Zhang Zicheng has also played the Fallout series of games, and he has speculated on the possible existence of survivors in this wasteland world after nuclear war.
For example, the vacuum tube punks in the "Fallout" game, the wild and dehumanized tribes in "Mad Max", and the garbage guys in various similar works, sharpened pre-war civilization circuit boards to use as bows and arrows
Ignorant primitive people.
It's a pity that the suffering in reality is not as understated as in the background settings.
In the world after a nuclear war, there simply will not be that many places for survivors to develop and reproduce a new culture.
There may have been a few here and there...but this world was very unlucky to be invaded by demons again.
Without the military armaments stacked up by a unified civilization and political power, the survivors of the atomized wasteland are just a side dish in front of the devil.
After Zhang Zicheng asked the system to scan the entire wasteland world, he was helpless to find that there was no gathering place with more than 200 people. Naturally, there was no place that could be called a civilization that had reappeared in the wasteland.
This even makes him wonder where to go to contact people in this world.
"Is there any underground shelter?"
Zhang Zicheng asked again without giving up.
The system replied: [Yes, even many. After all, this was a civilization that was fully prepared for the end of the nuclear explosion, but few shelters can sustain life stably for more than 70 years. The more people a shelter has, the faster it will self-destruct.
The faster. Today, no shelter that can barely maintain operation has more than 50 people in it, and the average number of people is only about 9.]
Zhang Zicheng sighed.
After two major population purges, human civilization in this world almost existed in name only. Zhang Zicheng was not even sure whether humanity would have become extinct if he had not appeared.
The original mood of playing suddenly faded a lot. Zhang Zicheng sat on a chair and looked at the endless desert around him, the gloomy nuclear winter dust, and the eternal gray radiation haze.
In such an environment, there is no so-called special feature at all, only depression.
Zhang Zicheng asked: "System, how many survivors are there in this world?"
The system replied: [Ninety-six thousand, five hundred and ninety-seven people.]
Zhang Zicheng: "..."
The total population of the earth has dropped sharply from an order of 7 billion to less than 100,000 people.
Not even a fraction of the original population.
He indeed lost all interest in 'playing' for an instant, frowned slightly, and began to think about how to arrange the remaining 100,000 survivors.
There is no way, if this is really a game world, Zhang Zicheng might even condense a body with an attribute panel for himself, pick up garbage in the wasteland, and play the so-called survival mode.
But knowing that there are still 100,000 people living in pain, Zhang Zicheng cannot turn a blind eye and puts his temporary entertainment above their suffering.
However, Zhang Zicheng did not feel that he was very noble. After all, he had actually started working on this matter a few months ago when he had just come into contact with this universe. However, he had just obtained supernatural powers that could be applied in reality.
I forgot about it.
Therefore, Zhang Zicheng also knows that his behavior is more to satisfy his own psychological needs, rather than being a truly noble and completely altruistic person. From this aspect, saving others may be his own entertainment project.
In this regard, Zhang Zicheng does not have any moral burden, because he does not pursue the moral judgment of others and has never thought of standing on the moral high ground, so he forgives himself very quickly.
Zhang Zicheng ignored Tilulu in his arms for the time being, raised his hands, and displayed his wish in such an immersive way for the first time.
As if a drop of disinfectant dropped on the dirty water, the air in the entire wasteland world became clear and translucent in an instant.
Radiation snow, dust clouds, volcanic ash, and other pollutants that soaked in the entire sky and earth were all swept away.
The world became clear in an instant, finally allowing Zhang Zicheng's visual distance to be extended enough to see clearly 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 countless pollution to the atmosphere, but also almost completely destroyed the ozone layer.
The sunshine in this world is full of destructiveness like never before.
Such an environment is still not suitable for human survival.
So Zhang Zicheng once again used his will power to re-condensate an ozone layer system for the earth.
But then the system informed that there were almost no plants left in this world, and the carbon dioxide concentration had risen sharply, and it was very likely that the original oxygen concentration would never be returned to.
Zhang Zicheng sighed, thinking that there were so many details.
He thought for a while, and finally chose to take off the psychic VR helmet on his head, and instead turned on the computer monitor on the table.
Zhang Zicheng said to the system: "Stop the synaesthesia for the golden body of the wish for the time being and show me the image of Sionlis."
The system immediately complied, and the desktop in the display screen immediately disappeared, displaying the previous image of Sionlis.
Sionlis still maintained the same posture as when Zhang Zicheng just left, immersed in processing the various documents handed over to her by the AI.
Zhang Zicheng's regular dimension-reduction voice line said: "Sionlis, I give you a task."
Seonlis was startled when he heard Si Chen's voice, and immediately stopped what he was doing, and stood ready and said: "Yes, Lord Si Chen! Please give me your orders."
Zhang Zicheng said: "I discovered a planet that was once invaded by demons. However, before it was invaded by demons, a nuclear war broke out. The population has dropped sharply to less than one hundred thousand. Does your empire have a corresponding disaster relief or rescue system?
?"
Seonlis frowned. There was obviously no such planet in the Royal Star Territory, because the AI did not present it to him.
In this case, it is the territory of other nobles... I just don't know why Si Chen is so interested in such a planet.
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But from this incident, Sionlis felt relieved, and the original pressure was much less.
Just based on Si Chen's attitude towards the humans affected by the disaster, she knew that they would definitely not do anything excessive to the humans of the empire.
Seonlis nodded and said: "Of course, Lord Sichen. Whether it is the destruction of war caused by the invasion of demons, or the destruction of the planet's self-circulatory system caused by civil war, the empire has corresponding countermeasures. Please inform us of the location of this planet.
I’ll send someone over right now.”
Zhang Zicheng said: "You should 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: "Lord Sichen, you have completely stopped the invasion of the void demon. The traffic in the empire has become smooth again, and we can go there on our own."
Zhang Zicheng shook his head and said: "No, because it is in another universe."
Sionlis blinked in astonishment.
"Another universe?"
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In the end, Sionlis followed Zhang Zicheng's instructions and gave the rescue team's planet location.
And Zhang Zicheng also used his willpower to open a golden portal for them.
Since he gained the power of will, Zhang Zicheng no longer needs to perform dimensionality enhancement and dimensionality reduction operations to allow humans in different universes to move with each other.
Coupled with the 2.4-dimensional Devil Universe as a transfer station, parallel worlds can be transferred with almost no loss by just passing through the Devil Universe.
This is why Zhang Zicheng would rather use spiritual energy to cleanse the Demonic Universe every day instead of brutally destroying it directly.
Because the Demonic Universe is very likely to open a 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 time when Zhang Zicheng moved and established his studio, the system once again detected tens of millions of new inanimate universes, but not a single living low-dimensional universe.
The main reason is that if he goes out, he is always in public places where information is chaotic. And his current studio, which was also a warehouse where people came and went, did not create a stable and low-dimensional soil.
Zhang Zicheng looked at the Imperial rescue airship in the picture, which passed through the golden portal, entered the atmosphere, and finally sank to the ground. He thought to himself that it is no wonder that the Empire's main landing methods are space elevators and space stations.
Among the empire's basic technologies, material compression is one of the pillars, which allows many of the empire's technologies to get rid of the limitations of basic materials. But on the other hand, materials strengthened through mass compression inevitably lack many high-end materials
Light but durable, it becomes extremely heavy.
If such an airship wants to escape from the gravitational constraints of the ground and fly again, it will probably consume more energy than it would normally fly to thirty planets.
Zhang Zicheng watched the actions of the Imperial Rescue Team in Gaodimensional. He saw that most of the people disembarking from the ship were also wearing armor similar to psychic warriors, but most of them were mainly blue and white.
They immediately began 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 no more than a dozen people in the large number. There is no more order of magnitude.
Most of these survivors were skinny, and they only communicated with each other with simple gestures and roars, completely losing all civilizational inheritance. Even when they saw the empire's rescue team, they were just panicked and holding messy weapons like wild beasts.
Make threats.
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 the language was interrupted.
Perhaps it was the difference in the size of the disaster, but Zhang Zicheng was completely unable to see any trace of the post-apocalyptic prosperity in the "Fallout" series of games from these people.
Robbers and gangsters in junk armor, mutated monsters, cunning settlements of survivors, bottle-cap coins, exploring the mysteries of long-standing civilizations, establishing new religions... all of this does not exist.
There is only desolation and silence that are as ubiquitous as radiation, and people, like rats, are struggling to survive like wild beasts in the cracks.
Zhang Zicheng could only remain silent about this situation.
But he suddenly remembered that he had released the Doom Slayer into this world.
Zhang Zicheng immediately ordered the system: "Show me the position of the Doomsday Slayer."
The picture on the screen changed, and Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but twitching his lips when he saw the appearance of the Doom Slayer.
I saw that he had completely taken off his Archon armor and was lying on a rocking chair with his feet on a tattered table. While rocking the rocking chair, he was touching the mutated kitten crawling on his chest.
This little kitten has a tuft of gray hair like a mohawk on the top of its head, and then its whole body is bare, with some parts covered with bandages. It is not known whether it is a hairless cat, or whether it was destroyed for the convenience of treatment due to injuries.
Shaved by warriors.
At this moment, two children ran up not far away.
They waved excitedly at the Doom Slayer and shouted: "Uncle! The dust cloud suddenly disappeared! The radiation is almost unreadable! Do you know what happened?"
Another little girl said happily: "Are we saved? Will we not have to work so hard to find water without radiation in the future?"
The Doom Slayer remained silent, showing no intention of paying any attention to the two of them.
The two children were not surprised and continued to discuss environmental issues happily. What they were wearing was not so much clothes as layers of cloth strips that repeatedly wrapped the gaps.
In their hands, simple ropes were used to weave a big bag, and the two of them worked together to collect a lot of supplies from the ruins of the city.
It's said to be supplies... but it's actually just a lot of cockroaches.
Although the city is not safe, it is better than living in the open wilderness with dense shaded corners. A random fall of radiation snow or a tornado in the wild can kill people.
In cities, at least food can be obtained through stable hunting of mutated cockroaches.
Although cockroaches are tenacious, as they grow larger, they are inevitably restricted by their own insect bodies, and their reactions and body speed become very slow. Even children with spears can hunt them, making them a rare source of protein in the apocalypse. In addition, if you are lucky, you can often find some usable items in the city. But don't worry about canned food and medicine, they will definitely have been looted long ago.
The Doom Slayer didn't even look at the protein that the two children had worked so hard to collect. He was still sitting in the rocking chair, lazily stroking the kitten.
The two children were not polite to the Doomsday Slayer, and just kept lighting the fire and grilling skewers, with happy smiles on their faces.
After all, fleshy creatures like cockroaches are actually not easy to find. No matter how tenacious cockroaches are, they still need to eat. Recently, there have been many monster corpses in the city, and the number of cockroaches has been alleviated. p>
The monster's corpse was, of course, made by the Doom Slayer.
In more than two months, he has completely killed all the demons on the entire planet.
These two children once presented themselves with a kitten as a tribute, so the Doom Slayer allowed them to live with him.
The fact that he doesn't look sideways at cockroaches is not because he is picky about food, but because he has infinite sub-gold spiritual energy in his body, he doesn't need to eat.
There is no need for survival, the demons have been killed again, and living on a wasteland planet without pizza, rock music and games, the Doom Slayer can only masturbate by masturbating to cats every day.
Zhang Zicheng looked at the appearance of the Doom Slayer and shook his head, unable to say anything.
After all, although the demons exist, they are refreshed by me every day. Although I created the Doom Slayer, I cannot give him new pursuits.
At this moment, an imperial rescuer wearing blue armor came to the city.
His armor immediately started broadcasting melodious music.
After all, I don’t know the language of the survivors, so I can only communicate through music that is common to all cultures.
A gentle female voice began to sing. The song was melodious and the melody was so catchy that the two children who were roasting cockroaches couldn't help but raise their heads.
"Persimmon, did you hear that?"
The little girl nodded, her eyes full of confusion: "I...I heard it, what was that sound? It sounds good."
"I don't know, I've never heard of it. Is there any danger?"
While the two children were hesitant, the Doom Slayer slowly opened his eyes.
He glanced at the two children and said in a thick voice for the first time: "That's music."
"Music?" the two children murmured.
Then the little boy suddenly reacted, stared, and his reaction was louder than hearing the music: "Uncle! So you can talk!"
The Doom Slayer looked away, closed his eyes and played with the cat, ignoring the two of them again.