Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 84 Music
Zhang Zicheng has also played the Fallout series of games. Regarding this wasteland world after the nuclear war, he also guessed the possible form of the survivors.

For example, vacuum tube punks in the "Radiation" game, wild and dehumanized tribes in "Mad Max", and various trash guys in similar works, holding pre-war civilization circuit boards and sharpening them as bows and arrows Ignorant primitive people.

It's a pity that the suffering of reality does not have the understatement of a few words in the background setting.

In the post-nuclear world, there are not so many places where survivors can develop and reproduce new cultures.

Maybe there were a few sporadic ones... But this world was very unlucky, and once again encountered a demon invasion.

Without the military armed forces piled up by a unified civilization and regime, the survivors of the atomized wasteland are just appetizers in front of the devil.

After Zhang Zicheng let the system scan the entire wasteland world, he found helplessly that there was not even a gathering place of more than 200 people, and naturally there was no place that could be called a civilization reappearing in the wasteland.

This even made him wonder where to contact people in this world.

"Is there any underground shelter?"

Zhang Zicheng asked again without giving up.

The system replied: [There are, even many.After all, this was once a civilization fully prepared for the nuclear doomsday, but almost no shelter can survive stably for more than 70 years. The more people in the shelter, the faster it will self-destruct.Today, among the shelters that are barely able to maintain operation, there is no shelter with more than 50 people in it, and the average number of people is only about 9 people. 】

Zhang Zicheng sighed.

Under the two population cleansings, human civilization in this world is almost dead in name only. Zhang Zicheng is not even sure whether human beings will become extinct if he does not show up.

The original mood of playing immediately faded a lot. Zhang Zicheng sat on the chair and looked at the endless desert around him, the gloomy nuclear winter dust, and the eternal gray radiation haze.

In such an environment, you can't see any so-called characteristics at all, only depression.

Zhang Zicheng asked: "System, how many survivors are there in this world?"

The system replied: [590 seven people. 】

Zhang Zicheng: "..."

The total population of the earth has dropped from an order of magnitude of 70 billion to less than 10.

Not even a fraction of the original population.

He really lost all interest in "playing" in an instant, frowned slightly, and began to think about how to arrange the remaining [-] survivors.

There is no way, if this is really a game world, Zhang Zicheng might gather a body with attribute panels for himself, pick up garbage on the wasteland, and play the so-called survival mode.

But knowing that there are still 10 people living in pain, Zhang Zicheng can hardly turn a blind eye, and put his own momentary entertainment above their suffering.

However, Zhang Zicheng didn't think he was so noble. After all, he could start this matter when he first came into contact with this universe a few months ago. It was just that he had just acquired supernatural power that could be applied to reality. Things were forgotten.

So Zhang Zicheng also knows that his behavior is more to satisfy his own psychological needs, rather than a truly noble person who is completely altruistic.From this aspect, saving others may be one's own play item.

In this regard, Zhang Zicheng has no moral burden, because he did not pursue the moral judgment of others, and never thought of standing on the moral high ground, so he forgave himself very quickly.

Zhang Zicheng ignored Di Lulu in his arms for the time being, raised his hands, and for the first time displayed his wish in such an immersive way.

Like a drop of disinfectant dripping on the dirty water, the air in the entire wasteland world became clear and bright in an instant.

Radiation snow, dust clouds, volcanic ash, and all other pollutants soaked in the entire world were all swept away.

The world that became clear in an instant finally extended the visual distance of Zhang Zicheng's naked eyes enough to see the ruins and the horizon in the distance.

However, the slight burning sensation on his skin told Zhang Zicheng that the nuclear bomb not only added inexhaustible pollution to the atmosphere, but also almost completely destroyed the ozone layer.

The sunshine of this world is full of lethality like never before.

Such an environment is still not suitable for human survival.

So Zhang Zicheng once again used his will power to re-condense an ozone layer system for the earth.

But then the system informed that there are almost no plants in this world, and the concentration of carbon dioxide has risen sharply, and it is very likely that it will never be able to return to the original oxygen concentration.

Zhang Zicheng sighed, thinking that there are so many details.

He thought for a while, and finally chose to take off the psionic VR helmet on his head, and turned on the computer monitor on the table instead.

Zhang Zicheng said to the system: "Temporarily stop the synaesthesia with the golden body of wish power, and show me the picture of Seonlis."

The system immediately followed suit, and the desktop on the display immediately disappeared, showing the previous picture of Seonlis.

Seonlis still maintained the posture she had just left when Zhang Zicheng left, burying herself in the various documents that AI handed her over.

Zhang Zicheng said in a regular voice for dimensionality reduction: "Theonlis, I have a task for you."

Seonlis was taken aback when he heard Si Chen's voice, and immediately stopped what he was doing, and said in a serious manner: "Yes, Mr. Si Chen! Please give me instructions."

Zhang Zicheng said: "I found a planet that was once invaded by demons, but before it was invaded by demons, a nuclear war broke out, and the population has dropped to less than [-]. Does your empire have a corresponding disaster relief or rescue system? ?”

Seonlis frowned. In the star field directly under the royal administration, there is obviously no such planet, because the AI ​​did not present it to him.

In that case, it is the territory of other nobles... I just don't know why Si Chen cares so much about such a planet.

But from this incident, Seonlis felt relieved, and the original pressure was much less.

Just based on Si Chen's attitude towards those disaster-stricken humans, she knew that the other party would definitely not do anything excessive to the humans of the empire.

Seonlis nodded and said: "Of course, Lord Sichen. Whether it is the war damage caused by the demon invasion, or the destruction of the planet's self-circulation system caused by the civil war, the empire has corresponding countermeasures. Please inform the location of this planet. I'll send someone there."

Zhang Zicheng said: "You still tell me which planet you want to send the rescue team from, and I will directly help them open the portal."

Seonlis smiled and said: "Master Si Chen, you have completely prevented the invasion of the void demons, and the transportation of the empire has become smooth again, we can go there by ourselves."

Zhang Zicheng shook his head and said, "No, because it's in another universe."

Seonlis blinked in astonishment.

"Another universe?"

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In the end, Seonlis followed Zhang Zicheng's instructions and gave the rescue team's planetary location.

And Zhang Zicheng also used his will to open a golden portal for them.

Since he has the power of will, Zhang Zicheng does not need to increase and decrease the dimension to allow human beings in different universes to move with each other.

In addition, there is a transfer station in the 2.4-dimensional demon universe, and parallel worlds only need to pass through the demon universe in the middle, and they can transfer with almost no loss.

This is also the reason why Zhang Zicheng would rather use psionic energy to cleanse the demonic universe every day, rather than directly destroying it brutally.

Because the demon universe, very likely, opens the connection to the new universe again.

This is something the system cannot do, because the system can only detect the 2.05-dimensional universe.

Speaking of which, during the period when Zhang Zicheng moved and established his studio, the system detected tens of millions of new inanimate universes again, but not a single living low-dimensional universe was found.

The main reason is that if he goes out, he will be in a public place with chaotic information.And my current studio, which used to be a warehouse where people come and go constantly, has not bred a stable and low-dimensional soil.

Looking at the picture, Zhang Zicheng passed through the golden portal, entered the atmosphere, and finally hit an imperial rescue airship on the ground, thinking that it is no wonder that the main landing methods of the empire are space elevators and space stations.

Among the basic technologies of the empire, material compression is one of the pillars, which allows many technologies of the empire to get rid of the restrictions of basic materials.But on the other hand, the material strengthened by mass compression inevitably lacks the light but durable features of many high-end materials, and becomes extremely heavy.

If such an airship wants to get rid of the gravitational shackles and fly again, it is estimated that it will consume more energy than it normally flies to [-] planets.

Zhang Zicheng watched the actions of the Imperial Rescue Team in Gaowei, and saw that most of the people who got off the ship were also wearing armor similar to psionic warriors, but most of them were mainly blue and white.

As soon as they got down, they started to scan and explore the entire planet, and quickly found several nearby survivor strongholds.

In these survivor strongholds, there are only two or three people in the small number, and there are no more than a dozen people in the large number, and there is no more order of magnitude.

Most of these survivors are skinny, and they only communicate with each other with simple gestures and shouts, completely losing all civilization inheritance.Even seeing the empire's rescue team, they just panicked and threatened with messy weapons like wild beasts.

Looking at their appearance, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but sigh.

After the end of the world, after hundreds of years of continuous elimination, in an extremely cruel environment, even the inheritance of language has been broken.

Perhaps it was the difference in the size of the disaster, anyway, Zhang Zicheng was completely unable to see the slightest post-apocalyptic prosperity in the "Radiation" series of games from these people.

Robbers in garbage armor, mutated monsters, intriguing survivor settlements, bottle cap coins, exploring the mysteries of ancient civilizations, establishing new religions, etc., all of these are non-existent.

There is only the desolation and dead silence that is everywhere like radiation, and people who are like rats and beasts desperately trying to survive in the cracks.

Zhang Zicheng is silent about this situation.

But he suddenly remembered that he had dropped Doom Warriors in this world back then.

Zhang Zicheng immediately ordered the system: "Show me the location of the Doom Slayer."

As soon as the picture on the screen changed, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw the shape of the Doom Soldier.

I saw that he had completely taken off the consul's armor, lying on the rocking chair with his feet resting on a tattered table, while shaking the rocking chair, while stroking the mutated kitten crawling on his chest.

The little kitten had a mohawk-like tuft of gray fur on the top of its head, and then it was bald all over, and some parts were bandaged.I don't know if it is a hairless cat itself, or because of the injury, it was shaved off by Doom for the convenience of treatment.

Just then, two children ran up not far away.

They excitedly waved at the Doom Slayer, shouting: "Uncle! The dust cloud suddenly disappeared! The radiation is almost unreadable! Do you know what's going on?"

Another little girl said happily: "Are we saved? Will we not have to work so hard to find water without radiation?"

The Doom Slayer remained silent, showing no intention of responding to the two of them.

The two children were not surprised, and they were still happily discussing environmental issues.What they are wearing is not so much clothes, but layers of cloth strips that repeatedly wrap the gaps.

In their hands, a simple rope was woven into a big bag, and the two cooperated to collect a lot of supplies from the ruins of the city.

It is said to be supplies...in fact, it is a lot of cockroaches.

Although the city is not safe, it is better to live in the wilderness with dense shady corners after all.Casually falling radiation snow or blowing a tornado in the wild can kill people.

In cities, at least food can be obtained by hunting mutant cockroaches steadily.

Although cockroaches are tenacious, they are inevitably constrained by their own insect bodies after they grow bigger, and their reaction and body speed become very slow. Even children can hunt with spears. They are a rare source of protein in the apocalypse.

In addition, if you are lucky, you can often find some items that are still usable in the city.But don't think about canned food and medicines, they have definitely been searched long ago.

The Doom Slayer didn't even look at the protein collected by the two children. He was still sitting on the rocking chair, stroking the kitten lazily.

The two children were not polite to the Doom Slayer, they just lit a fire and grilled skewers by themselves, with happy smiles on their faces.

After all, cockroaches, fleshy creatures, are actually not very easy to find.No matter how stubborn cockroaches are, they still need to eat. Recently, there were many monster corpses in the city, and the number of cockroaches was alleviated.

The corpse of the monster, of course, came from the hands of Doom.

In more than two months, he has completely killed all the demons on the entire planet.

And these two children once offered themselves a kitten as a tribute, so the Doom Slayer allowed them to live with him.

He doesn't look sideways at the cockroaches, it's not that he's picky eaters, it's just that he has infinite sub-jin spiritual power in his body, so he doesn't need to eat.

There is no need for survival, and the demons have been killed. Living on a wasteland planet without pizza, rock music and games, the Doom Slayer can only masturbate by patting the cat every day.

Zhang Zicheng looked at Doom's appearance, shook his head, and couldn't say anything.

After all, although demons exist, they are refreshed by him every day. Although he created the Doom Warrior, he has no way to give him new pursuits.

Just then, an imperial rescuer wearing blue armor came to the city.

On his armor, melodious music began to broadcast immediately.

After all, I don't know the language of the survivors, so I can only communicate with music that is common to any culture.

The gentle female voice began to sing, the singing was melodious and the melody was melodious, making the two children who were roasting cockroaches couldn't help raising their heads.

"Persimmon, did you hear that?"

The little girl nodded, her eyes full of confusion: "I...I heard it, what is that sound? It sounds good."

"I don't know either. I've never heard of it. There shouldn't be any danger, right?"

Just when the two children hesitated, the Doom Slayer slowly opened his eyes.

Glancing at the two children, he said in a thick voice for the first time, "That's music."

"Music?" murmured the two children.

Then the little boy suddenly came to his senses, his eyes widened, his reaction was bigger than hearing the music: "Uncle! So you can talk!"

The Doom Slayer looked away, closed his eyes and stroked the cat, and ignored the two of them again.

(End of this chapter)