This ruined world was indeed full of fascinating secrets. This world full of adventure and puzzle-solving made the lively Shallow Shallow so excited that she decided to personally scout for information. In order to achieve this grand goal, she had successfully befriended many of the local naughty children and used the countless childish games that she had accumulated over the past twenty years to win the throne of the local child king. Now, she was busy flirting with those naughty children …
Of course, I was also deeply curious about this world, but the place that I was concerned about was definitely of a higher level than Shallow Shallow.
I wanted to know, 720,000 years ago, if this universe and the distant Earth in another world, had their fates intersected … Well, this sentence was too artistic. Actually, I just wanted to know if Visca had destroyed two places at the same time. Two places, one was the universe ruins, and the other was the ancient Atlantean civilization on Earth.
720,000 years ago, Visca was on Earth excitedly destroying the Atlantean civilization and was engaged in a fierce battle with a group of scientific research teams. At the same time, her Army of Destruction had a tragic battle in this universe, causing the destruction of a universe. Countless battleship wreckages even piled up into a star system. What was the connection between these two events?
If anyone said that these two events had nothing to do with each other, I would definitely lift a brick and smash that person's face.
I suddenly remembered a small detail that had been ignored for a long time. When we first brought Visca to discover the secret of Planet Barrier, she discovered that the Planet Barrier's Annihilation Weapon was still locked and ready to fire. This meant that the owner of the Annihilation Weapon had suddenly left the control panel before he could issue an order. He did not even bother to turn off the safety device. Then, we linked it to the various records in the Atlantean database. We could easily deduce that Visca had suddenly left the solar system at the end of the war against Atlantis. It was also because of this that she had left behind survivors to praise the ancient myths on Earth. Otherwise, with her terrifying combat power and her ferocious army, after the resistance on Earth had collapsed, would it have taken her more than a second to burn the entire planet into a pile of high-carbon matter?
As for Visca's sudden departure, we had always attributed it to her insanity. But now …
Could it be that the war that happened in this universe at the same time forced her to give up her "game"?
It was a pity that the person most qualified to answer this question was even more confused than we were. Veska's memories of her crazy era were a mess, just like how she didn't realize that the moon above her head was her other body even after living on Earth for such a long time. She had also forgotten everything about this universe and didn't even remember what battles her Army of Destruction had fought, much less where they had suffered such exaggerated losses. When she saw the emblem of her army appearing on the town, her first reaction was to use chalk to draw a Gomoku board. She's already so weird, what else can I expect from her?
Of course, another reason was that I didn't want to force Visca to recall the past. After all, it wasn't easy for her to walk out of her dark history.
The gathering in Condenser Town was actually quite boring. Even Shallow Shallow lost interest in playing with the children after they finished singing the hymn. However, the townspeople who participated in the gathering seemed to be very happy. In this world of ruins, the lives of the people were suppressed to an extremely monotonous state. Especially the people at the bottom of the food chain. They would go to the metal stations to sort out the waste, collect the damaged parts from all over the world, and then go home to eat the tasteless synthetic food and water. When they woke up, they would have to work the next day. This was the life of most of the people in this world. Every rest day, they would rest for half a day. At night, they would gather together to sing the hymn and sigh at how beautiful this world was. This was the only entertainment they had when they had free time.
To Shadora and I, this was an absurd scene. To be fair, we couldn't imagine a place with a brighter future than this ruined world. This deathly dimension built on corpses was gloomy and filled with despair. However, the natives who lived here felt that this world was so beautiful that they had long forgotten what a real world with sunlight and flowers looked like. Instead, they thought that this endless pile of scrap metal was heaven … Shadora and Shadora's World of Death, Shadora's World of Death
Today was a rare time for the townspeople to relax. In this world, even the children had to work where they could, but today, they could completely relax, and they could even get their share of sugar biscuits. Sugar biscuits were probably one of the few luxuries in this world. At least for the children, it was an unparalleled delicacy. I saw a group of children led by Glick gathering around a sturdy middle-aged woman who had gone to rest after singing the hymn. The latter took out many palm-sized white round biscuits from a large bag and distributed them to the children, causing waves of joyful screams.
The old man named Barnard walked straight towards us after he finished his work. It was obvious that his target was me and Sandora. This made us look at each other in confusion.
"Singing hymns always makes people happy. It can make people forget about the fatigue of work, and at the same time, remember how beautiful this eternal world is." Barnard, who was a little chubby, but had a simple and steady air of an old man, stood in front of us with a faint smile. He turned his head to look at the children who were cheering excitedly. "Isn't that right?"
Sandora and I didn't know what this old man meant, so we could only give him a perfunctory laugh.
"Glick has never been to a big city," Barnard said slowly, his face calm like an ancient well. "He has only seen the scenery from the screen in the town hall. Like many children, he is full of unrealistic illusions about the big city. But overall, the big city is indeed the best place in this world … The people who come from the big city are also respected by many."
Bernard seemed to be rambling aimlessly, just like an ordinary old man who met a stranger he could talk to and suddenly opened a chatterbox, rambling about his old past. But even the dullest person should be able to tell at this time that the other party was obviously not just talking about tourism and the scenery of the big city …
"The people from the big city have only appeared in this town less than ten times, and Glick has only seen them from afar. So, I'm afraid he doesn't really know the people who come from the big city …" Barnard rambled for a long time. Just when Sandora and I were about to lose our patience and were about to interrupt him, he finally got to the point, "You said you came here from the big city to play … That's impossible … The people from the big city wouldn't have this interest. Even if they were curious about the desolate area, they would at most take a look from afar in an aircraft. So, if you said you came here because you were curious about the desolate area, then only a child like Glick, who is full of fantasies, would believe you. "
Barnard finally voiced his doubts about us. It was obvious that he didn't believe that we had revealed our identities to the public. What he said made sense. After all, observing the ant nest and living in the ant nest were two different things. What was the point of visiting a small town with only one or two hundred residents? It would only deceive children.
However, even if there was a problem with our identities, Sandora and I didn't have a headache. Originally, we just wanted to get in touch with the residents of this world and roughly understand the situation here. After spending half a day with Glick, we almost knew what we needed to know. It didn't matter to us whether our identities were "exposed" or not, but it was a pity. Glick, that child, was actually quite likable. Although he was a little too curious at times, his tiger spirit, honed by hard life, was impressive. His innocence and warm-heartedness were also a valuable asset. Nowadays, it was rare to see a child with such an honest heart. It was said that nowadays, primary school students start writing notes to each other in the third grade, and by the fifth grade, they already know how to form cliques and snatch girlfriends or boyfriends. There was even a person who dared to plan to overthrow the world when he was just 1.9 meters tall. How bad are the kids nowadays? When I was in the third grade, I didn't do anything bad other than putting bugs in the pencil boxes of the girls sitting behind me …
"As expected of an old man. We didn't intend to hide it for long." Since it wasn't a big deal to us, I admitted it without hesitation. "I told Glick that because …"
"I know, he is just a child after all. Even the church will forgive the sins of children, not to mention that he really doesn't know anything."
I was interrupted by Barnard before I could finish my sentence. His words made Sandora, my sister, and me look at each other.
It seemed that the situation was different from what we had expected.
Seeing that we didn't speak, Barnard thought that we were waiting for him to continue, so he sighed and said, "Actually, I expected that you would come ten days ago, but I didn't expect that it wasn't a soldier, but a special agent … Well, I hope I didn't guess wrong, but I think that in this situation, other than soldiers, only special agents would come. Glick's father was born and raised in this town, and he had always been our pride. Our small town, which wasn't even a formal town, had a spaceship technician. Even though it was said that he was just repairing the pipes, it was still a great thing. You know, Glick had always called himself 'Old Glick's son.' He felt that it was an honorary title. If it wasn't for the information, I wouldn't have believed that Big Glick, who had been a hardworking worker all his life, would do such a risky thing … "
Sandora, my sister, and I continued to look at each other. This matter, as expected, was getting out of hand.
Well, why did I say 'as expected'?
"Since you are here, you must want to know about his father from little Glick. But I can tell you now, that child really doesn't know anything." Barnard was indeed a talkative person. Perhaps he wanted to protect the little boy as much as possible, he didn't even wait for us to speak and took the initiative to tell us everything he knew. This simple old man had already regarded us as' special agents' from a big city, and it was hard to say if there was a so-called identity verification system in this dilapidated and ridiculous world of ruins. Perhaps the luxurious clothes we were wearing and the fact that we casually gave away a 'master craftsman' were enough to prove our identities. The old man didn't even think to ask us for identification. In fact, I just wanted to remind this old man: Have you ever seen a civil servant carrying a doll on a business trip with a family?
Of course, with the mentality that it was a rare opportunity, I didn't remind him …
From Barnard's tone, it wasn't hard to tell that Glick's father must have done something outside, and we just happened to appear. So, this old man in front of him mistakenly regarded us as staff who came to investigate and collect evidence. For ordinary people like Barnard, who had lived at the bottom of society all their lives, it was a habit to confess to 'officials' and be lenient. "Big Glick hasn't been back to town for two years. He only communicates with this place through messages. The last time little Glick received a message from his father was a few months ago. He only knew that his father went to work on a big warship, but he didn't know what kind of warship it was. So, if you have any questions, just ask me. "
"Err, all right. If so, just tell us everything you know. What did Glick's father go to?" I was stunned for a moment before replying helplessly. How should I start with this question? I don't even know what the legendary old Glick looks like. Thus, I can only let him tell us what he knows. However, Barnard did not suspect anything. Perhaps, he was treating this question as a routine question. He simply gestured for us to follow him to a quiet corner where no one would disturb us. "Glick … I am referring to little Glick's father.
I am the one who watched him grow up. "Grandfather Barnard led us to a small shed located in the corner of the square. This was the only 'bar' in Condenser Town. Naturally, I maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards what the so-called 'wine' in this world looks like." Since young, his imagination has been running wild. Just like little Glick, his mind is filled with unrealistic fantasies. Now that you know about it, there is nothing wrong with saying it out loud – that's right, little Glick's father has always been interested in World's End. He wants to know what is on the other side of the Sea of Storms. Additionally, he had mentioned this rebellious idea more than once in front of everyone. At that time, no one cared about the wild thoughts of a little metal sorting worker. Even the church members who occasionally passed by to give their blessings to newborns would not take such a rebellious idea too seriously. They would only give him a few words of reprimand. After all, who could have imagined that a laborer who knew nothing besides messing around with scrap metal would one day set foot on a spaceship?
In the beginning, he just happened to have a conversation with a cargo ship pilot who was passing by to transport scrap metal. At that time, two small stations near this metal station had been moved away. Thus, the local scrap metal cargo ships were all concentrated in this town. The cargo ship pilots who came and went would always rest in this town while the workers were loading and unloading their cargo. As for Glick, he liked to study aircrafts. After a while, he began to learn about the energy supply of civilian aircrafts from the pilot. It was truly inconceivable. We all know that all the energy in this world comes from the crystals and reactors left behind by the ancient Gods. Only priests and spaceship captains know how to identify those crystals. A spaceship pilot would at most know how to adjust the crystal's energy output. However, Glick relied on his shallow knowledge to actually learn how to repair the energy pipes. Thus, when he excitedly announced to everyone that he would be joining a cargo ship as an apprentice, although many were shocked, I was not surprised. "
"Get to the point." Sandora couldn't help but remind Barnard when she saw that he would definitely stray from the topic whenever he spoke.
Barnard finally remembered that he was still 'cooperating with the investigation'. He rubbed his hands nervously and said, "Yes, in any case, that is how Glick became a member of the spaceship, but I have no idea how he ended up on that ship. I only found out a few months ago that he boarded the 'Hope', and the captain of the 'Hope' has always been a dreamer who wants to cross the stormy ocean. I know you have been looking for a chance to shut him up. Of course, I support the church. Normal people would not be interested in the stormy ocean, so when I heard that Glick boarded the 'Hope', I wanted to remind him that he was playing with fire … But it was too late. They had already crossed the stormy ocean, and the last message on the radio said that they were lost in the blue storm. Glick still doesn't know about this … "
The Hope!
At that moment, Sandora and I jumped out of our slightly bored state at the same time. The three crucial words had shocked us. The dramatic turn of events was so unexpected. We had never thought that Barnard's rambling would eventually lead us to the mothership that had crashed on Mars.
Glick's father, the one who had left home for two years and who had recently boarded the battleship as a metal picker, had ended up on the Hope …
However, this really wasn't good news.
My sister gently squeezed the back of my hand. I turned my head and saw a trace of sadness in her eyes.
The Hope, the Ark of Traitors that could have been the most powerful ship in the junkyard world, had long been burned into a burning wreck in a faraway world. Not a single person on board had survived.
I remembered my sister's unintentional words: They were the Columbus of this world.
Unfortunately, they didn't last until the day they discovered the new continent.
The church in this world should be the official force, and the huge super battleship, the Hope, was undoubtedly an unstable force that even the official forces didn't dare to act rashly. They dared to ignore the ban and explore the psionic storm area several times because they had a huge battleship that could be considered the absolute power of this universe. I didn't know how a group of rebels obtained such a thing, but it was obvious that they had failed miserably. The official statement was that they were lost in the psionic storm area, but we all knew that they were ambushed by the church's super weapon before they could enter the psionic storm area. In an instant, their shields and armors turned red, and they were forced to travel through the void. In the end, they couldn't survive the fatal void impact, and the spaceship disintegrated and exploded …
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