Sionlis received the report from his subordinates and opened it to read.
Among them, she directly asked the AI to omit the details about how many humans were saved and what response methods were used, and mainly read some content with a large amount of information.
For example... the empire discovered the green armored man who single-handedly slaughtered the big demons on Fanao Star.
The other party does not resist returning with the refugees and seems to be unemployed.
Although Zhang Zicheng didn't explain it specifically, Sionlis didn't know the relationship between this man and Si Chen.
But just through the sudden appearance of the other party, and the fact that he now appears in another universe designated by Si Chen to rescue, Sionlis guessed that the other party should have a lot of connections with Si Chen.
Sionlis thought for a moment and then ordered: "AI, send him a recruitment letter to see if he is willing to be my guard. Tell him that loyalty to me means loyalty to Si Chen."
AI asked aloud: "What is the specific definition of Si Chen?"
Sionlis shook his head and said: "No explanation is needed, the other party can understand it."
AI said: "I understand, I will follow your orders."
This AI is actually the royal AI used by Sever at the beginning. It is a strong artificial intelligence with a "butler" personality named Mo Shang.
The other party is not loyal to a certain individual, but to the being with the highest official position in a civilization. Being able to serve those with the highest status is the pursuit of this strong artificial intelligence.
Therefore, regarding the death of Sever and the ascension of the Sun Queen, it almost accepted the process of changing service objects without any transition.
After that, Sionlis continued to browse, and sure enough he saw the content he was interested in.
"That place...is also the earth?"
Sionlis's eyes flashed, and he felt a little amazed in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Si Chen's golden portal could quietly sail the fleet to another universe.
Moreover, it is a parallel universe whose development history is completely different from that of the empire.
The wealth represented by the parallel universe is almost self-evident. For a civilization that can mine galactic resources, it can exploit them to the maximum.
I didn’t expect that not long after I pledged my allegiance to Si Chen, I would receive such huge benefits.
However, Sionlis was excited for a few seconds and then calmed down.
After all, I still have a lot of messy things to deal with here, and there are countless planets in the galaxy, and no civilization has ever landed on them.
Rushing to develop parallel universes will only make the mess even bigger.
So Sionlis ordered: "This report is classified as top secret. It is strictly forbidden for anyone except me to view it. A sealing order is also issued to the soldiers who are going to rescue this planet."
Strong artificial intelligence Mo Shang said respectfully: "Follow your orders."
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Zhang Zicheng looked at the rescue team of the Galaxy Empire, gathering the refugees on the surface of the planet with extremely high efficiency.
But most of the hidden shelters were not discovered by them.
Zhang Zicheng thought for a while and said to the system: "Mark all the underground shelters for me."
With that said, Zhang Zicheng put on the VR helmet again.
As soon as I opened my eyes this time, the wilderness with thousands of miles of blue sky came into view.
Zhang Zicheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the wasteland world that he had purified would look so majestic.
Although the beautiful scenery lacks humanities and vegetation, it still makes the whole world look rough and vigorous, like a veteran who has gone through many vicissitudes of life and been tortured.
Even though he has not yet interacted with people in this world, Zhang Zicheng felt at this moment that he had a profound communication and interaction with the world itself.
Looking at such a majestic wilderness and recalling the trauma this world has experienced, a sense of heaviness arises spontaneously.
Scenery is a better engraver of history than human pen and ink.
Because only truly meaningful changes can write a powerful stroke in this magnificent scene.
Human buildings are, and so are the ruins of buildings.
Zhang Zicheng sighed, but couldn't help but sigh: "Such a scene is much more profound than the new human civilization in the wasteland that I imagined."
Tilulu popped up from behind Zhang Zicheng, looked at the scene in front of her, tilted her head and said strangely: "Ah? Is there anything different? I can see scenes like this every day in the prehistoric plane."
Zhang Zicheng didn't know how to describe the slight shock of this short-lived species like Tilulu, a creature that had truly lived for who knows how many thousands of years.
After all, for Tiluru, the panoramic view of the universe has been played with more than once after gaining the power of Si Chen, and the earth has been set back countless times under her influence.
Even though Zhang Zicheng had seen those scenes with his own eyes, for a human with shallow eyes like him, the ruins with a touch of humanity did give him a more realistic feeling compared to the empty and silent universe. Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these purely subjective and spontaneous emotions, Zhang Zicheng sent the locations of all shelters to the imperial team that came to rescue the refugees.
Looking at the blue-armored soldiers who immediately went to various shelters after receiving the information, Zhang Zicheng sighed.
In fact, to be honest, his initial idea was to act as a savior and provide materials to the people in the apocalypse to gain their gratitude.
But this feeling has already been satisfied in the Three Kingdoms Universe, and Zhang Zicheng does not intend to do it again.
And to be honest, he has no experience in dealing with emotions in this area, and he is even more bored of being treated as a god by others.
As Jason said at the beginning, worship and belief are the furthest emotions between two parties, second only to one-way love.
Such emotional interaction is almost meaningless.
Anyway, as long as the other person can be saved because of himself, Zhang Zicheng can get a full sense of satisfaction in his heart. He does not need the other person to burst into tears of gratitude in person, which will make him feel uncomfortable.
After figuring out his real needs, Zhang Zicheng also figured out how to play in the future.
That is to act like a local and completely integrate into the environment.
Since I can easily destroy a low-dimensional planet, the grand narrative has lost its meaning to me.
"Well... In that case, in a world full of suffering like the wasteland, the surviving refugees have been saved, so where should I go next?"
Zhang Zicheng murmured to himself, while wondering if he was a little too lazy.
In view of this, Zhang Zicheng still set several requirements for himself.
He said to himself: "If I want to play in a low-dimensional world in the future, I can't be too idle. Regardless of my identity, my daily job is to learn relevant knowledge, and then slowly gain the same skills as others in my free time.
Appreciate the low-dimensional humanistic scenery."
After making up his mind, Zhang Zicheng looked again at the low-dimensional worlds he owned.
In the end, Zhang Zicheng decided not to forget his original intention and start from scratch.
He decided to choose the evil universe that Tilulu had rejected countless times.
"So, where can you go to experience the local culture if you want to reduce the dimensionality?"
Zhang Zicheng raised his VR glasses and looked at the evil universe condensed by the system on the computer screen next to him.
"In this world, the time should be from the 18th to the 19th century, right? China seems to be in the Qing Dynasty... Well, you can find people to rebel against the Qing Dynasty, but I'd better not go."
After all, the braids all over the street look really uncomfortable.
By then, I guess I will no longer have any thoughts about playing, and all my energy will be devoted to overthrowing the Manchu and Qing government while hiding myself.
It doesn't mean much if this kind of thing succeeds... Having already experienced the Huangtian system of the Three Kingdoms universe, Zhang Zicheng now doesn't have much passion for being worshiped by the people. He just considers the pain of the lower class Han people and feels that he should
Just do it.
Suddenly, Zhang Zicheng had an idea.
How about... borrowing a few time travelers from the urban universe invaded by spiritual demons?
In this way, you can leave the things you have to do within reason to them, and you can concentrate on having fun where you are interested.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zicheng began to rotate the earth on the screen, and finally stopped on the other side of the earth.
America.
Recalling the game "Red Dead Redemption" that he once played, Zhang Zicheng became very interested in the culture of the west at that time.
This interest does not mean to study the history of the West, there is nothing to study in that history. It means that I am very interested in the Western culture shaped by American and Italian Western movies...
Although the so-called Western culture is most likely fabricated by latecomers, and even contains a lot of Japanese ronin elements, it does not prevent this fictional culture from being portrayed as very attractive in film and television works. p>
What's more, there was an American TV series called "Westworld" some time ago. Although Zhang Zicheng didn't watch it, he was very moved by the concept of that American TV series.
In a world where NPCs have complete autonomy, they become a player who acts unscrupulously... Although the TV series is definitely criticizing this concept, it is precisely because this point can poke fun at the core of human nature that it is used as a story.
The core.
Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but wanted to imitate him.
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"Father God..."
Zhang Zicheng raised the brim of his hat, looked at Tilulu sitting next to him, raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you call me?"
Tilulu blinked and changed into a sweet tone: "Father, why do we come to such a desolate place?"
At this time, the two of them were sitting on a train heading west, and the scene outside the window slowly receded, giving it the feeling of an outing.
It is true that the trains in the 18th century were too slow and could not even keep up with better horses. No wonder they were often robbed.
Zhang Zicheng wore the face he had created, a cowboy hat, and regular clothes that fit the era.
But Tilulu... shrunk and turned into a little girl who only reached Zhang Zicheng's waist. She was wearing a gorgeous little skirt and a white gauze hat. She looked like a gorgeous porcelain doll.<
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Hearing Tilulu's voice, the guests around the carriage couldn't help but cast curious glances secretly.
In fact, Tilulu's appearance is too unique... Not to mention other things, her skin is completely flawless, which is something that women of any age and anywhere in this era can never achieve.
Even the theoretically most noble British royal family is still using cosmetic powder containing lead. It is impossible to keep the skin condition at a reasonable level anyway. It is basically finished.
However, Tilulu seems to have a beautiful face in reality, and has eye-catching pink hair. Such a girl, at the end of the 18th century when information was not developed, was enough to attract the attention of anyone, including the elderly and children.<
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But it is precisely because of this that Zhang Zicheng made Tilulu look like a child.
First of all, Tiluru is unwilling to change her name. From Father God to Father, this is her limit.
Secondly, Tiluru is unwilling to change her appearance. What she means is that although she knows that the appearance of the God of Love is based on Luna, she does not know other more beautiful human women, so she can only continue to maintain it.
Since the above two cannot be compromised, the only choice is age.
After all, it is not impossible for an underage girl with a face full of collagen to have such perfect skin as long as her living environment is better and she never does menial work. In terms of attracting attention, she is better than an adult girl.
Be good.
As for such a little girl, when she calls her father, Zhang Zicheng doesn’t have any psychological pressure.
If Tilulu looked normal and called her father every day, he would probably be the one who attracted the most attention.
The train slowly entered the platform, making Zhang Zicheng a little disappointed.
No robbers came to rob.
What about the promised free west?
With this in mind, Zhang Zicheng took Tilulu's little hand. Not long after he stepped off the platform, a black boy wearing a hat hurriedly passed him by and tried to bump into him on the wide road.<
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"Boom!"
"Ah!"
The black child felt as if he had hit a wall made of steel. He was knocked to pieces, dizzy, couldn't help but scream, and fell to the ground.
The people around him immediately turned their attention, and the black child lowered his head and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see you clearly..."
Zhang Zicheng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just be more careful next time."
Of course he felt that the other party wanted to steal his wallet.
Well, it tastes right.
Although we didn’t encounter any robbers, there were people stealing things as soon as we got off the train. It was like a western welcome ceremony.
The little black boy got up, thanked him repeatedly, then turned around and left in a hurry.
Zhang Zicheng followed the other person's back, raised his head, and looked at the city in front of him.
Thick black smoke billows from factories in the distance. Horse-drawn carriages and railcars are passing through the roads at the same time. The crowds are bustling. The swarthy workers and well-dressed gentlemen seem to be in different parallel worlds, clearly distinct from each other.
He pressed down the brim of his hat, held Tilulu's little hand, and walked towards the city.
At the same time, Zhang Zicheng felt a little excited in his heart.
First-person, VR mode, with body tactile feedback, all NPCs have their own lives, a "Red Dead" game that can be interacted with for a long time.
He tried his best to assume his identity and said to himself: "Well... I have to find a way to make a living first."
The so-called making a living is, of course, going to the police station to see if there are any wanted warrants.
Starting from becoming the bounty hunter he has longed for in literary and artistic works, and slowly getting in touch with people in this world, this is Zhang Zicheng's plan.