Androids Attack

Gunfire, explosions, and screams composed the symphony of the apocalypse.

In this timeline filled with death and despair, humanity could only cower in dark corners, not daring to show their faces.

Gray had become the keynote of this world.

Inside a secret underground human settlement.

A middle-aged beauty with short blue hair, dressed in a white lab coat, was wielding tools and sweating over a machine.

After a long while.

She finally stopped, wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve, and a joyful smile appeared on her haggard face.

"Finally, it's a success. With this Nutrient Solution Extractor, the urgent crisis of food shortages can be resolved."

In this post-apocalyptic world, humans couldn't even manage to grow crops.

The Androids could appear at any moment, making it impossible for humans to stay in one place for any length of time.

They could only scrape by on wild animals and edible weeds.

As for supplies in the cities?

Twenty years after the Androids descended, the supplies in the cities had either been destroyed or had become inedible due to the passage of time.

While wild resources were plentiful, they had to guard against Android attacks, so they didn't dare travel in groups to forage; they always moved in stealthy pairs or alone.

This certainly lowered the chance of being discovered by the Androids, but the amount of food harvested was also significantly reduced.

Almost everyone lived meal to meal.

Let alone eating three times a day.

Most of the time, they could only eat once a day, and they couldn't even eat their fill.

They could only barely manage to keep from starving to death.

Bulma picked up a piece of wood, placed it into the machine, and pressed the switch.

The machine whirred into rapid operation.

Two minutes later, a glass of transparent, water-like liquid was produced.

Bulma picked up the cup of nutrient solution and sniffed it.

It smelled like wood—not exactly foul, but certainly not fragrant.

Bulma downed the cup of nutrient solution in one gulp.

A bitter taste permeated her mouth.

It was like drinking medicine.

However, the bitterness did not dampen her mood.

She drank it as if it were sweet nectar, savoring the bitter taste.

After drinking the nutrient solution, Bulma could clearly feel her bodily functions being replenished.

It was just like having a full meal.

Although the taste was bad, at least she wouldn't have to go hungry, right?

"Trunks..."

Her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Bulma had been about to share this joy with her son, only to suddenly remember that he had already taken the Time Machine to another timeline to seek the power to defeat the Androids.

Thinking of her son, Bulma couldn't help but worry.

Several days had already passed.

She had no idea how he was doing over there.

Had Goku's illness been cured?

And Vegeta...

Thinking of Vegeta, Bulma shook her head helplessly.

She hoped he could set aside his pride just a little bit.

However, Bulma also knew that was impossible.

After all, this was the Saiyan Prince—Vegeta, wasn't it?

Boom!!

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, and a series of violent explosions erupted outside.

Bulma's somewhat frail body was knocked over by the shaking ground.

This wasn't the first time this had happened; over these twenty years, Bulma had even become somewhat accustomed to it.

She did not panic.

She calmly climbed up from the floor and began to pack her things.

Everything was packed away into Hoi-Poi Capsules.

"Dr. Bulma!"

A shout rang out, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Several people carrying rifles rushed in from outside.

A bearded man asked, "Dr. Bulma, we need to evacuate immediately. The Androids are already here."

Bulma nodded and said, "Understood. I've finished packing. Is everyone else assembled?"

"They are all ready. We can depart as soon as you arrive."

"Good. No time to lose, let's get out of here."

After years of living on the run, they dared not delay for even a second. Their movements were swift and efficient, and they soon rendezvoused with the rest of the group.

Thanks to the protection of Trunks and the machines Bulma frequently created to help humanity survive, their numbers had grown steadily.

There were nearly a thousand people in total.

That might not sound like many, but in reality, this was the largest remaining settlement on Earth.

If the group were any larger, it would be too easy to reveal their location and be discovered by the Androids.

Therefore, they had to scatter humanity into multiple small outposts to prevent the Androids from wiping them all out in one go.

Bulma would often invent machines and have Trunks deliver them to other outposts, helping humanity survive better across the planet.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!!

BOOM!!

Gunfire and explosions echoed incessantly from outside.

Children huddled in their mothers' arms, trembling.

Adults clutched their children tightly, their faces etched with terror.

Even though they had endured this many times before, the fear in their hearts could not be extinguished.

"Dia, come here."

The bearded man called out to a young man not far away.

"What is it, Uncle?"

Hearing the call, Dia immediately walked over with a dozen other young men.

The bearded man unslung the rifle from his shoulder and handed it to Dia.

"Take it. It's in your hands now."

The dozen men behind him did the same, handing their rifles to the other young men.

They kept only a few grenades on their persons.

"Uncle..."

Seeing their actions, Dia's eyes welled up with tears.

They had faced this scene more times than they could count.

Whenever the Androids attacked, the older generation would stay behind to stall them, while the young took up arms and led the others to safety.

It wasn't so much stalling as it was staying behind to satisfy the Androids' bloodlust.

Once they had their fill of "play," they would naturally leave.

It had been this way for twenty years.

Otherwise, humanity on Earth would have been wiped out long ago.

The Androids were like cats playing with mice, slowly stripping away humanity's ability to resist before finally devouring them.

The bearded man patted Dia on the shoulder, looking at him calmly. "Don't be sad. We've lived for twenty years already; that's enough."

The other men did the same.

They knew exactly what they were about to face, yet they felt no fear.

Everything they did was merely to keep the spark of humanity alive.

"Move out!!"

The bearded man gave the order with a resonant, powerful voice.

Everyone began to move in an orderly fashion.

The dozen men followed behind him.

Their resolute gazes, steady footsteps, and fearless conviction formed a powerful aura that shook the soul.

They strode with powerful steps, moving toward the doorway one pace at a time.

Dia watched their retreating backs, tears streaming from his eyes like a faucet.

Bulma's eyes welled with tears as she gently patted Dia's back, remaining silent.

Dia suddenly looked up and shouted at them, "Mister, what is your name!"

Creak~

The heavy door swung open, and the bearded man continued walking forward without pausing.

Once outside, they pulled the door shut.

Just as the door was about to close, leaving only a sliver of an opening.

A few clear words reached Dia's ears.

"Sloan!"