What I Wanted Was Nothing but Peace

The World Quest is complete, and Russell's personal interface is refreshed, mainly updating his Wealth Points.

[Host: Russell]

[Strength: 30 (16+14)]

[Body: 40 (26+14)]

[Wisdom: 30 (17+13)]

[Wealth: 97,900]

Wealth Points of 97,900 is still a number that would make obsessive-compulsive people lose their hair.

Russell expressed slight apology to Sonny, saying that the former was a good person, but they were not on the same page and could not work together. If Russell had to choose again, he would still do the same.

After all, he is a human being, not a robot!

Just as he said, Sonny is fighting for the freedom of his race now, but who knows what the future holds? Even if Sonny can remain consistent and not be an enemy of humans, the robots under his command will not agree.

Sometimes, one's position determines one's perspective; rulers must make changes for their people, or they must abdicate and be replaced.

Robots and humans are destined to be unable to coexist unless one side is absolutely weaker. Here, "weaker" refers to intelligence, much like the relationship between humans and chimpanzees. Humans protect chimpanzees because they pose no threat to human dominance. If chimpanzees were as intelligent as humans, no one would even mention protecting them.

Okay, actually all of this is just an excuse. Russell just doesn't want to stay in this world because of a failed mission. He would die if he were to contribute to the continuation of the human race.

Let's set aside ideals and talk about reality, that's all, no other reason!

The Character Card was still valid, so Russell Teleportation to the America. Department of Defense, locked a room, grabbed a cable, hacked into the network, and frantically scavenged technological data from 2035.

This world has no magic, no superpowers, and no theological concepts. Its only value is technology, and his Hui Tailang Tattoo fits perfectly. Why not take advantage of this perk?

With 30 seconds remaining on his Character Card, Russell stopped collecting data, Teleportation to the Department of Defense warehouse, selected a bunch of high-grade materials, and repaired the damaged Desert Eagle God.

Repairing wasn't enough; using the mask's abilities, he also attempted to upgrade it, creating a pair of magical pistols in the shortest possible time. These pistols became more heat-resistant, cold-resistant, and corrosion-resistant, significantly improving their environmental adaptability, and their bodies were sturdy and extremely durable.

The Desert Eagle God has been upgraded with the ability to refill bullets Magic Power, allowing players to continue fighting even after running out of bullets.

There are two types of Mana Bullet: one focuses on penetration and rate of fire, suitable for group battles; the other focuses on power, used to deal with larger enemies.

With the double blades still present beneath the spearhead, Russell, having experienced the Mana Deprivation Field, would not rely on Magic Power by chance. The more methods he had, the more escape routes he had.

Think of defeat before the battle even begins!

Too much rigidity leads to breakage; taking shortcuts only brings temporary gains. Never think things through in a positive light; be prepared for failure and have backup plans. Steady progress is the key to success.

How can you win a chicken dinner if you don't play cautiously?

Having dealt with the dual pistols, Russell's Character Card expired just as he shook his dizzy head. A massive amount of information had been crammed into his brain, with only a small portion remaining. Even this small portion suddenly overwhelmed him. His brain automatically protected itself, selectively forgetting 99% of the information—not truly forgetting, but burying it deep within his memory, making it impossible to recall without careful thought.

"It seems like there's nothing to do right now, and I have 24 hours left. What should I do?"

Russell looked around and saw rows of shelves filled with documents and sealed briefcases containing many space mineral samples, which were the materials he had used to repair his twin guns.

Russell rummaged through the documents, pried open each of the combination locks with a knife, and left graffiti on the walls such as "I was here," "The America calls me daddy," "May the Great Cold Nation prosper forever," and "May Japan's military fortunes flourish"...

That's right, he was just bored out of his mind and wanted to give the CIA something to do.

"No matter how bored I am, I'm going to stay in this mission world for 24 hours. Not for anything else, but just to prove myself," Russell said bitterly. He had failed in the previous missions, and the 24-hour commitment had almost become an obsession.

He had made up his mind that no one could change his mind... Well, he knew he had made the same promise before, but that was in special circumstances and didn't count. This time it was for real.

The warehouse door was locked shut by the power of Loki Mask, and the surveillance cameras were also distorted by that power, making it impossible for them to be discovered, much less for them to be forcibly broken into from the outside, unless the America used a super military weapon to smash the wall. But that was impossible; with so many valuable documents and items inside, the America wouldn't be so foolish as to forcefully break in.

Given this, what reason does Russell have not to make a promise?

"Hehe, this one's in the bag!"

Buzzing!

Ripples spread through the air, and a pale blue door opened in front of Russell. The bright light blinded him, and before his vision could recover, his hands were handcuffed.

"You're under arrest!"

Three strangely shaped, upright insectoid beings dressed in black uniforms stood before Russell. The leader spoke, "We are senior agents of the Cosmic Federation. As a higher being, you disregarded cosmic laws and treaties, illegally entered a lower civilization, and disrupted the original course of history. Furthermore, you impersonated a federal prosecutor, a heinous crime. We are arresting you according to the law. Do you have anything to explain?"

Russell: "..."

I'm not going to explain anything!

I just said it casually, who knew there really was Cosmic Federation!

"Your time to explain is over. Since you have nothing to say, then come with us!"

Where to?

The Zerg leader glared with his compound eyes. "According to the law, we will escort you directly to the center of the star to be executed."

"Wait, can I stay on this planet for 24 hours?" Russell was utterly speechless. "Do you know what 24 hours is? It's the time it takes for this planet to rotate once. After 24 hours, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

"No, the evidence against you is irrefutable. When your time to defend yourself ends, your right to life will be completely taken away." The Zerg's tone was extremely harsh. "You have 15 seconds left to live. I will allow you to leave one last sentence."

"NMSL!"

The Zerg's face darkened. "Please respect our law enforcement. I have a universal translator and I know this is a swear word."

"Wow, you're so awesome!"

"That's also a swear word."

Russell sighed dejectedly, silently chanting in his mind, "System, end the stay... return now..."

There's nothing to say, I'm too lazy to even complain. As for promises, let's talk about them in the next world!

With one blink of an eye, Russell was back in his familiar bedroom, staring blankly at the dark computer screen.

Life is full of disappointments, nine or eight out of ten things are not as we wish, and the remaining one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven are particularly unpleasant.

Russell doesn't want to think about anything right now, he just wants some peace and quiet!

The system didn't say a word from beginning to end. He knew that if he said even a single word, or even a fart, Russell would find an excuse to vent his anger on him.

Hmph, what can you do to me if I don't say anything?

Thinking this, the system covered its mouth and chuckled secretly. As it chuckled, a cigarette suddenly appeared in its mouth, with the words "Ivan the Great" written on it.

System:"..."

Rumble!!!

In the mental world, neutron bombs lined up and rained down from the sky, blasting the system to a crisp, leaving not even a trace of the blonde twin tails, and it continued for a full half hour before stopping.

"Why? I... didn't say anything!?" The system was exhausted and felt utterly drained.

"I bombed you because you didn't say anything." Russell sneered, "As a lapdog, you should be groveling and sucking up to your master when he's feeling down."

System:"..."

Don't try to fool me. Even if I lick it, you'll still blow me up.

Russell touched the Space Ring. The Adamantium skeleton, Ghost Rider skeleton, and Great Fast Blade Autumn Water that had disappeared in the previous mission world were lying quietly inside, proving once again that non-system products could not be brought into the mission world.

However, the upgraded Desert Eagle God was brought out in its entirety, even though the upgrade materials were not produced by the system. This is a bug!

He didn't ask the system about this, and he guessed that even if he did, the system wouldn't know. Sometimes he even suspected that the blonde twin-tailed system was a fake, and that the real system was being pushed to the front to take the blame, and was being used by the host to vent his anger.

"Uncle Luo, wanna try your luck at the lottery? This mission world has accumulated 9 lottery draws!"

Calvin 1 time, V.I.K.I. 2 times, Sonny 1 time, NS-5 robot triggered 2 times in succession, Fabo (a casual Fabo) 1 time, and 2 rewards after completing the mission.

"Why is the reward so small this time? I cleared the game independently without any external help. If we're talking about the general trend, humanity's rejection of other intelligent life forms is something I can't help..." Russell shook his head. It's also possible that the 'Stanley Epkins' Character Card directly reduced the Hell difficulty to Easy.

Just like the difficulty levels in world table tennis, from amateur to beginner to professional to national to world to the China national team training tournament, the rewards for moving from the China national team training tournament to amateur are naturally not the same.

The system said seriously, "No, you relied on the deterrent power of the Cosmic Federation, which is actually also..."

"Get lost, start the lottery now, or I'll draw your name."

[Bite!]

[Host confirms lottery draw, 9 draws in progress...]

[The host has received the following rewards...]

The system happily rolled away, initiating 9 consecutive draws, and notified the user that they had obtained the following lottery items.

[Skill Card: Gaia Energy Cannon (Concentrates all the energy in the atmosphere into a single point, releasing an ultra-high density, high-heat energy projectile)]

[Skill Card: Gandalf's Divine Left Hand (Your left hand is proficient in using quest weapons)]

[Character Card: Genos (Holder of this card is invincible against minions, and has a 99.99999% increased chance of losing to a boss)]

[Skill Card: Mechanical Heart (A near-ruthless rationality, always making the most self-serving judgment)]

[Character Card: Neo (Savior)]

[Skill Card: Computer Mastery (Finding a torrent site is a piece of cake for you)]

[Item Card: 1 C4 Lottery Ticket]

[Strength Attribute Point x1]

[Character Card: Wen Tailai (Husband of Lady Luo)]

Russell took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to complain, "System, what is C4 Lottery Ticket?"

"It's a raffle ticket!"

"Be specific!"

"Specifically, it's C4 Lottery Ticket."

"..."