How Strong Is a Battery's Will to Survive?

The black particle mist gradually faded away.

Fang Mo opened his eyes to the familiar white world.

There was no sky, no ground, no day or night. In this world, so quiet it was almost deathly still, there seemed to be only the vast platform before him, endlessly expanding.

Fang Mo gazed at the scene before him.

Once upon a time, the white here had been so cold and cruel.

But now, when Fang Mo looked upon this clear, pure white world again, he felt a warmth in his heart. Like a traveler returning home, staring at these incomparably familiar things seemed to calm his entire heart.

"Whew, I'm home..."

Looking at the home he had built with his own hands, Fang Mo let out a long breath.

But just as he was sighing to himself, a little hand suddenly patted him. Then his little partner's voice rang out. "I'm going back to grinding the assembly line, then. Remember to send me back."

"Huh?"

Fang Mo froze when he heard that, then instinctively lowered his head to look at her. "Send you where?"

Yet under Fang Mo's gaze, the angular Alex suddenly floated out of Xiaoyao's body as though her soul had left her body. She then switched out the equipment on her, picked up a Crescent Hammer from the Thermal Expansion mod, and ran off.

At the same time.

The little thing's body slowly went limp and collapsed.

"Hey... hey?!"

Fang Mo hurriedly cried out. His hands did not stop moving either, and he quickly picked the little thing up one-handed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Too lazy to walk back."

This time, her voice directly sounded in his mind.

She had used the server chat ability. Fang Mo looked up at Alex, and it was obvious that