225 Machine World Charter

Coulomb Torque sinks down the shoulder.

Lioz was by no means a tactician or strategist; he simply maximized the advantages he had.

On the one hand, his charisma was so powerful that the entire planet was willing to protect him.

On the other hand, his subordinates were incredibly efficient, perfectly matching Lioz's mission requirements.

These two points are not something everyone can obtain, and even those who do obtain them may not be able to replicate Lioz's actions.

but.

"Turing, Watt."

Upon hearing his call, the two councilors immediately turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Coulomb Torque raised his head, a human-like resolve flashing in his electronic eyes. "Gather the legion together, and turn the power of the Saint Core to maximum."

"What does this mean?" Watt Rivet Steel said in a deep voice, "Are you out of your mind?!"

Turing Hexadecimal was taken aback and quickly said, "Hey, Coulomb, are you crazy? Maxing out the Saint Core power will damage his consciousness—"

"Now that things have come to this, do you still think about being captured and surrendering to the Crystal Tower? Do you think those mages and officials will let us traitors go?"

Coulomb Torque looked at Sophia Marlene, who was standing in the distance, constantly drawing spiritual energy from the spirit world to repair herself and the Heroic Soul Legion, and said in a deep voice, "Give up your illusions."

"We were all driven to desperation by the oppression of the mages who rule this civilization because of our unsatisfactory real lives. That's why we chose to be recruited by the [Machine World Society]. Even without the guidance and cultivation of the Holy Mother, we are still marginal people who are not tolerated or understood by civilization."

"They took everything from us. All we can do is change or die."

"Mash Gergang has given us a third way—to become members of the [Machine World Society] and wield the sword against the reality that oppresses us!"

Kulen Torque's gaze grew increasingly fervent, and through Self-Hypnosis via his speeches, he gradually regained his unwavering faith in Mash Gergang.

"We have no choice—the ceremony must go on. Turing, give me the 'institution'."

Turing Hexadecimal Silent opened the armor on his chest and took out an old parchment scroll.

Such a creation is out of step with the style of the machine world, but the councilors present all knew how ancient this item was.

"Every ' Social Institution ' is a precious treasure left behind by our 'society' during its civilized period. When it evolved into a 'society,' those precious treasures were also socialized, becoming an existence even more powerful than the Star Abyss Artifacts."

Coulomb Torque murmured as he unfurled the parchment scroll.

"[Mechanical Civilization Community Charter]".

The moment the parchment was opened, the entire White Candle Star began to tremble violently.

"I hereby declare to all citizens that no matter where you are on the planet, no matter what period of history you are in, no matter whether you are alive or dead, you shall remember: our wave of mechanizing the entire universe is the general trend of the universe, and no one can stop it."

The earth cracked, the ocean roared, all kinds of beasts and monsters ran rampant, and lava spread across the land like a tsunami.

Trustworthy Village.

Many villagers collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing and wailing incessantly.

"What happened?"

Nikita jumped to his feet, glanced around, and realized he was the only one unharmed. He looked at his son-in-law Julian, who looked troubled, and asked, "Son, what's wrong?"

"Dad... my bones..."

Julian rolled on the ground in agony, and Nikita's gaze fell on his arm, his pupils contracting.

Julian's skin was torn open, and black metallic bone spurs grew from it. Cold circuit boards spread and grew like mycelium, replacing his blood vessels and nerves.

"Is this... the erosion of society?"

Nikita recalled his early military experiences, and his mind went blank. "Mr. Lioz —are you fighting against [society]?"

Blue Chrysanthemum Village.

The once bustling tavern is now filled with wailing and lamentation. Everyone is acting like madmen, trying to tear and peel off their skin. Some people's eyeballs have been melted by electrical circuits, and they can only watch helplessly as circuits and optical fibers grow from their optic nerves in the mirror.

Wild beasts crawled into the village streets, and even the weak goblins grew Plasma Cannon in their hands. Driven by their tracks, they fired indiscriminately, plunging the entire village into collapse and chaos.

Young Jenny hid in the water tank, peering in terror through the cracks at the madness outside.

Humans are turned into machines, running rampant like infected zombies. A couple who were respectful to each other just a moment ago are now stabbing chainsaws and drills into each other's skulls, violently tearing out components and brain matter.

The once carefree and adorable little dog begging for food by the roadside has now transformed into a ferocious armored monster. It has devoured several people alive, and after merging with their electronic components, it has become even stronger and larger, with turrets and missile launchers growing all over its back. From a distance, it looks like a mobile arsenal.

Why is this happening? Everything was fine just a moment ago. Why are these Night Butterfly People Tech gadgets, which we only see in the news, here? Didn't the politicians say that war wouldn't affect life, that the future was bright, and that life would get sweeter and sweeter?

Why have people been turned into weapons, killing each other? "Luther, where are you... save me, Luther..."

Just as Jenny was filled with fear and despair, a voice suddenly rang in her ears. "Did you hear that voice?"

She turned her head and saw a boy of about four or five years old in the water tank. He innocently looked up and asked in confusion, "Andel heard that voice—big sister, did you hear it too?"

"What did you hear?" Jenny asked hesitantly.

"My mother's voice."

Andel said softly:

"A mother, a very gentle yet strict mother, is speaking in my heart."

A pungent, burnt smell filled the water tank. Jenny shuddered and froze on the spot.

"She said..."

The flesh and blood on Andel's body gradually melted, peeled off, and fell away, revealing an alloy skeleton and hollowed-out electronic eyes. His vibrant heart was gradually devoured by the metal, turning into a shining engine that emitted dizzying radiation.

"Executor Mash Gergang needs me... I don't need to think about anything..."

Andel opened his mouth, his tongue transforming into a cable, and lunged at Jenny! "Sister, Mom said, glug... sizzle... ooh—hiccup!"

"Sister, it's delicious."

Whoosh! Nastisha retracted her Magic Energy Gunblade, cleaving a mutated survivor in two. She unleashed a bolt of lightning, clearing an entire street, her face grim. "These are quasi-citizens contaminated by [Society]—what on earth happened? The [Hidden Society] should have been driven out long ago; White Candle Star's antibodies should last at least another five hundred years..."

"Perhaps other societies are targeting us!"

Her colleague Ye Wangnan, unleashed a wildly growing patch of demonic plants that tore a group of mutated prospective citizens to pieces, leaving her newly changed dress stained with blood.

Nastisha frowned:

"How could that be? We defeated the Hidden Society before. Wasn't it said that other societies didn't dare to approach when they sensed the Hidden Society's presence?"

"Who knows!"

This mage, known for his love of beauty, completely disregarded his image at this moment. He raised his rifle and blasted a mountain-like prospective citizen in the distance to smithereens, saying in a deep voice:

"Only Narrative-level Civilization can predict the approach of a [society]. As a peripheral star system like ours, which hasn't even joined the Interstellar Alliance of the Abyss, who would even look at us!"

Although the words were hurtful, the content itself was not the problem.

"This is never going to end—there are just too many of these prospective citizens. Our strongmen were already struggling to handle Trivella, and now crises are erupting all over the planet. We simply don't have enough manpower!"

Karl Rufus's voice came through the communication magic. It seemed that the fact that [Society] had invaded him was a slap in the face, and now he was dealing with these crises with extra seriousness and effort.

"Damn it, Minister Barkomon is entangled again. Did Night Butterfly People plan this all along? Colluding with Crescent Moon and with [Society]—how despicable!"

"If you're not satisfied, go ahead and take it to the Interstellar Alliance. Let's see who they punish then."

Principal Durgen said irritably, "That's how war is. We've committed quite a few crimes too—compared to those, less talk and more action. The whole planet is in dire straits. Don't cause trouble for your superiors and influence their judgment."

"Yes..." Karl quickly muted his microphone and focused on the battle.

Nastisha sighed. After clearing out the monsters here and checking to make sure nothing was missed, she quickly flew to the next area.

'I just left the school, I wonder how the students are doing...'

And then there's Lioz. Although he's Deified Person from the [Dominator] class, his actions of saving the school and defeating the Crescent Moon thugs are undeniable, and his love for school life is genuine.

A person who is loyal to friends, dedicated to their studies, caring for those around them, and willing to stand up for others—this is the kind of person who deserves to be called my student.

'Whoever it is, children, please don't let anything happen to you.'

Society has taken too much from her, even her vow never to step onto the battlefield again has been broken.

Nastisha was helpless. If she could, she wouldn't want to be a reserve commander, wouldn't want to send her children to the battlefield, and wouldn't want to wield her staff to kill.

She only wanted to be a tenured teacher who educates and nurtures students.

But at this moment, she has much more to do and many more people to save.

'To save more lives, it often means taking others.'

Nastisha comforted herself, gradually strengthening her resolve as she stepped onto the new battlefield.

The world is in fear.

"This is our only way out. In the vast universe, only such a cause is sacred! Only we are the only righteous ones! Only the citizens of the Machine World are supreme!"

He raised his head and shouted.

"Come on! Fellow mechanical beings, the days when you were cheated, plundered, and had your hard-earned achievements stolen by the academic cliques of the Crystal Tower are gone forever! Let those mages and Intellectuals tremble under our steel and gunpowder! Let them die a bloody death, filling their papers with their blood! Let their children, the snow-capped mountains, become slaves, to be devoured and consumed by us!"

From the mountain peaks to the ocean depths, from forests and countryside to metropolitan cities, from fallen nobles to trendy immigrants.

In the hearts of every citizen of the Crystal Tower, the voice of Coulomb Torque proclaiming the charter echoed:

"This is your last chance."

"Join our cause, or become a victim of the mechanization wave!"

"This civilization once oppressed us; now, it's our turn to oppress the entire world!"

"Citizens of the machine world, unite as one and devour the civilized world clean!"