Futurist

The medicine district naturally includes more than just six mechanical cities. [The chapters updated on. COM are the most complete and comprehensive, with the most timely error-free content fixes. Due to caching issues, it is recommended to visit the. COM official website using a browser.]

In fact, settlements outside the city, slums, settlements in the radiation zone, forest dwellers, and garbage dumps are also large population centers.

Throughout the history of corporate warfare, there have been quite a few companies that have won by using the strategy of encircling the cities from the countryside.

In fact, the first place the senior engineer visited after his journey back, the Iron Sand Desert, was a similar place.

These kinds of places are scattered all over the planet; they are technological alien lands, exiled worlds, savage kingdoms, rebellious grasslands, and radiation-infested homes.

In a forest

Some irradiated creatures are freely foraging for food.

The intensity of radiation determines the level of a radiation beast. In this forest, the radiation content is not high, because most radiation beasts are between levels F and E.

These types of irradiated beasts are also known as irradiated beasts or mutated beasts because they have many beast-like characteristics, and their meat is edible after initial processing.

Whoosh—

A sharp arrow pierced a sika deer, causing it to fall to the ground. Upon seeing this, the other deer screamed and scattered.

Soon, a figure emerged from the bushes, first pulling out the arrow, then skillfully bleeding and cutting the flesh.

Except for the irradiated blood, all other parts of the mutated blood deer are edible.

Soon, several more figures emerged from behind, looking around.

"Old Zhang, is it done yet?"

"Almost there, almost there. I'll show you all my skills in a bit. Two hundred and fifty years ago, I was the barbecue prince."

"Forget about being a prince, these days, without even cumin, what kind of barbecue are you going to do?!"

"What do you know? I've recently gotten a lot of low-level radioactive plants, dried them, ground them into powder, and then combined them together. The results are pretty good."

"Damn it, I should have known better than to freeze them. What a crappy era! When we were alive, it was illegal to have prosthetic bodies, but after we were resurrected, we found that everyone was modifying their bodies, even their penises. It's fucking insane."

"Stop complaining, just make do. At least your cancer is cured, isn't it?"

Old Zhang stood up, revealing a face in his thirties, wearing faded jeans that were worn out, and a leather jacket made of animal fur that was half torn. He also had a mechanical bow hanging on his back.

The others also gathered around, all dressed similarly.

This kind of attire was very common in the early days of civilization; it was just normal for urban youth. But now, it feels strongly out of place.

These people have many names: modern people, refrigerator people, time travelers, ancient patients, and they all share a common nickname—

Futurists.

So-called "futurists" are people who choose "hibernation" technology because of some incurable diseases, and hibernate for one or two hundred years.

When the time comes, they will awaken from their 'hibernation'.

These people are hoping that future technology will be able to heal them.

Then I woke up to a shocking discovery—

Holy crap, the country is gone!

Holy crap, humans are about to be replaced by androids!

Holy crap, these human modifications are so extreme they're almost inhuman!

Holy crap, city people are so weird!

Unable to adapt to life in the cyber age, these "ancient people" chose to exile themselves, relying on some "ancient" mechanical processing skills to live the life of country folk in this low-radiation zone.

The only positive outcome was that, after the global catastrophe, those who survived miraculously recovered from their incurable diseases.

"Old Xu, have you figured out how to make your homemade soap yet? My scalp has been really itchy lately."

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

"You said it would be soon last time."

"Nonsense! Do you think it's easy to find limestone without mutated limestone these days? Last time I was washing my wife's hair, I accidentally mixed some radioactive water in, and it washed all her hair off. She almost beat me to death."

"So your wife, the South Sea Goddess, wasn't ordained as a nun after all."

"Become a monk my ass!"

The group of people were completely unaware that a white-eyed crow was watching them from a treetop not far away. Its anthropomorphic eyes seemed thoughtful, and in its puddles, on the back of each of their heads, was a barely visible red mark.

Then, it flapped its wings, broke through the treetops, flew through the forest, and finally landed on a man's shoulder on a hilltop.

Then it shook its wings, stripping all its feathers bare. After transforming into a little chicken, its body went limp and collapsed into a pulp, burrowing into the engineer's shoulder.

Therefore, what happened before was as if the senior engineer had personally experienced it.

"As expected, according to the monitoring of the Super-Eyed Raven, the 'Bio-Brain-Computer Virus' has spread from the city to various settlements."

"The problem now is that we haven't figured out exactly how this thing spreads."

The senior engineer muttered to himself.

"The fact that it could be transmitted even to ancient people at least shows that it is not limited to certain genes."

He thought to himself:

"If this continues, it'll probably be long before these people rebel."

The Futurists were a significant force among the rebels.

Don't underestimate these "ancient people"; they have a special ability: +200% chance of excavating ancient heritage.

Then supplement it with their past memories.

It's an amazing tool for digging up graves!

For example, they know where some ancient nuclear weapons arsenals are located.

Furthermore, there are some ancient forbidden modification labs whose genetic codes can only be deciphered.

What's stored inside are modification experiments that would have been extremely dangerous and terrifying in ancient times, and still hold up well today.

When these people reach their breaking point, a prairie fire will ignite.

"Kindness?"

Suddenly, the senior engineer's expression changed, and his shoulder swayed. The C-level radiation beast, the Super-Eyed Raven, reappeared, its body trembling and a ring of fledgling feathers emerging.

Before it could grow up properly, the senior engineer grabbed a handful of birds and turned their heads over.

A faint 'bloodstain' appeared on the back of the bird's head.

"B-Boss," the mainframe stared at it in disbelief, then exclaimed in alarm, "This thing can even infect radioactive beasts?"

"Kindness."

With a gentle squeeze, the crow was crushed into a pulp and returned to his palm, leaving only a slender, metal-like socket.

"At least we now know that part of the other party's bio-computer interface is made of metallic materials. It absorbs 'micro-metals' from the body and is a type of biomechanical device."

Biomechanics falls under the professional knowledge chain of "biotechnology".

"Boss, if even the radioactive beasts have been 'brain-computer interface modified' by them, then who can stop them?"

"Theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be many people," the senior engineer said softly.

However, in reality, there is a freak called "Dark Girl". No matter what type of brain-computer interface it is, the higher its prevalence, the easier it is for her to invade it.

"Let's go back and make preparations."

"What preparations should we make?" The mainframe brain perked up.

"Prepare to dry them up."