Dirt road leading to Starwood Farm.
Sitting in the back of the truck, Tom, who wrapped himself in a fur coat like a rice dumpling, chattered non-stop along the way.
"That's impossible! The logo of the college? Appeared in a community college in an unknown town? Are you sure you're not joking?"
Lucius smiled lightly and said.
"If I am kidding, I'll let you go alone."
"..."
Tom looked at him speechlessly, not wanting to speak.
But Lucius really wanted to chat with him.
There is no way, the news in Spring City is too closed, and he almost relies on hearsay information combined with his own imagination for what happened outside.
Lucius was also very curious about why college things appeared in an ordinary college.
According to Tom, it is at least a thousand kilometers from here to the Wandering Swamp, which is far beyond the sphere of influence of the academy.
Although Spring City is one of the important cities in the southern urban agglomeration of the River Valley Province, it was in the era of prosperity.
"Actually, I have always been curious about what kind of organization the academy is."
Tom shook his head and said, "If I want to fully explain this question, I'm afraid it will take me a whole day and a night."
"Then you pick the key points and pick the ones I'm interested in talking about."
Speechless by this wayward question, Tom opened his mouth, and he didn't come back to himself in embarrassment until he took a breath of northwest wind.
After coughing several times, he said.
"How should I put it, the Academy...is actually not as mysterious as you outsiders imagined, like a huge library. In fact, until the end of the era of prosperity, it was just a loose academic organization."
Lucius looked at him with great interest and said, "But your performance is not at all loose, nor pure, nor is it like an academic organization."
"That's for sure. I said before the end of the Prosperous Era, it is now the 211th year of the Wasteland Era."
Two hundred years. In the history of human civilization, many feudal dynasties failed to exist for such a long time, let alone an academic institution.
Tom narrowed his eyes and looked to the southwest, and continued.
"I've only heard that in the early years of the wasteland era, the college undertook part of the post-war reconstruction work, which was mainly concentrated in the technical field. This included taking over some experimental facilities, scientific research equipment, and repairing damaged materials. and the recovery of lost technology."
Lucius: "It sounds like a very grand project."
Tom sighed quietly and said: "That's right, we haven't finished this job until now. The world is changing too fast. It is said that a long time ago, the influence of the Academy spread throughout the Central Continent. The inspection team of the Academy can go to them Anywhere you want to go. But the good times don't last long, the place beyond the wandering swamp can no longer accommodate the people of the academy, and everyone looks at us as if they saw fat sheep."
Hearing the word fat sheep, Lucius unconsciously glanced at the guy's right hand.
Make sense an mechanical arm is worth at least 10,000 CR, and it's also a friendly price. Lucius felt that he really couldn't blame others for this, even if it was a good person like him, he would be tempted.
"Speaking of which, what kind of place is the Wandering Swamp?"
Tom replied briefly: "A very vast swamp is as big as a province. The weather there is out of control every day, and the aliens are going crazy every day... Anyway, you won't like that place."
"I didn't say I was going, I was just curious." Lucius looked forward, patted the roof of the car, and signaled the driver to find a place to park nearby, "It's just ahead, we're here."
After getting out of the car, Lucius pulled out the hammer behind him.
The four little players who accompanied them picked up the guy decisively, walked in front, and took up the role of guards.
In a lineup of 2 powers and 2 senses, two power players walk in front to open the way, and two perception players follow behind to "Light up the lights". Each of the four holds an LD-47 assault rifle, which has sufficient firepower and feels very safe.
Since the firepower is sufficient, Lucius doesn't need to add firepower here, just open the shield in time with the hammer and protect himself and the NPC next to him.
The city is quite deserted.
Due to the blizzard, there were almost no aliens roaming the streets. After dealing with a few nibblers hiding in the shadows, the group arrived at the target area on the map smoothly.
It was a community college, and it was quite simple in appearance, and even its area was only slightly larger than the nearby high school.
Standing in front of the laboratory building, Tom looked up, then shook his head.
"I don't think the academy will be interested in such an insignificant goal. There is a high probability that you made a trip in vain."
Hearing this sentence, Lucius smiled indifferently.
"It's already at the door. Is it a waste of time to go in and have a look?"
After leaving this sentence, Lucius walked in with the players.
Seeing that he was about to fall behind, Tom could only bite the bullet and follow, stepping into this gloomy laboratory building.
There are broken tiles and rubble all over the ground, and there are newly dropped bullet casings on the ground. It seems that a fierce battle broke out here more than an hour ago.
Looking at the crawler with its head split open on the ground, Tom smashed his tongue, and involuntarily followed a little closer.
In the academy's scientific expedition team, such rude things as fighting are usually done by E-level, F-level or even bionic people and drones. What D-level personnel need is independent analysis ability and excellent brain.
Even if you need to master some survival skills, survival itself is the main thing.
Such as basic first aid knowledge.
Tom was quite skeptical about the combat effectiveness of these people, especially seeing that the manager was still holding a hammer in his hand, and this unreliable feeling became even stronger.
"Can I have a gun? I can protect myself."
"You are a VIP, just stay behind me honestly."
"VIP?"
"Tsk, how can I explain it to you?"
While we were chatting, a group of people had already arrived.
Night Commander, who was wearing heavy armor, stood in front of him, and respectfully put his right fist on his chest as a military salute.
"Dear Master Manager, when you came here, we have successfully cleared the entire first-floor hall of alien species for you."
"Good job." Lucius nodded approvingly, looked at him and said, "Lead the way ahead."
"Yes!"
Receiving the affirmative look from the manager, Night Commander cheerfully walked ahead and led the way. Lucius ordered two players to guard the entrance, while the other two players followed him and Tom to explore the basement.
The passage here is very narrow.
However, after entering, the eyes are suddenly enlightened.
Looking at the ten sleeping pods placed in the basement, Tom froze on the spot as if petrified.
When he came back to his senses, he rushed up without saying a word, moved to the nearest hibernation cabin, and stared fixedly at it.
"There's nothing wrong...the shape of this training cabin is exactly the same!" Tom muttered in a low voice, his hands groping on the dusty hatch, wishing he could throw himself on it.
The little players around looked at each other, exchanged a confused look, and asked in a low voice.
"What is this doctor doing?"
"I don't know... Maybe it's a special hobby?"
"Understood, the hobby of the new NPC is the hibernation cabin!"
"Big boss! I'll post a post on the forum later, hehe, I wonder if it can play nice."
Lucius: "..."
This kind of boring post will be cleared.
Coughing lightly, Lucius looked at Tom who was dazed, and asked.
"What exactly is the same?"
"It's exactly the same model as the college's dormant cabin... What the hell, why did this type of dormant cabin appear in the River Valley Province?"
With an unbelievable expression on his face, Tom finally left from the side of the dormant cabin, looked at Lucius and said seriously.
"Where's that box? The one you mentioned with the Academy logo on it."
Lucius took the box from the players who were following him—that is, the mission props in the eyes of the players, and handed it to Tom.
"Here...what the hell is this thing?"
"The black box for storing data!" Tom tapped the surface of the box lightly with his knuckles, and continued happily, "The outer layer of material can effectively resist neutron rays and electromagnetic pulses generated by nuclear explosions. In addition In addition, there should be an inert gas injected inside to protect the graphene circuit board... I guess there is a high probability that it is a hologram or audio recording, and you will know when you open it."
With that said, Tom didn't wait for Lucius to signal, he stretched out the knife under his right hand, and scratched lightly on the surface of the box.
A miraculous scene happened.
The moment the surface material was scratched, the layer of black paint wrapped around the box dissipated like gravel blowing away in the wind, revealing the silver shell underneath.
Tom carefully groped the edge of the box, and quickly found an inconspicuous gap, and opened the box.
Night Commander couldn't help but glanced at the battlefield atmosphere group, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't it move for a long time."
"Isn't this a matter of course?" Before the Night Commander team could speak, I am Darkest, interjected, "There are no mission props for myself."
The two were taken aback.
It makes sense, and I can't refute it at all.
In just such a distracted effort, the azure blue light has converged into shape, and a holographic bust appeared out of thin air in the room.
Lucius and the players didn't react at all, but Tom, who was standing in the room, stared straight at him, wishing that his eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.
"Principle?!"
"Principle?" Looking at Tom who was muttering, Lucius asked suspiciously, "What is the principle?"
"Principles, methods, conclusions...the three doctors who rebuilt the college after the war, and their statues stand at the entrance of the college."
Tom swallowed, eyes full of disbelief, and continued, "The person in front of you is Doctor Principle. The laser rifle in the college is named after him. I can be sure that I will not admit it wrong. It is him, and it was his when he was young. But why did his relics appear here? It’s not recorded like this in the history of the academy... I don’t understand.”
Lucius: "..."
Coincidentally.
Lucius would like to say that I also do not understand.
But just when he was about to say this, the holographic image standing in mid-air spoke as if he was talking about himself.
"We're out of the pod, feeling good."
"It is now the second year of the Wasteland Era. The battalion commander Jayden of the 111th Orbital Airborne Division is in charge of meeting us. As planned, we successfully rendezvoused with the army. Although we were a little late... but fortunately they did not give up and wait here faithfully for us for two years."
"According to the plan, we will go to the northern Great Rift Valley under the escort of the army in the next step, which is the energy storage center in the central region. The stored metal hydrogen is enough for us to rebuild the central region twice. At present, the Great Rift Valley has been completed by the first 111th Orbital Airborne Division control."
"According to the information provided by Battalion Commander Jayden, the post-war reconstruction committee has already started work. What we have to do now is to go there to report, meet with other people, perform their duties, and start rebuilding."
"The only trouble now is that the fourth company responsible for escorting us has taken in more than a thousand residents who failed to evacuate in time outside the plan, so that our supplies may be almost exhausted. In contrast, the bad Road conditions and weather, so we can only rely on our own legs."
"More than that, Battalion Commander Jayden wants to take those survivors with him. To be honest, they are a burden and will only add more variables to the plan. I can't evaluate whether his kind deeds are correct, because if I think about it, I will probably do it too."
"That said, it's a sure thing to start from here, there's so much we need to do, and there's no time left. What bothers me, though, is that things don't go so well... the war is really over Is it? To be honest, I'm at a loss."
"My respected mentor once taught me that we have to be prepared for any situation, and the situation will not always go as smoothly as we expected."
The man in the holographic image looked at the sky, then looked straight ahead, and squeezed out an optimistic smile from his expressionless face.
"Hey, listen, you who picked up this video."
"If you are standing in a prosperous Utopia right now, and the air is filled with the fragrance of peace, please send it to the museum for me. This is a valuable document, maybe you will find my name in the exhibition hall, I am sure, The museum will give you a lot of money, I said that. If they don't pay, you drop this box in front of them, lol."
The man smiled heartily, and a trace of loneliness suddenly appeared on his face.
"But if Scenario B happens and we are unfortunately living in a miserable world, it proves that ... we are likely to fail."
"I'm sorry, whether it's for my mentor or those who trust me and give me this opportunity to go to the future. There is only one thing I can do for you, and this is the only thing left."
"Please take this video and go to the northern suburbs of Spring City to find Shelter No. 117. It should be under the Tundra Street subway station. I don't know the exact location. You may have to look for it."
"The manager there is an acquaintance of mine. I once asked him to keep a suitcase for me, which contained some useful things. If it is case B, I probably won't have a chance to pick it up. Go and take it away," my old friend will give it to you when he sees the footage."
"Remember the password to the box, X1179."
"If you make three wrong entries in a row, you lose everything."
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Dirt road leading to Starwood Farm.
Sitting in the back of the truck, Tom, who wrapped himself in a fur coat like a rice dumpling, chattered non-stop along the way.
"That's impossible! The logo of the college? Appeared in a community college in an unknown town? Are you sure you're not joking?"
Lucius smiled lightly and said.
"If I am kidding, I'll let you go alone."
"..."
Tom looked at him speechlessly, not wanting to speak.
But Lucius really wanted to chat with him.
There is no way, the news in Spring City is too closed, and he almost relies on hearsay information combined with his own imagination for what happened outside.
Lucius was also very curious about why college things appeared in an ordinary college.
According to Tom, it is at least a thousand kilometers from here to the Wandering Swamp, which is far beyond the sphere of influence of the academy.
Although Spring City is one of the important cities in the southern urban agglomeration of the River Valley Province, it was in the era of prosperity.
"Actually, I have always been curious about what kind of organization the academy is."
Tom shook his head and said, "If I want to fully explain this question, I'm afraid it will take me a whole day and a night."
"Then you pick the key points and pick the ones I'm interested in talking about."
Speechless by this wayward question, Tom opened his mouth, and he didn't come back to himself in embarrassment until he took a breath of northwest wind.
After coughing several times, he said.
"How should I put it, the Academy...is actually not as mysterious as you outsiders imagined, like a huge library. In fact, until the end of the era of prosperity, it was just a loose academic organization."
Lucius looked at him with great interest and said, "But your performance is not at all loose, nor pure, nor is it like an academic organization."
"That's for sure. I said before the end of the Prosperous Era, it is now the 211th year of the Wasteland Era."
Two hundred years. In the history of human civilization, many feudal dynasties failed to exist for such a long time, let alone an academic institution.
Tom narrowed his eyes and looked to the southwest, and continued.
"I've only heard that in the early years of the wasteland era, the college undertook part of the post-war reconstruction work, which was mainly concentrated in the technical field. This included taking over some experimental facilities, scientific research equipment, and repairing damaged materials. and the recovery of lost technology."
Lucius: "It sounds like a very grand project."
Tom sighed quietly and said: "That's right, we haven't finished this job until now. The world is changing too fast. It is said that a long time ago, the influence of the Academy spread throughout the Central Continent. The inspection team of the Academy can go to them Anywhere you want to go. But the good times don't last long, the place beyond the wandering swamp can no longer accommodate the people of the academy, and everyone looks at us as if they saw fat sheep."
Hearing the word fat sheep, Lucius unconsciously glanced at the guy's right hand.
Make sense an mechanical arm is worth at least 10,000 CR, and it's also a friendly price. Lucius felt that he really couldn't blame others for this, even if it was a good person like him, he would be tempted.
"Speaking of which, what kind of place is the Wandering Swamp?"
Tom replied briefly: "A very vast swamp is as big as a province. The weather there is out of control every day, and the aliens are going crazy every day... Anyway, you won't like that place."
"I didn't say I was going, I was just curious." Lucius looked forward, patted the roof of the car, and signaled the driver to find a place to park nearby, "It's just ahead, we're here."
After getting out of the car, Lucius pulled out the hammer behind him.
The four little players who accompanied them picked up the guy decisively, walked in front, and took up the role of guards.
In a lineup of 2 powers and 2 senses, two power players walk in front to open the way, and two perception players follow behind to "Light up the lights". Each of the four holds an LD-47 assault rifle, which has sufficient firepower and feels very safe.
Since the firepower is sufficient, Lucius doesn't need to add firepower here, just open the shield in time with the hammer and protect himself and the NPC next to him.
The city is quite deserted.
Due to the blizzard, there were almost no aliens roaming the streets. After dealing with a few nibblers hiding in the shadows, the group arrived at the target area on the map smoothly.
It was a community college, and it was quite simple in appearance, and even its area was only slightly larger than the nearby high school.
Standing in front of the laboratory building, Tom looked up, then shook his head.
"I don't think the academy will be interested in such an insignificant goal. There is a high probability that you made a trip in vain."
Hearing this sentence, Lucius smiled indifferently.
"It's already at the door. Is it a waste of time to go in and have a look?"
After leaving this sentence, Lucius walked in with the players.
Seeing that he was about to fall behind, Tom could only bite the bullet and follow, stepping into this gloomy laboratory building.
There are broken tiles and rubble all over the ground, and there are newly dropped bullet casings on the ground. It seems that a fierce battle broke out here more than an hour ago.
Looking at the crawler with its head split open on the ground, Tom smashed his tongue, and involuntarily followed a little closer.
In the academy's scientific expedition team, such rude things as fighting are usually done by E-level, F-level or even bionic people and drones. What D-level personnel need is independent analysis ability and excellent brain.
Even if you need to master some survival skills, survival itself is the main thing.
Such as basic first aid knowledge.
Tom was quite skeptical about the combat effectiveness of these people, especially seeing that the manager was still holding a hammer in his hand, and this unreliable feeling became even stronger.
"Can I have a gun? I can protect myself."
"You are a VIP, just stay behind me honestly."
"VIP?"
"Tsk, how can I explain it to you?"
While we were chatting, a group of people had already arrived.
Night Commander, who was wearing heavy armor, stood in front of him, and respectfully put his right fist on his chest as a military salute.
"Dear Master Manager, when you came here, we have successfully cleared the entire first-floor hall of alien species for you."
"Good job." Lucius nodded approvingly, looked at him and said, "Lead the way ahead."
"Yes!"
Receiving the affirmative look from the manager, Night Commander cheerfully walked ahead and led the way. Lucius ordered two players to guard the entrance, while the other two players followed him and Tom to explore the basement.
The passage here is very narrow.
However, after entering, the eyes are suddenly enlightened.
Looking at the ten sleeping pods placed in the basement, Tom froze on the spot as if petrified.
When he came back to his senses, he rushed up without saying a word, moved to the nearest hibernation cabin, and stared fixedly at it.
"There's nothing wrong...the shape of this training cabin is exactly the same!" Tom muttered in a low voice, his hands groping on the dusty hatch, wishing he could throw himself on it.
The little players around looked at each other, exchanged a confused look, and asked in a low voice.
"What is this doctor doing?"
"I don't know... Maybe it's a special hobby?"
"Understood, the hobby of the new NPC is the hibernation cabin!"
"Big boss! I'll post a post on the forum later, hehe, I wonder if it can play nice."
Lucius: "..."
This kind of boring post will be cleared.
Coughing lightly, Lucius looked at Tom who was dazed, and asked.
"What exactly is the same?"
"It's exactly the same model as the college's dormant cabin... What the hell, why did this type of dormant cabin appear in the River Valley Province?"
With an unbelievable expression on his face, Tom finally left from the side of the dormant cabin, looked at Lucius and said seriously.
"Where's that box? The one you mentioned with the Academy logo on it."
Lucius took the box from the players who were following him—that is, the mission props in the eyes of the players, and handed it to Tom.
"Here...what the hell is this thing?"
"The black box for storing data!" Tom tapped the surface of the box lightly with his knuckles, and continued happily, "The outer layer of material can effectively resist neutron rays and electromagnetic pulses generated by nuclear explosions. In addition In addition, there should be an inert gas injected inside to protect the graphene circuit board... I guess there is a high probability that it is a hologram or audio recording, and you will know when you open it."
With that said, Tom didn't wait for Lucius to signal, he stretched out the knife under his right hand, and scratched lightly on the surface of the box.
A miraculous scene happened.
The moment the surface material was scratched, the layer of black paint wrapped around the box dissipated like gravel blowing away in the wind, revealing the silver shell underneath.
Tom carefully groped the edge of the box, and quickly found an inconspicuous gap, and opened the box.
Night Commander couldn't help but glanced at the battlefield atmosphere group, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't it move for a long time."
"Isn't this a matter of course?" Before the Night Commander team could speak, I am Darkest, interjected, "There are no mission props for myself."
The two were taken aback.
It makes sense, and I can't refute it at all.
In just such a distracted effort, the azure blue light has converged into shape, and a holographic bust appeared out of thin air in the room.
Lucius and the players didn't react at all, but Tom, who was standing in the room, stared straight at him, wishing that his eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.
"Principle?!"
"Principle?" Looking at Tom who was muttering, Lucius asked suspiciously, "What is the principle?"
"Principles, methods, conclusions...the three doctors who rebuilt the college after the war, and their statues stand at the entrance of the college."
Tom swallowed, eyes full of disbelief, and continued, "The person in front of you is Doctor Principle. The laser rifle in the college is named after him. I can be sure that I will not admit it wrong. It is him, and it was his when he was young. But why did his relics appear here? It’s not recorded like this in the history of the academy... I don’t understand.”
Lucius: "..."
Coincidentally.
Lucius would like to say that I also do not understand.
But just when he was about to say this, the holographic image standing in mid-air spoke as if he was talking about himself.
"We're out of the pod, feeling good."
"It is now the second year of the Wasteland Era. The battalion commander Jayden of the 111th Orbital Airborne Division is in charge of meeting us. As planned, we successfully rendezvoused with the army. Although we were a little late... but fortunately they did not give up and wait here faithfully for us for two years."
"According to the plan, we will go to the northern Great Rift Valley under the escort of the army in the next step, which is the energy storage center in the central region. The stored metal hydrogen is enough for us to rebuild the central region twice. At present, the Great Rift Valley has been completed by the first 111th Orbital Airborne Division control."
"According to the information provided by Battalion Commander Jayden, the post-war reconstruction committee has already started work. What we have to do now is to go there to report, meet with other people, perform their duties, and start rebuilding."
"The only trouble now is that the fourth company responsible for escorting us has taken in more than a thousand residents who failed to evacuate in time outside the plan, so that our supplies may be almost exhausted. In contrast, the bad Road conditions and weather, so we can only rely on our own legs."
"More than that, Battalion Commander Jayden wants to take those survivors with him. To be honest, they are a burden and will only add more variables to the plan. I can't evaluate whether his kind deeds are correct, because if I think about it, I will probably do it too."
"That said, it's a sure thing to start from here, there's so much we need to do, and there's no time left. What bothers me, though, is that things don't go so well... the war is really over Is it? To be honest, I'm at a loss."
"My respected mentor once taught me that we have to be prepared for any situation, and the situation will not always go as smoothly as we expected."
The man in the holographic image looked at the sky, then looked straight ahead, and squeezed out an optimistic smile from his expressionless face.
"Hey, listen, you who picked up this video."
"If you are standing in a prosperous Utopia right now, and the air is filled with the fragrance of peace, please send it to the museum for me. This is a valuable document, maybe you will find my name in the exhibition hall, I am sure, The museum will give you a lot of money, I said that. If they don't pay, you drop this box in front of them, lol."
The man smiled heartily, and a trace of loneliness suddenly appeared on his face.
"But if Scenario B happens and we are unfortunately living in a miserable world, it proves that ... we are likely to fail."
"I'm sorry, whether it's for my mentor or those who trust me and give me this opportunity to go to the future. There is only one thing I can do for you, and this is the only thing left."
"Please take this video and go to the northern suburbs of Spring City to find Shelter No. 117. It should be under the Tundra Street subway station. I don't know the exact location. You may have to look for it."
"The manager there is an acquaintance of mine. I once asked him to keep a suitcase for me, which contained some useful things. If it is case B, I probably won't have a chance to pick it up. Go and take it away," my old friend will give it to you when he sees the footage."
"Remember the password to the box, X1179."
"If you make three wrong entries in a row, you lose everything."
.........
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