The return trip took only half an hour, and they ran into the caravan setting out again halfway through.
Feng Ling was too curious to hold back. She asked Meteor, "How did your system manage that?"
Meteor replied calmly, "It was easy. Like a theatrical performance—backup actors were always prepared to ensure the show went smoothly."
"I understand the principle, but they were living, breathing people," Feng Ling said, still finding it incredible. "Forty living people died one moment and came back to life the next~"
"They were directly retrieved from inventory. It didn't take much time," Meteor said.
"What if the inventory ran out?" Feng Ling asked again.
"Then they would be manufactured again. It was similar to 3D printing technology. Bones, flesh, hair—everything could be printed. Then a program would be implanted into the brain's neural network. Knowledge, memories, even individualized behavioral cognition could all be implemented. In the end, they would become the living people you spoke of," Meteor answered evenly.
Feng Ling was stunned by the technology. Then her thoughts wandered, and she asked Meteor, "Since your technology is so advanced, you could just print a bunch of people for Players to kill for fun. Why travel all the way to Earth to kill people?"
Meteor glanced at her. "Was there a difference?"
Feng Ling asked, "There wasn't?"
Meteor curled one corner of her lips and said blandly, "Not from our perspective."
Feng Ling froze for a moment, then felt a chill as she thought it over. "Hey! Don't tell me the humans on Earth were 3D-printed too?!"
"Who knew?" Meteor tossed out the words, then charged at a Scorpion in the distance, ending the conversation.
Perhaps because they had already killed most of the Scorpions along the route earlier, far fewer appeared during their second