Number of Survivors

"Of course, I was only talking about survivors. The rats hiding underground naturally didn't count."

Ryan's matter-of-fact answer greatly pleased Alice, and she found him much more agreeable to look at.

"What are you planning to do next?"

She drained the black tea in her cup in one gulp, her azure eyes fixed on him.

Although they had reached a verbal agreement, how they would proceed afterward was what truly mattered.

"Don't worry. I'll fulfill what I promised you first, then go claim my assets."

He stood up and took more than a dozen satellites, each the size of a small house, from his private space, handing them to Alva for control.

In order to deal with all sorts of different situations, Ryan carried countless items on him.

The magical satellites before them were merely one kind.

A fusion of technology and magic, they could be used in the vast majority of worlds across different universe types. The high-level intelligence-gathering and surveillance magic built into them made them perfectly suited for searching this apocalyptic world for survivors.

"What is your world like?"

Watching Ryan casually produce more than a dozen satellites with a wave of his hand, Alice finally believed his identity and asked with anticipation.

"Our world?" Ryan thought for a moment. "Overall, it's much stronger than this world, but there are plenty of crises too. All kinds of alien invasions, invasions from other dimensions, and even a powerful being who regards destroying half the life in the entire universe as his creed. So, does that sound terrifying?"

Ryan smiled and turned his head after saying that, while Alice gave a dry laugh.

Forgive her lack of imagination; she truly could not picture what kind of world that would be.

Still, judging from his description, it did not seem