemed as if there were some unclean and incomprehensible strange things floating around, completely beyond the scope of science and technology.

"Only those on the same side of the chessboard have the right to comment on matters like trading. Why are there always those shady rats who think they can eat at the table just by stealing something from their master?"

"It's hard not to step on a mouse and kill it if you see one."

In an instant.

No instrument responded and no exploration was effective.

A white figure appeared under the long sword representing the sword holder.

The shadows shrouded it, as if it was isolating the perception. Although it was only a dozen meters away, Fokroso, with his mechanical eyes, could not see the face, expression or even the figure of the person in front of him. There was only a blurry white.

Hearing this, even the extremely rational Fokrosso felt anger rising in his heart. He stared at the figure in front of him, and asked with the voice system scrolling:

"Lan Xuan, what do you mean, are you insulting me?"

The white figure took a step forward, but still could not perceive the face behind the shadow, and the oppressive aura suddenly increased.

"Insult? When did you get the illusion that I took you seriously? Was it the false reputation in the wasteland that gave you that confidence?"

"..."

Fokroso's face grew colder. This time he had come for a deal, taking away bargaining chips, which would definitely be beneficial to the future of the Sword Bearer. However, he had suffered such an insult, which was a blasphemy against him and a contempt for his knowledge.

However, adhering to the principle of interests first, he still put out the chips he had prepared.

"Ever since the Spire of Truth was set up, Iffy has been gone. No one knows where he went. Without my help, you won't be able to open the tunnel."

"You've lived for thousands of years and are nearing the end of your life. Don't you want to see the return of Sequence Two before you die?"

Footsteps echoed in the hall.

The white figure was getting closer and closer, and the feeling of oppression was getting stronger and stronger.

"It seems you still don't understand the situation. Fukuroso, you're even more foolish than I thought. Have you forgotten how you acquired this space technology? Did you really develop it?"

As soon as these words came out, Fokroso's face turned stiff in an instant.

Space technology... He obtained a classic book from ten thousand years ago and extracted it through structural analysis. Seriously speaking, it was not his original creation.

But how did the person in front of him know this? Those top-level items were quite complex, and even analyzing them required a very high level of technical skill. Moreover, he had dug them out from the ruins, without any second witness.

and many more……

Could it be!

Horror immediately appeared on Fokroso's face. His chip was in chaos and an unbelievable fact emerged in his mind.

"It seems you already understand."

A white figure stood beside him, close enough that he could just barely see the white robe with a stand-up collar and wide cuffs trimmed with black, but he still couldn't make out the face.

"Others call you the second best scientist in the wasteland, even though you're only one place behind. But you have to understand that the reason you're second is because you're only as strong as them."

"And the reason Iffy is called the chief is because there is only one chief in the world, and the highest position one can hold is chief."

"Yet you haven't made any progress in these years. Even with Iffy's materials, you completed it at the latest time I expected."

Sweat dripped down Fokroso's face. His eyes were confused and he asked in disbelief, "What are you thinking? Did you know that Sequence Two was in another world? If so, why did you allow those people to invade?"

The white figure slowly said, "How ridiculous! How could I not understand the strength of our own people? You ants think you can threaten him?"

"Space technology is Iffy's creation. I used all sorts of arrangements to guide you to the ruins, spark your interest, and then personally gave it to you."

"As a wasteland world, how do you know about the existence of other worlds? Aren't you curious and don't you have doubts about the source of this information?"

"I was so considerate to release the news of the existence of the other world and help you find the coordinates. I just want you to help me deal with these chores and open the gap between the two worlds in advance to facilitate the next operation."

Fokroso's voice became hoarse: "This is all your plan. Could it be that I..."

The white figure spoke first, "You're not wrong. Your chips, your preparations, everything you have is something I taught you. Otherwise, how could you have the confidence to come to the Sword Bearer's base alone?"

"Everything is calculated. Your half life is just a small part."

"I already knew you would fail and you would come to me."

At this point, Fokroso was completely unable to remain calm, and even his mechanical body began to tremble.

This plan has actually been going on for hundreds of years.

Everything he gave, everything he put his energy into, was just a product of someone else's plan.

Originally, Fokrosso thought that with his knowledge and status, he could become a chess player. However, after struggling for half his life, he found that he was just a piece of chess that others could play with at will.

The goals of my efforts over the years have all been set by others.

In previous encounters, he had realized that Lan Xuan was terrifying and had been on guard in advance. However, it all turned out to be a setup, a result that a cold creature like a chip could never produce.

"I have never considered the rest of you in the wasteland as rivals. You are nothing but scum, debris, and the filth of the world. In my eyes, except for the Sword Bearer and the gods, none of you are worth mentioning."

"The fear that can be seen by the naked eye is not worth mentioning at all. What can really make the soul tremble is often hidden in the invisible."