The simulation of the ship's voyage on the computer screen was highly realistic. Although it was still in an animated style, the rolling of the sea and the sound of waves hitting the hull felt incredibly lifelike, as if one were truly at sea, navigating a lonely, vast ocean toward uncharted waters.
Ke Su, who had become somewhat restless due to the Manor’s Old Tales, let out a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.
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[Mechanical Era: Endless Ferry]
This was a ferry carrying passengers, drifting endlessly on the vast ocean.
Merk stood in the corner of the ship's dining room, quietly taking some food to his room to eat. Around him, the robots, driven mad by hunger, were frantically hunting their kind, draining the motor oil from their fellow robots to quench their thirst.
As a biotic human, Merk didn't need to drink motor oil; he could eat the regularly refreshed food in the dining room to restore his energy. Aside from avoiding his master, Asas, everything was quite calm.
After obtaining the food, Merk quietly left the dining room, leaving behind the sounds of screams and the tearing open of mechanical chests.
Walking through the empty corridor, Merk saw several biotic humans lying in the corner, clearly having starved to death. Although there was food everywhere in the dining room, these loyal biotic humans would not take it without their master's orders.
Merk observed this scene with an emotionless face, identical to the expressions of the lifeless biotic humans on the ground.
The corridor's lighting cast a shadow on his dense golden hair, highlighting his stern features.
As a biotic human, he was made entirely of carbon-based flesh and did not conform to the mechanical appearance of most robots around him, which made him stand out and appear quite strange.
Of course, his intelligence was even more extraordinary.
In this society dominated by robots, artificially created biotic humans were very fragile. Compared to the strength of robots, they were as delicate as snowflakes. Merk was a defective model, even more fragile than the average biotic human, and his fully carbon-based structure made him weak but also endowed him with a brain different from other less intelligent biotic humans.
But he knew he couldn't reveal this, so he took great care even in retrieving food. Biotic humans with lower intelligence would not engage in such tasks without their master's commands, especially after several robots had starved to death on the ship, with no one caring about the biotic humans' survival.
The ship had been trapping them for half a month. For fifteen days, no crew had appeared, only a strange voice reminding them not to go out at night, to eat in the dining room during the day, and other notices.
However, the food in the dining room, made of meat, was the most hated by robots, causing many robots to search in vain for something else to eat, but to no avail.
It was as if some mysterious force trapped them, making them struggle to survive here. Not only could they not contact the outside world, but they also couldn't even reach the upper levels of the ship, confined to the lower three decks.
This led to the current situation of mutual slaughter. Many robots, who once prided themselves on their civilization, began to hunt each other for motor oil and electricity to fill their hungry stomachs.
Merk walked past the dried black motor oil and severed limbs scattered throughout the ship, his face expressionless. He only wanted to survive here and no longer be a slave to the robots' arbitrary insults; everything else was beyond his concern.
Merk's thoughts were simple. No matter how terrifying this strange ferry was, as long as he could survive, that was enough. For that, he was willing to go to any lengths.
Recalling his time serving the bloodthirsty master Asas, where many biotic human corpses piled up in his master’s courtyard, Merk was bought to bury and destroy the bodies.
Merk lowered his eyelids, unwilling to recall further.
He did not understand why being a biotic human was a sin, why robots were destined to be masters. If possible, he truly wanted to change this miserable situation.
Even if, among his pitiful kind, he might be the only one with such a seemingly laughable idea.
Accidents always happen when least expected. As Merk was about to return to his cabin, he bumped into his master, Asas.
The once neatly dressed master was missing an arm, and the light in his electronic eye had dimmed. Upon seeing Merk, his eyes flared with fury, reminiscent of the countless times he had killed biotic humans.
Asas, already irritable from the ship's desperate atmosphere, saw this long-lost biotic human servant and wished to tear him apart, venting the accumulated fear and hunger.
“Merk! You damn pig! Where have you been hiding all these days? Damn it! You dared to escape! You brainless pig!”
Merk’s breath hitched, his blue pupils reflecting the arm swung by his master. Knowing he could not resist, he quickly dodged.
After Asas's slap missed, his expression turned even more furious. He couldn't understand how this stupid biotic human had malfunctioned and managed to escape his control, now daring to evade his slap.
This was unbelievable and would cause a stir in society because when biotic humans were created, they were programmed to fully obey robot commands. Merk's behavior now was shocking, resembling an awakening of self-awareness.
In a mix of anger and shock, Asas, with his weakened, hungry body, threw a heavy punch. This time, Merk couldn't dodge. His arm was broken and twisted grotesquely in front of him, and the pain made him frown tightly.
Asas, panting heavily, approached the fallen biotic human, vowing to crush the head of this offending servant. However, in the next moment, he found himself suddenly transported to the central dining room of the ship.
Merk, having narrowly escaped, quickly hid among the crowd while Asas looked around in confusion.
A distorted, crazy voice echoed through the ship's cabin.
“Congratulations, everyone! The great journey has finally begun~ Lucky you, you've caught this magnificent trip. Ah~ I'm really jealous of you~”
“Praise the great descent of the crown!!!”
This was a ferry carrying passengers, drifting endlessly on the vast ocean.
Merk stood in the corner of the ship's dining room, quietly taking some food to his room to eat. Around him, the robots, driven mad by hunger, were frantically hunting their kind, draining the motor oil from their fellow robots to quench their thirst.
As a biotic human, Merk didn't need to drink motor oil; he could eat the regularly refreshed food in the dining room to restore his energy. Aside from avoiding his master, Asas, everything was quite calm.
After obtaining the food, Merk quietly left the dining room, leaving behind the sounds of screams and the tearing open of mechanical chests.
Walking through the empty corridor, Merk saw several biotic humans lying in the corner, clearly having starved to death. Although there was food everywhere in the dining room, these loyal biotic humans would not take it without their master's orders.
Merk observed this scene with an emotionless face, identical to the expressions of the lifeless biotic humans on the ground.
The corridor's lighting cast a shadow on his dense golden hair, highlighting his stern features.
As a biotic human, he was made entirely of carbon-based flesh and did not conform to the mechanical appearance of most robots around him, which made him stand out and appear quite strange.
Of course, his intelligence was even more extraordinary.
In this society dominated by robots, artificially created biotic humans were very fragile. Compared to the strength of robots, they were as delicate as snowflakes. Merk was a defective model, even more fragile than the average biotic human, and his fully carbon-based structure made him weak but also endowed him with a brain different from other less intelligent biotic humans.
But he knew he couldn't reveal this, so he took great care even in retrieving food. Biotic humans with lower intelligence would not engage in such tasks without their master's commands, especially after several robots had starved to death on the ship, with no one caring about the biotic humans' survival.
The ship had been trapping them for half a month. For fifteen days, no crew had appeared, only a strange voice reminding them not to go out at night, to eat in the dining room during the day, and other notices.
However, the food in the dining room, made of meat, was the most hated by robots, causing many robots to search in vain for something else to eat, but to no avail.
It was as if some mysterious force trapped them, making them struggle to survive here. Not only could they not contact the outside world, but they also couldn't even reach the upper levels of the ship, confined to the lower three decks.
This led to the current situation of mutual slaughter. Many robots, who once prided themselves on their civilization, began to hunt each other for motor oil and electricity to fill their hungry stomachs.
Merk walked past the dried black motor oil and severed limbs scattered throughout the ship, his face expressionless. He only wanted to survive here and no longer be a slave to the robots' arbitrary insults; everything else was beyond his concern.
Merk's thoughts were simple. No matter how terrifying this strange ferry was, as long as he could survive, that was enough. For that, he was willing to go to any lengths.
Recalling his time serving the bloodthirsty master Asas, where many biotic human corpses piled up in his master’s courtyard, Merk was bought to bury and destroy the bodies.
Merk lowered his eyelids, unwilling to recall further.
He did not understand why being a biotic human was a sin, why robots were destined to be masters. If possible, he truly wanted to change this miserable situation.
Even if, among his pitiful kind, he might be the only one with such a seemingly laughable idea.
Accidents always happen when least expected. As Merk was about to return to his cabin, he bumped into his master, Asas.
The once neatly dressed master was missing an arm, and the light in his electronic eye had dimmed. Upon seeing Merk, his eyes flared with fury, reminiscent of the countless times he had killed biotic humans.
Asas, already irritable from the ship's desperate atmosphere, saw this long-lost biotic human servant and wished to tear him apart, venting the accumulated fear and hunger.
“Merk! You damn pig! Where have you been hiding all these days? Damn it! You dared to escape! You brainless pig!”
Merk’s breath hitched, his blue pupils reflecting the arm swung by his master. Knowing he could not resist, he quickly dodged.
After Asas's slap missed, his expression turned even more furious. He couldn't understand how this stupid biotic human had malfunctioned and managed to escape his control, now daring to evade his slap.
This was unbelievable and would cause a stir in society because when biotic humans were created, they were programmed to fully obey robot commands. Merk's behavior now was shocking, resembling an awakening of self-awareness.
In a mix of anger and shock, Asas, with his weakened, hungry body, threw a heavy punch. This time, Merk couldn't dodge. His arm was broken and twisted grotesquely in front of him, and the pain made him frown tightly.
Asas, panting heavily, approached the fallen biotic human, vowing to crush the head of this offending servant. However, in the next moment, he found himself suddenly transported to the central dining room of the ship.
Merk, having narrowly escaped, quickly hid among the crowd while Asas looked around in confusion.
A distorted, crazy voice echoed through the ship's cabin.
“Congratulations, everyone! The great journey has finally begun~ Lucky you, you've caught this magnificent trip. Ah~ I'm really jealous of you~”
“Praise the great descent of the crown!!!”
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Real World
After sailing for a while, Ke Su grew a bit tired. He looked at the smoothly operating panel in front of him and pressed the auto-navigation button, then turned to another simulation panel.
This panel was for managing the passengers on the ship. Now, the passengers were all in the dining room waiting for their meals. Ke Su checked the required ingredients, moved the characters, and prepared to feed them.
Arriving at the dining room, he observed the scene and found that the game’s graphics were similar to those in Steam Age, though the style leaned more towards a cold, technological look, while the characters were in chibi form.
Ke Su opened their personal information panels and saw that most of them were in a state of hunger and needed to be fed immediately.
“Hmm? Robots?”
Ke Su curiously read the attributes on the panel, noticing that their food was electricity and motor oil.
An odd design.
Ke Su controlled the mouse, picked up a robot, and prepared to study it. He had expected these robots to be sturdier, but after squeezing the mouse too hard, he accidentally crushed the chibi robot’s arm.
So fragile.
Ke Su frowned slightly and decided to be more cautious. He used the mouse to pick up another robot, this time without breaking it, and then added motor oil to the robot’s food storage.
Splash—
The robot’s body began leaking motor oil like a spray bottle, its remaining life value halved and continuously decreasing.
It seemed he had overfilled it, though he hadn’t meant to, as he had never fed a robot before and the game system didn’t provide a scale.
Ke Su looked at the kilogram of motor oil he had poured in and thought about it.
Seeing his attempt to feed the robot unsuccessful, Ke Su turned his attention to other chibi biotic humans. Although they were called biotic humans, he found their attributes were no different from humans, likely just a name given by the game designers.
Learning from his mistake, Ke Su didn't dare to squeeze them again. Instead, he placed the food in front of the biotic humans and watched them start eating. He breathed a sigh of relief when their hunger levels were filled.
Opening the information for one of the biotic humans, Ke Su read the details and showed an interested expression.
“Race: Biotic Human
Name: Merk
Attribute: Biotic Human Leader (Not Activated)”
So this game can develop a storyline? A biotic human leader sounds like someone who is going to lead a biotic human reformation.
Ke Su, familiar with countless sci-fi movies from his previous life, was quite curious about what kind of storyline the game would produce.
Speaking of videos, Ke Su suddenly remembered he hadn't watched the videos for Steam Age, so he left the character management game and reopened the Steam Age module, finding the video playback button in the options.
A video, comparable to a special effects blockbuster, began playing on the computer screen, and Ke Su watched intently.
In a grand, almost realistic scene, a gigantic flesh monster, big enough to block out the sun, walked through a town. Many grotesque, deformed humans followed behind, witnessing the growing, twisted, and horrifying flesh mass until it became a giant mound of flesh covering most of the town.
The flesh mountain resembled a naturally formed range, with its craggy and twisted contours. Pulling back the view, a distant round sun slowly rose on the horizon, glistening with the sun's faint light. This blood-and-flesh mountain meandered across the land, eventually spreading a sky-darkening spore cloud in the sunlight. The entire town was covered in flesh, with spores fluttering about like dandelions, densely packed like snowflakes.
In the final romantic slow-motion shot, the spores transformed into white feathers, drifting across the continent. Every human who saw them revealed a pure smile, as if they were witnessing the arrival of angels.
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Federal Central Protection Zone
Within the research base, Kun Deming came to visit the injured and hospitalized Director Zheng Pengpo and to update him on recent research progress.
“Director Zheng, how are you feeling now?” Kun Deming asked, looking at Zheng Pengpo, whose eyes were covered with bandages and whose body bore signs of mutation, with concern.
For this leader who had devoted himself to humanity's future in his past life, Kun Deming truly hoped nothing serious had happened to him.
“It’s nothing, Mr. Kun. You don’t need to worry so much. I’m just very concerned about the situation at the base. I heard that you are now in charge of taking over. I really appreciate you handling the mess I left behind,” Zheng Pengpo said with embarrassment. His commanding errors had led to many staff members being exposed to the Eye of the Seer, and he felt deeply responsible.
Kun Deming reassured Zheng Pengpo that everything was fine. The base situation was good, and apart from the Eye of the Seer, no other contained anomalous entities had caused any issues. Regarding the anomaly of the Eye of the Seer, researchers had also found a preliminary cause.
“It might be because of this deity with the codename [Spore]. Its infectiousness is extremely high.”
Saying this, Kun Deming took out a detection screen and began to play a processed video. The video showed a massive deity composed of blood and flesh, resembling a mountain, a walking mound of flesh.
After sailing for a while, Ke Su grew a bit tired. He looked at the smoothly operating panel in front of him and pressed the auto-navigation button, then turned to another simulation panel.
This panel was for managing the passengers on the ship. Now, the passengers were all in the dining room waiting for their meals. Ke Su checked the required ingredients, moved the characters, and prepared to feed them.
Arriving at the dining room, he observed the scene and found that the game’s graphics were similar to those in Steam Age, though the style leaned more towards a cold, technological look, while the characters were in chibi form.
Ke Su opened their personal information panels and saw that most of them were in a state of hunger and needed to be fed immediately.
“Hmm? Robots?”
Ke Su curiously read the attributes on the panel, noticing that their food was electricity and motor oil.
An odd design.
Ke Su controlled the mouse, picked up a robot, and prepared to study it. He had expected these robots to be sturdier, but after squeezing the mouse too hard, he accidentally crushed the chibi robot’s arm.
So fragile.
Ke Su frowned slightly and decided to be more cautious. He used the mouse to pick up another robot, this time without breaking it, and then added motor oil to the robot’s food storage.
Splash—
The robot’s body began leaking motor oil like a spray bottle, its remaining life value halved and continuously decreasing.
It seemed he had overfilled it, though he hadn’t meant to, as he had never fed a robot before and the game system didn’t provide a scale.
Ke Su looked at the kilogram of motor oil he had poured in and thought about it.
Seeing his attempt to feed the robot unsuccessful, Ke Su turned his attention to other chibi biotic humans. Although they were called biotic humans, he found their attributes were no different from humans, likely just a name given by the game designers.
Learning from his mistake, Ke Su didn't dare to squeeze them again. Instead, he placed the food in front of the biotic humans and watched them start eating. He breathed a sigh of relief when their hunger levels were filled.
Opening the information for one of the biotic humans, Ke Su read the details and showed an interested expression.
“Race: Biotic Human
Name: Merk
Attribute: Biotic Human Leader (Not Activated)”
So this game can develop a storyline? A biotic human leader sounds like someone who is going to lead a biotic human reformation.
Ke Su, familiar with countless sci-fi movies from his previous life, was quite curious about what kind of storyline the game would produce.
Speaking of videos, Ke Su suddenly remembered he hadn't watched the videos for Steam Age, so he left the character management game and reopened the Steam Age module, finding the video playback button in the options.
A video, comparable to a special effects blockbuster, began playing on the computer screen, and Ke Su watched intently.
In a grand, almost realistic scene, a gigantic flesh monster, big enough to block out the sun, walked through a town. Many grotesque, deformed humans followed behind, witnessing the growing, twisted, and horrifying flesh mass until it became a giant mound of flesh covering most of the town.
The flesh mountain resembled a naturally formed range, with its craggy and twisted contours. Pulling back the view, a distant round sun slowly rose on the horizon, glistening with the sun's faint light. This blood-and-flesh mountain meandered across the land, eventually spreading a sky-darkening spore cloud in the sunlight. The entire town was covered in flesh, with spores fluttering about like dandelions, densely packed like snowflakes.
In the final romantic slow-motion shot, the spores transformed into white feathers, drifting across the continent. Every human who saw them revealed a pure smile, as if they were witnessing the arrival of angels.
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Federal Central Protection Zone
Within the research base, Kun Deming came to visit the injured and hospitalized Director Zheng Pengpo and to update him on recent research progress.
“Director Zheng, how are you feeling now?” Kun Deming asked, looking at Zheng Pengpo, whose eyes were covered with bandages and whose body bore signs of mutation, with concern.
For this leader who had devoted himself to humanity's future in his past life, Kun Deming truly hoped nothing serious had happened to him.
“It’s nothing, Mr. Kun. You don’t need to worry so much. I’m just very concerned about the situation at the base. I heard that you are now in charge of taking over. I really appreciate you handling the mess I left behind,” Zheng Pengpo said with embarrassment. His commanding errors had led to many staff members being exposed to the Eye of the Seer, and he felt deeply responsible.
Kun Deming reassured Zheng Pengpo that everything was fine. The base situation was good, and apart from the Eye of the Seer, no other contained anomalous entities had caused any issues. Regarding the anomaly of the Eye of the Seer, researchers had also found a preliminary cause.
“It might be because of this deity with the codename [Spore]. Its infectiousness is extremely high.”
Saying this, Kun Deming took out a detection screen and began to play a processed video. The video showed a massive deity composed of blood and flesh, resembling a mountain, a walking mound of flesh.
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