Space-time Traveler Chapter 38: Return [End of Volume 6]

An empty conference room.

Along with a ray of light from the projector, soon a group of figures appeared on the seats in front of them.

The figure of Dr. A pushed the door in, nodded slightly in other greetings, and there was a rare inconspicuous smile on his face. During this period of time, the results of the Bionics School were obvious. It not only hit the power of the Genetics School, but also prevented their experimental plans. Part of the information allowed them to have a better understanding of their opponents, and even vaguely predicted the opponent’s attack. One-step action.

Soon.

The figures stood up and reported their achievements, many of them smiled, apparently very satisfied with the achievements of the Bionic School during this period of time.

Compared with the previous research in underground laboratories, the people of the bionic school have indeed done a lot of things recently.

Especially with the cooperation with the Brotherhood to promote some relatively clean energy and food, many improved crops cultivated in the laboratory have also begun to try to grow in the harsh environment outside. The influence of the Bionic School is gradually expanding. At least in the northern region, they have won the support of many people, and many local forces are showing their favor.

But.

At this time, Dr. A stood up, he coughed slightly, and after the entire meeting room gradually became quiet, the doctor clapped his hands with a serious expression: "We have indeed achieved some results during this period. "

"But this is not something to be proud of!"

"Gentlemen."

"Ladies."

Dr. A clapped his hands, and soon a huge steel city was projected in front of his eyes. Many people recognized it as Beidou. I didn't know that Dr. A had information to share with everyone this time.

"Everyone, please look here."

The projected image began to change, and gradually locked in some communities in Beidou. There were Nüwa interference in places that were too secret, and they could not be photographed, but some obvious buildings were enough for the people present to see a lot. Something out.

"This...this is the school?..." an old man who was not young pushed his glasses and hesitated.

"Yes." Dr. A nodded silently, expressing a bit of a heavy voice: "There are already twelve schools like Beidou. And they are still expanding."

The picture has been zoomed in a lot.

As time passed quickly, the scene when the sun was rising appeared on it, and then a team of students began to do morning exercises. There are about 10,000 students in a school, ranging from 8 to 16 years old. , These schools seem to be semi-closed military management, you can see the students line up neatly.

The screen changes again.

This time it became a close-up distance. There were about fifty or sixty students in a spacious classroom. Everyone's expressions were serious. It seemed that this was taken by a special person, and you could even see the big characters on the blackboard.

——"The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Pre-Qin and Han Dynasties."

This seems to be a history class, a class that was almost useless in the Wasteland Era, but all the students listened very carefully. At the very center of the blackboard there was a square [Chinese] character.

The screen shifted to the playground.

It can be seen that hundreds of fifteen and sixteen-year-olds are receiving a certain degree of military training. Farther away is a closed shooting range with two soldiers with guns standing at the door.

"A school like this can accommodate about 10,000 students."

Dr. A’s tone was a bit heavy, and he slowly said: "As far as I know, Beidou's resources are not abundant, and it is not much better than us in terms of manpower. Although their heavy industry has recovered a lot, However, the light industry is not enough to satisfy everyone’s living needs."

"In order for these children to be free from heavy physical labor, their parents and relatives must work at least 12 to 16 hours a day."

Speaking of this, Dr. A repeated again in a heavy voice: "Everyday!"

"Can you imagine?"

"This city is like a steel machine with full power. They are advancing at an unimaginable speed."

Dr. a waved his hand gently, and the screen immediately switched to a prosperous gathering place.

There are basically white faces, but most of them are adults. Then in some workshops and factories, you can see a lot of half-aged teenagers, they are working on the assembly line, and the screens are beginning to switch rapidly. In the weapon shop, in the bar, on the street, in the wilderness, the faces of many teenagers emerged, and finally they were frozen in a somewhat cold classroom.

There were a dozen people sitting in the empty classroom. From the look of their clothes, they knew that they were in a good family situation, because in the Wasteland era, the low-level civilians absolutely couldn't wear clean and tidy clothes.

"Chaebol Group."

"Those capitalists, they 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, lack of medical care, lack of food, lack of education, and survival Under the pressure of people, they start working at the age of twelve on average."

"The penetration rate of education is less than 12%, and the people receiving education are basically concentrated in the hands of those chaebols."

"This is the gathering place for the general public."

"A gathering place with a population of nearly 80,000 people, it has only one school, and there are fewer than 100 students in the school. Most of those who are eligible to enter the school are from the water business group."

"Gentlemen."

"Ladies."

"Do you know what this means?"

"In up to three years, when the first batch of Beidou children to receive education grow up, we will open a bigger gap with them!"

Dr. a stood up, looked around, and said in a low tone: "Do you still think our achievements are amazing?"

"We are not doing enough."

He raised his hand and pointed, the images in front of him switched rapidly, and there appeared one gathering place, countless people's faces flashed past like a slide, Dr. a slowly said: "What do you think you see in front of you, Is it really capable of saving our civilization?"

"We are not a school of genetics."

"Those lunatics just want to change everything through dna!"

"But we can't do this."

There is dead silence in the meeting room.

Many people fell into contemplation in what Dr. A said, and then a middle-aged woman hesitated and said: "Are we going to universalize education?"

"Our current resources are completely insufficient, and we cannot support so many children."

"Just to promote the bionic transformation, we are already quite struggling."

Dr. a pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of the nose and slowly said: "Our resources are indeed insufficient. But why can't we control more resources in the wasteland world in our own hands?"

"Just using water will account for one-fifth of ordinary people's living expenses."

"What a ridiculous thing!"

"The instrument for purifying water seems to be just a trivial little result in our laboratory, right? Its production cost is no more than an ordinary bionic prosthesis!"

"Even it has become a tool for capitalists to converge their wealth."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became awe-inspiring. Many people realized that Dr. A wanted to use some chaebol forces.

"But we have an agreement with them." A slightly young scholar whispered.

The academy has always received funding from the chaebol forces, and in return they will give out limited research results to those chaebol forces.

Dr. a slightly squinted at the young scholar, and then if pointed out: "That's time for a change!"

The meeting ended soon.

Dr. A was sitting alone in the empty conference room. He seemed to be thinking about something, holding a pen and gently writing a line on the white paper.

——"Capital is greedy."

Next, Dr. a smiled, as if talking to himself, as if saying to someone: "I am not a capitalist, I am just a scholar who pursues the truth."

An icy electronic sound: "Doctor."

"You'd better not leave the institute during this time."

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The endless galactic void.

When Su Ziyu's figure returned to this familiar scene again, he couldn't help sighing softly.

In these three days, his hands were stained with blood, but Su Ziyu didn't feel uncomfortable, only that this was something he had to do. In the past, he had dealt with some mutant monsters, but this time the enemies he faced were mainly humans. Only then did Su Ziyu discover how terribly destructive he had when facing ordinary people.

A stronghold with a large number of armed men could be slaughtered by him in less than half an hour.

Invisible.

Transfer.

Psionic energy.

When Su Ziyu really began to position the imaginary enemy as a human, he seemed to be an omnipotent killing machine. Even those elite troops wearing exoskeleton power armor are nothing but lambs to be slaughtered in his eyes, and even if he wants, he can destroy a super large human gathering place with his bare hands in just half a day.

Of course, he would never do this.

He didn't want to become a cold-blooded butcher, executioner, and ruthless killing machine.

The hourglass of time is turning into an invisible bubble, carrying the scorpion fish in this endless river of time and space. The next mission target has not yet appeared. He pondered for a moment and opened up the worlds he experienced in the past. coordinate of.

The location permission is temporarily unavailable.

"Open the world coordinates." Su Ziyu said calmly.

Along with the surging of data flow, the world landmarks that have been experienced in the past also appeared in his mind like twinkling stars.

"Coordinate 1: Civilization level 3, energy level 0, modern civilization, inaccessible." [Aura Recovery] [Elemental Tide]

"Coordinates 2: Civilization level 4, energy level 2, and the age of dinosaurs, you can enter." [Unknown Mutation] [Advanced Civilization]

"Coordinates 3: civilization level 1, energy level 1, snake man civilization, you can enter."

"Coordinate 4: Civilization Level 1, Energy Level 2, Medieval Civilization, you can enter."

"Coordinates 5: civilization level 3, energy level 1, wasteland end of the world, you can enter."

"Coordinate 6: civilization level 1, energy level 3, dream plane, you can enter."

"Coordinate 7: Civilization level 1, Energy level 2, Demon hunting plane, you can enter."

"Coordinate 8: Civilization Level 3, Energy Level 1, Hundred Ghost Plane, you can enter." [Marking Plane] [Civilization Advancement]

Huh?

Su Ziyu just glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Those planes he has experienced in the past seem to have undergone some changes. The biggest change is the dinosaur plane. If Suzi fish remembers correctly, its original civilization level should be 0, but now its civilization The level is actually 4!

What happened?

Civilization level 4 basically belongs to the interstellar age. Could it be said that that plane was turned into a colony by an advanced alien civilization?

The second change is the Hundred Ghost Plane.

Its energy level has dropped to level 1, and its civilization level has been directly increased to level 3, which means it has reached the standard of modern civilization.

How is Qing He?

The first thing Su Ziyu thought of was Qing Ji. If it wasn't that the location permission was temporarily unavailable, he really wanted to go back and take a look.

Why has the permission level been elevated for so long?

Still can't enter other planes at will?

Damn it!

How can we truly control the hourglass of time?

Su Ziyu tried to connect the hourglass of time with spirit. There is no problem with the connection, but the control is completely impossible. The hourglass of time is like a huge vortex, and no matter how much energy he injects, it will be swallowed up quickly.

Civilization level is 3, but there is no change reminder. Could it be said that this plane has entered the modern era?

Isn't that a thousand years past?

It's over.

The next time Qing Ji meets herself, shouldn't she just burn her up?

Suzi fish feels a bit bad.

Just as he was thinking about it, the drifting speed gradually slowed down, and then three dark red stars appeared before his eyes.

——"Cyberpunk [Moderate Pollution]."

——"Fallen Dragon Kingdom [Deep Pollution]."

——"The Soul of Darkness [Moderate Pollution]."

Why did three mission objectives appear this time?

The first mission goal is'Cyberpunk'. This plane Suzi has seen it once before. To be honest, the technology level has not improved much against him, especially since he has already obtained it. In the case of nuclear bombs.

However, some high-tech information may be available on this plane, but it is not urgently needed for Suzi fish.

The second mission objective is "The Kingdom of Fallen Dragons", this seems to have appeared once, but the previous reminder was "The Kingdom of Corrupted Dragons", now it has become the "Nation of Dragons Fallen".

The last mission objective is relatively unfamiliar, it appears for the first time, and the hint is also a weird "Dark Soul".

Is this a plane dominated by souls?

Which one should I choose?

Su Ziyu couldn't help but fell into contemplation. The cyberpunk plane should be the first to rule out. He didn't want to enter the technology plane anymore.

The rest is to choose one.

One is the deeply polluted Dragon Kingdom, and the other is the completely unfamiliar Dark Soul. The previous mission plane is estimated to be very difficult, while the latter mission plane may be slightly easier.

Su Ziyu hesitated a little.

Should I fight this time? Or is it a little safer to choose a sure pollution difficulty?

Why is there always a feeling of falling into the pit?

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