"Looks like quite a few things had really happened in the wasteland lately... in places we didn't know about."
Inside the captain's quarters aboard the Heart of Steel.
After listening to the recording Fang Chang had sent over, Chu Guang wore a fatherly smile, though his handsome face did not look old in the slightest.
"Yes..."
Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiao Qi gently swung her legs, propped her cheeks in her hands, and leisurely continued.
"...It feels like Master will be able to retire soon and focus on keeping Xiao Qi company."
"Hahaha."
Chu Guang laughed happily, casually closed the holographic interface before him, and teased the little fellow sitting on his shoulder.
"Retirement is still a long way off for me... though living a retired life ahead of schedule probably won't take too long."
Honestly, when he had first recruited those guys, he had never imagined they would be so capable. Sometimes, they could even predict his predictions.
Though there was never any shortage of wild speculators on the forums claiming that only "chosen geniuses, reincarnated war gods, and dragon god sons-in-law" could get helmets, in reality, anyone who was not too far gone had a chance of drawing one.
Compared to big shots who had already achieved fame and success in the real world, he was more inclined to give ordinary people a chance to begin a second life.
After all, what favor could compare to the grace of being given a new life?
Even from the perspective of "brand loyalty," the players selected by this system were more inclined to become guardians of order in the Wasteland OL virtual community, rather than challengers of the existing order.
That was actually enough.
The wasteland did not lack geniuses. What it lacked were "normal people."
He had