74 Days of Scavenging

The little robot left Ren Wenhan and Zuo Sheng some technical information. Having worked with Ren Wenhan in the lab before, he naturally knew where their technology was currently stuck.

The materials he left behind were very comprehensive, not only solving Ren Wenhan and his team's current bottleneck problems, but also containing other aspects that he felt the world could use. Of course, anything too advanced was definitely not left behind.

From the little robot's perspective, what he left behind was all content related to people's livelihoods. After all, he was just a trash can robot, and the manufacturer wouldn't bother to fill his database with "useless" information.

Of course, even so, this information is invaluable to the world.

Ren Wenhan and Zuo Sheng, holding the documents, seemed to see the image of the snow-haired boy in their minds and couldn't help but laugh.

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Zhang Lanyue and Zhu Zhiwen only learned of Na Jitong's sacrifice when someone came to them in person with several documents and a letter.

Even though they had long been prepared for the war to take the lives of those they knew at any time, their minds still went blank when they first heard the news.

It took them a long time to finally take the things.

The letter was short and unlike the letters popular today. It contained no sentimental words, but simply and clearly stated the important matters.

The letter provided Zhang Lanyue and her team with several prescriptions for their pharmaceutical factory, and also discussed how his share of the profits would be handled.

The money was divided into two parts: one part remained at the pharmaceutical factory as research funding, and the other part was used in conjunction with environmental protection organizations to continue supporting waste recycling efforts.

"Here are the relevant documents." The messenger said after the two had finished reading them, "I will be in charge of supervising Comrade Naji's financial operations from now on. Please sign here."

With tears in their eyes, Zhang Lanyue and the others carefully wrote down their names.

As mentioned in the letter, they then contacted the Environmental Protection Society and continued to provide funding. Later, members of the Environmental Protection Society graduated and established an environmental protection company. They reused waste that could be reused to create new value, and properly disposed of waste that could not be reused technically, striving to minimize environmental pollution as much as possible.

In the early stages of its establishment, the environmental protection company mostly used the money allocated by the pharmaceutical factory to "Najitong". However, it did not take long for the environmental company to break even and quickly become profitable, and its profits continued to grow.

Furthermore, a large portion of the profits from Xinbang Pharmaceuticals were deposited into Najitong's account.

Later, with approval from higher authorities, this substantial sum of money was used to establish the "Naji Prize" and the "Naji Foundation." The prizes include awards for science and technology, pharmaceuticals, and environmental protection. The foundation provides funding to eligible projects in these fields.

The Naji Prize and Naji Foundation have developed exceptionally well, and as China grows stronger, they have become globally renowned awards.

What ordinary people don't know is that the Naji Foundation has a hidden branch specifically for the mystical side. Anyone who might have mystical powers is secretly investigated by relevant personnel. If they are genuine, even if their abilities are ordinary, they will be admitted to the "Tongbu" and receive funding from the Naji Foundation.

The affairs of the Tong Department were always carried out in secret. It wasn't until generations of development and a global upheaval that this department, which had been passed down for who knows how long, stepped into the public eye and took on the responsibility of saving the world...

However, that's all hundreds or thousands of years from now. Let's get back to the point. In addition to leaving something for Ren Wenhan and the others, the little robot also left something for the newly established Northern Yanhua Kingdom.

Those were just a few scrolls.

The little robot lived in a house that was only opened and entered by someone after he left this world.

The living room was empty; everything had been tidied up long ago, clearly indicating that its owner knew he would not be returning.

Besides the letters and documents on the table, the most eye-catching item was a jade box.

The Commander-in-Chief came in person. When he saw the box, he did not open it immediately, but carefully took it with him to meet the leader.

They only opened the box using a special method when it was just him and the commander alone.

Inside the box were five scrolls of different colors and five pearl-like crystals.

There was also an instruction manual nearby, explaining that the crystal contained a small amount of magic, but enough to activate the scroll. The activation method was also explained very clearly.

This was left behind by the little robot as a safeguard.

The box was carefully placed in the highest national weapons storage area, and no one except the Commander-in-Chief and the Supreme Leader could access it.

Information about the jade box and how to use it was passed down from generation to generation through these two positions.

Perhaps one day it will be opened. Or perhaps it will remain here peacefully forever.

But the story of that snow-haired boy named "Najitong" will live on forever in this corner of the world, along with all of this.

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As soon as the little robot was transported to the new world, it heard screams all around it.

"Ah!—Help!—"

"It's a horde of zombies! Run!!!"

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, save me!! Ugh!—"

Following the sound, even the little robot couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

He had only ever seen this scene in human literature and film.

A dilapidated road, an overturned truck, and a group of humans fleeing in wailing cries.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the huge, densely packed group of "humans" coming from the other side.

The little robot thought that the group might not be human. After all, in its understanding, humans shouldn't be able to walk energetically on the road with a big hole in their stomach, nor should they be able to bar their teeth and howl with most of their necks broken.

Some even have empty spaces where the heart would normally be. Humans probably can't do that yet, right?

Furthermore, despite having at least a thousand "humans" gathered together, not a single trace of heat could be detected.

But aside from the missing limbs, these creatures look exactly like humans. Could they be another species of humans in this world?

The little robot blinked.

While he was analyzing the group of "special human species," several slower runners had already been overwhelmed by the horde of zombies. Among the humans running at the forefront, a man with extraordinary strength finally managed to upright another overturned vehicle.

As soon as the train came to a stop, the people fleeing for their lives scrambled up onto the carriages, using both their hands and feet.

The little robot, observing their speed and that of the group of "human mutants" behind them, could easily predict that they would be surrounded before everyone could climb onto the vehicle.

Just as he was about to lend a hand, he saw a fireball suddenly rush into the horde of zombies and explode with a bang!

The fireball was launched from the hand of someone who had already boarded the vehicle.

The little robot paused slightly.

Could magic be used in this world?

But why can't I sense any magic in the air?

The little robot thought its detector was malfunctioning and manually tested the air composition, but it still couldn't detect any magic. It only detected that in addition to the air being unusually turbid, there was another kind of energy that it had never encountered before.

While the little robot was slowly testing the air, several superhumans were fighting against a horde of zombies in a life-or-death situation. Finally, when everyone had climbed into the truck, the driver, who had been waiting for the moment, stepped on the gas, and the modified truck roared out of the zombie encirclement!

Everyone on the bus breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

Several of the superpowered individuals were drenched in sweat.

Their powers had been almost completely depleted before, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a sorry state now. They even felt that the power cores in their minds were burning hot.

Thankfully, we managed to escape the zombie horde. The truck was much faster than those low-level zombies, so they definitely couldn't catch up.

It's a pity about the other overturned truck; it had some supplies on board. We'll have to come back next time to see if we can get some back.

No one spoke inside the truck, only a few scattered, suppressed sobs.

Just then, the truck suddenly stopped; the driver had stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong?!"

Everyone was startled, fearing they would encounter the strange plant that had previously caused their car to overturn.

Fortunately, although the vehicle slowed down, it did not stop or show any signs of instability or shaking.

Without the driver needing to reply, those sitting near the edge of the carriage immediately realized the reason: "There's someone on the roadside!"

And that person looked...

However, the zombies hadn't been completely shaken off yet. The superhumans in the group exchanged glances, and the woman on the outermost edge immediately stretched out her hand:

"Hey buddy! Get in the car! The zombie horde is still chasing us!"

The little robot whose hand was extended in front of it: "...Me?"

"Nonsense, if it's not you, then it's a ghost! Hurry up, don't waste time, or you can stay here and become zombie food!"

The woman was verbally abusive, but her outstretched hand remained steady, showing no sign of retracting.

Little robot: "..."

He eventually got into the carriage and thanked the people in front of him.

At this moment, the other people in the carriage whose view had been blocked finally saw what this person looked like and immediately understood why those superhumans had decided to save him.

The boy was spotless, without a single stain or blood on him!

His snow-white hair looked almost glowing inside the carriage.

Just who is this person?!