In an empty meeting room.
As a ray of light appeared from the projector, figures soon appeared in the seats in front of him.
Dr. A pushed the door open and walked in. He nodded slightly when others greeted him, and a rare but subtle smile appeared on his face. The achievements of the bionics school during this period were very obvious. Not only did it hit the power of the genetics school, but it also stopped their experimental plans. Some of the information they obtained gave them a more complete understanding of their opponents, and they could even vaguely predict their next move.
soon.
One after another, figures stood up to report their respective achievements. Many of them had smiles on their faces, and it was obvious that they were very satisfied with the achievements made by the bionics school in recent times.
Compared to the past when people only worked in underground laboratories to conduct research, people from the bionics school have indeed done a lot of things recently.
In particular, they cooperated with the Brotherhood to promote relatively clean energy and food. Many improved crops grown in laboratories were also tried in harsh environments outside. The influence of the bionics school was gradually expanding. At least in the northern region, they had gained the support of many people, and many local forces were also showing goodwill to them.
but.
At this time, Dr. A stood up and coughed slightly. After the entire conference room gradually quieted down, the doctor clapped his hands with a serious expression and said, "We have indeed achieved some results during this period."
“But this is nothing to be proud of!”
"Gentlemen."
"Ladies."
Dr. A clapped his hands, and soon a huge steel city was projected before his eyes. Many people recognized it as Beidou at first glance. I wonder what new information Dr. A will share with everyone this time.
"Everyone, please look here."
The projected image began to change, gradually locking onto some communities within Beidou. They couldn't take pictures of places that were too confidential because of Nuwa's interference, but some obvious buildings were enough for the people present to see a lot of things.
"This...is this a school?..." An elderly man pushed his glasses and said hesitantly.
"Yes." Dr. A nodded silently, expressing some seriousness, "There are already twelve schools like this in Beidou. And they are still expanding."
The picture is much closer.
As time passed quickly, the picture of the rising sun appeared above, and then teams of students began to do morning exercises. There were about 10,000 students in a school, ranging in age from 8 to 16 years old. These schools seemed to be under semi-closed military management, and students could be seen marching in neat rows.
The picture changes again.
This time it became a close-up shot, with about fifty or sixty students sitting in a spacious classroom. Everyone had a serious expression. It seemed to be taken by a special person, and one could even see the big words on the blackboard.
——"Spring and Autumn Period, Warring States Period, Pre-Qin Dynasty and Han Dynasty."
This seemed to be a history lesson, a course that was almost useless in the wasteland era, but all the students listened very carefully. In the center of the blackboard was written a square character "汉".
The scene shifts to the playground.
Hundreds of teenagers aged fifteen or sixteen can be seen receiving some degree of military training. Further away is a closed shooting range with two armed soldiers standing at the door.
"A school like this can accommodate about 10,000 students."
Dr. A's tone was a little heavy, and he said slowly: "From what I understand, Beidou's current resources are not abundant, and their manpower is not much better than ours. Although their heavy industry has recovered a lot, their light industry is not enough to meet everyone's living needs."
"In order to keep these children from having to endure heavy physical labor, their parents have to work at least 12 to 16 hours a day."
At this point, Dr. A repeated in a heavy voice: "Every day!"
"Can you imagine?"
"This city is like a steel machine running at full speed. They are moving forward at a speed that we can hardly imagine."
Dr. A waved his hand gently, and the scene immediately switched to a prosperous gathering place.
There are basically all white faces inside, but most of them are adults. Then in some workshops and factories, you can see quite a few teenagers working on the assembly line. The scene starts to switch rapidly, in the weapon shop, in the bar, on the street, in the wilderness, many teenagers' faces appear, and finally freeze in a somewhat cold classroom.
There were about ten people sitting in the empty classroom. One could tell from their clothes that they came from well-off families, because in the wasteland era, the lower-class civilians could not afford to wear clean and tidy clothes.
"Chaebol Group."
"Those capitalists are overdrawing our future..." Dr. A said in a low voice, "The birth rate of newborns is decreasing year by year. Even if there are children born, they lack medical care, food, and education. Under the pressure of survival, they have to start working at the age of twelve on average."
"The education penetration rate is less than 12%, and the people who receive education are basically concentrated in the hands of the chaebols."
“This is where the Prou gathers.”
"It's a gathering place with a population of nearly 80,000 people, but it only has one school with less than 100 students. Those who are eligible to enter the school are basically people from the Water Merchants Group."
"Gentlemen."
"Ladies."
"Do you know what this means?"
"In three years at most, when the first batch of children who received education in Beidou grow up, we will have a bigger gap with them!"
Dr. A stood up, looked around, and said in a low voice: "Do you still think our achievements are remarkable now?"
“We haven’t done nearly enough.”
He raised his hand and pointed. The images in front of him switched rapidly. Gathering places appeared one after another, and countless people's faces flashed by like slides. Dr. A said slowly: "Do you think these things you see in front of you are really capable of saving our civilization?"
“We are not a genetic school.”
"Those crazy people only want to change everything through DNA!"
"But we can't do that."
There was dead silence in the meeting room.
Many people fell into deep thought after hearing what Dr. A said. Then a middle-aged woman said hesitantly, "Do we want to achieve universal education?"
"Our current resources are totally insufficient and we cannot support so many children."
"We are already struggling just to promote bionic transformation."
Hearing this, Dr. A pushed up his frameless glasses and said slowly, "We do not have enough resources. But why can't we take control of more resources in the wasteland world in our own hands?"
"Water consumption alone accounts for one-fifth of the average person's living expenses."
"What a ridiculous thing!"
"The water purification device seems to be just a trivial achievement in our laboratory, right? Its production cost is not even as much as that of an ordinary bionic prosthesis!"
“Even it has become a tool for those capitalists to accumulate wealth.”
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became solemn, and many people realized one thing, that is, Dr. A wanted to target some chaebol forces.
"But we have an agreement with them." A slightly younger scholar whispered.
The academy used to accept funding from chaebol forces, and in return they would give limited research results to those chaebol forces.
Dr. A narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the young scholar, then pointedly said: "It's time to make a change!"
The meeting ended quickly.
Doctor A sat alone in the empty conference room. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he took a pen and gently wrote a line on a piece of white paper.
——“Capital is greedy.”
Then, Dr. A smiled, as if he was talking to himself, or to someone else: "I am not a capitalist, I am just a scholar pursuing the truth."
A cold electronic voice sounded: "Doctor." "You'd better not leave the institute during this period of time."
The endless galactic void.
When Su Ziyu's figure returned to this familiar scene again, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
During these three days, his hands were covered with blood, but Su Ziyu did not feel uncomfortable, he just thought it was something he had to do. In the past, he had dealt with some mutated monsters, but this time the enemies he faced were mainly humans. It was at this time that Su Ziyu realized how terrible his destructive power was when facing ordinary people.
A stronghold with a large number of armed men could be massacred by him in less than half an hour.
Invisible.
Teleport.
Psychic.
When Su Ziyu really began to identify humans as his imaginary enemy, he was like an omnipotent killing machine. Even those elite troops wearing exoskeleton power armor were just lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes. If he wanted to, he could even destroy a large human settlement with his bare hands in just half a day.
Of course, he would never do that.
He didn't want to turn himself into a cold-blooded butcher, executioner, or ruthless killing machine.
The hourglass of time was transforming into an invisible bubble, carrying Su Ziyu floating in the endless river of time and space. The next mission target had not yet appeared. He pondered for a moment and opened the coordinates of the worlds he had experienced in the past.
Location permission is temporarily unavailable.
"Open the world coordinates." Su Ziyu said calmly.
As the data flowed, the world landmarks he had experienced in the past appeared in his mind like twinkling stars.
"Coordinate 1: Civilization level 3, energy level 0, modern civilization, cannot enter." [Spiritual Resurrection] [Elemental Tide]
"Coordinate 2: Civilization Level 4, Energy Level 2, Dinosaur Era, can enter." [Unknown Mutation] [Civilization Advancement]
"Coordinate 3: Civilization level 1, energy level 1, snakeman civilization, you can enter."
"Coordinate 4: Civilization level 1, energy level 2, medieval civilization, you can enter."
"Coordinate 5: Civilization level 3, energy level 1, wasteland apocalypse, open to enter."
"Coordinate 6: Civilization Level 1, Energy Level 3, Dream Plane, Available for entry."
"Coordinate 7: Civilization Level 1, Energy Level 2, Demon Hunting Plane, open to enter."
"Coordinate 8: Civilization level 3, energy level 1, Hundred Ghosts Plane, can enter." [Mark Plane] [Civilization Advance]
Huh?
Su Ziyu just took a look and couldn't help but frowned slightly.
Those planes he had experienced in the past seemed to have undergone some changes. The biggest change was the dinosaur plane. If Su Ziyu remembered correctly, its original civilization level should have been 0, but now its civilization level is 4!
What happened?
Civilization level 4 basically belongs to the interstellar era. Could it be that the plane has been turned into a colony by an advanced alien civilization?
Its energy level dropped to level 1, while its civilization level directly rose to level 3, which means it has reached the standard of modern civilization.
How is Kiyohime?
The first person Su Ziyu thought of was Qingji. If the location permission had not been temporarily unavailable, he really wanted to go back and take a look.
Why did it take so long to increase the permission level?
Or can't enter other dimensions at will?
Damn it!
How can we truly control the hourglass of time?
Su Ziyu tried to connect to the Hourglass of Time with his mind. There was no problem with the connection, but he had no control over it. The Hourglass of Time was like a huge whirlpool, and no matter how much energy he injected, it would be quickly swallowed up.
Civilization level 3, but there is no sign of mutation. Does this mean that this plane has entered the modern era?
Doesn't that mean a thousand years have passed?
It's over.
Will Qingji burn me to death the next time she sees me?
Su Ziyu felt something was not right.
While he was thinking, the drifting speed gradually slowed down, and then three dark red stars appeared in front of his eyes.
——"Cyberpunk [Moderate Pollution]."
——"The Fallen Dragon Kingdom [Deeply Polluted]."
——"Dark Soul [Moderately Contaminated]."
Why are there three mission targets this time?
However, this plane may be able to obtain some high-tech information, but it is not urgently needed for Su Ziyu at the moment.
The last mission objective is rather unfamiliar, it appears for the first time, and the hint is also rather strange, 'Dark Soul'.
Is this a plane dominated by souls?
Which one should I choose?
Su Ziyu couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The cyberpunk plane should be ruled out first. He didn't want to enter the technological plane again.
The only thing left is to choose one of the two.
One is the deeply polluted Dragon Kingdom, and the other is the completely unfamiliar Dark Soul. The former mission plane is estimated to be very difficult, while the latter mission plane may be slightly easier.
Su Ziyu was a little hesitant.
Should I go all out this time, or should I be a little more cautious and choose a pollution level that is more reliable?
Why do I always feel like I'm falling into a pit?
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