Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 905 - 730: Building a Home from Scratch

Chapter 905: Chapter 730: Building a Home from Scratch

After a loud bang, the Mana Lightning Cannon burst its chamber.

The Cyber Specter personally moved forward to block the flying fragments to prevent them from cutting the Ratfolk.

The shards slammed against the body of the Vigilante Emperor and then ricocheted off at high speed. Now the ground is littered with inferior copper pieces and metal scrap, but the frame and the Starlight Molybdenite are still intact, emitting a shimmering purple light.

The White Ratman looked at all this and let out a sharp, piercing laugh.

It rapidly added details to the blueprint behind it, already considering plans for an improved model.

"This has a lot of potentials," observed the Cyber Specter, marveling at these wondrous reactions, while helping to revise the blueprint’s details and optimize the mechanical structure, guiding the White Ratman to standardize the drawing so that other Rats could also understand.

Initially, the White Ratman was very displeased with the "big lump of metal" pointing things out, but then it realized that what it said made a lot of sense, and thus the efficiency of the blueprint revisions increased greatly.

"The best metal, use, use! Collect the metals, take them off the tanks, start working! Need more Starlight Molybdenite! Need it!" the White Ratman mumbled to himself, continuing to draw his ambitiously designed war machine.

The main reason for the current failure is that the material is too poor to withstand the powerful energy in the Starlight Molybdenite.

"This cannon seems to be quite remarkable," Sally looked at the design of the lightning cannon.

"This weapon will shine in the civil war on the Hot Tree Continent," the Cyber Specter predicted its future, "The penetrating power and destructive force of the lightning cannon are unparalleled, capable of demolishing fortifications and antiair defense. Moreover, it is very convenient to carry, three or four Ratfolk can move it, and it can even be transferred through tunnels, something the warlord’s artillery cannot do."

"Superior to the human contraption, yes, yes. It’s only natural. Very smart, me, me!" The White Ratman was extremely pleased and overjoyed with its plan.

As technicians and scientists among the Ratfolk, they tirelessly devote themselves to their work, continuously exhibiting madness and impatience until the weapon turns from blueprint into reality.

"Does this scientist have a name?" the Cyber Specter asked Sally.

"Yes, it calls itself ’Two-Teeth,’ because it only has two incisors. Some Ratfolk gave up their former names after joining us and use names based on teeth, tails, fur, or stench. Others still retain their original names," Sally nodded.

They discussed the matter of the lightning cannon with Two-Teeth. Two-Teeth was very satisfied, thinking that Sally had entrusted it with a significant task, thus became even more determined to create the lightning cannon and took the blueprints back into the burrow for further study.

A portion of the Starlight Molybdenite will be transported back to the Northern Archipelago for research, but due to the distance of the Hot Tree Continent being too far, the focus will still be on the development by the nearby Ratfolk.

The Cyber Specter and Sally left the firing range.

"There must also be downsides to what the White Ratmen are doing," said the Cyber Specter.

"Uh, they sometimes entice weaker Ratfolk to volunteer for experiments, and sometimes I have to clean up the mess. So I need to figure out how to make them more organized. Maybe I should establish some laws, but most Ratfolk don’t understand," Sally pondered.

"Can you connect with, sense all the Ratfolk?" inquired the Cyber Specter.

"I guess so, it’s like I’m the collective holy spirit of the entire Ratfolk..." Sally felt her potential was boundless.

"Ratfolk rely on pheromones to determine right from wrong, maybe you can modify the development of the entire species, like adding a pheromone that strengthens their cohesion," suggested the Cyber Specter.

Sally thought about it for a moment and found it to be meaningful.

"I’m too scared, I’ve never thought about this kind of thing, I feel like pulling one hair and moving the whole body would affect all the rats. But I’ll try it in the future, to make them... like cleanliness? Love companions?" Many new ideas emerged in Sally’s mind.

"One question: from your ’feelings’ side, are the Ratfolk numbers increasing or decreasing?"

"Increasing dramatically," Sally said seriously, "Underneath those filthy buildings, in the subways and sewers of the world’s major cities, in cheap rental houses, more and more people, unemployed, desperate, poor... are turning into Ratfolk, growing fur, their bodies bending, howling and screaming in their dreams, becoming hordes of rats."

The Ratfolk are born at the bottom, with little to show for themselves, living together in unseen places, and now their numbers are growing around the world. Sally can listen to their wails at all times, and she is willing to care for their dreams, to give them a moment of solace in the quiet of the night.

"It seems in the next few years, the Ratfolk will converge into another great wave; as their Leader, you can do a lot, a great deal," said the Cyber Specter.

Sally nodded vigorously.

The Cyber Specter’s words were also very important to Sally, even a single phrase could greatly boost her confidence.

If there were any hesitations left before, they were now all shattered.

"I will help them... They are frustrated in the places they used to live, scared of the changes in themselves... then come here, come here and look for a new life, in the vast expanse of Hot Tree Continent... there’s still so much to be done!" Sally was thrilled.

The Ratfolk... can’t surrender to life!

"Exactly," said the Cyber Specter.

"I was still afraid of some of my novel experiments, but now that I think about it, they all seem meaningful," Sally said with a smile.

"What kind of novel experiments?"

"Come with me!" Sally led the Cyber Specter to the agricultural reclamation area.

In the fields outside, a gigantic two-headed ox was pulling a plow forward.

The two-headed ox was swollen with muscles all over, looking much stronger and powerful than ordinary oxen.

The most eye-catching feature was its two huge heads, branching off from the neck, each looking to one side, appearing quite dazed.

After plowing, the two-headed ox went to the trough to eat, one head munching on fodder, the other drinking water.

Having eaten and drunk its fill, the two-headed ox then strolled along the streets of the Lake Shore Sanctuary, staring at the newspapers and propaganda posters on the walls, issuing undulating moos as if it was giving critiques.

"That looks really...unique," Cyber Specter said.

"It just changed. I tried really hard to use the power of life emergence on a cow to make it super strong, but I used a bit too much, and a new head popped out!"

"Was that on purpose or by accident?"

"It was on purpose," Sally said proudly.

The two-headed cow looked at her with a complex expression.

Beyond that, Sally also enhanced a giant mole, which had grown over 3 meters long, covered in wrinkled skin, with huge teeth and sharp claws, and was currently digging underground for Ratfolk, searching for valuable ore veins.

Due to the effects of The Scar of the World, the nearby geological structures had suffered multiple twists, fractures, and compactions, resulting in a large deposit of ore veins in certain areas. As long as the direction was right, a considerable amount of metal ores could be dug up to provide mineral resources for Lake Shore Sanctuary.

Afterwards, Cyber Specter continued to remotely control nearby flying drones, which had functions like reconnaissance, messaging, propaganda, and signal relaying, integrating the scattered villages and the New World fortress as one.

According to Cyber Specter’s reconnaissance, it found that the Dark Wizards were also splintering in the chaos.

Most of them adopted an attitude of withdrawal and seclusion, after all, Witch wanted to eliminate Warlocks, and the company wanted to utilize Warlocks, so it was not quite appropriate for Warlocks to show up at this time.

According to the drone detection, their largest settlement was moving to the western rainforest area, using the dense jungle to conceal themselves. These sorcerers retained many voodoo methods and ancient magic formulas, and were also a magician group not to be underestimated, which Cyber Specter was closely monitoring.

At the same time, Cyber Specter also continued to release robots from the coast, which were very enthusiastic about the concept of "Autonomous Machine", pursuing the construction and expansion of their own mechanical facilities, increasing the number of their own kind, thus crossing mountains and valleys to come inland and join the New World front, enhancing the automation productivity of each settlement.

While other forces remained watchful, the settlements within the New World front had already become important trading points in the inland of Hot Tree Continent.

Under the control of Cyber Specter, drones flying everywhere became the envoys of New World, connecting villages and tribes.

Every Saturday, blacks from nearby villages would come carrying things on their shoulders or using simple vehicles, horses, cows, and camels to do business.

Most villages were very poor. Besides agricultural products and wild fruits, what they traded included trial samples and other tech gadgets sent by company representatives, like refrigerators, color TVs, and hoverboards, and the salesmen would even help them with the wiring.

Company sales representatives frequently provided these items to the villages, hoping to cultivate the consumption habits of the locals. However, the villagers would turn around and sell these gadgets to New World, exchanging them for more practical products like grain seeds, bicycles, clothes, and shoes.

In the village, if someone can successfully go to New World and come back with a basket full of traded novelty items, they would be surrounded and praised by the villagers. If someone exchanged for a printed T-shirt and a pair of jeans from New World, they would immediately become the trendsetter for miles around.

Therefore, the market days were always very lively. The blacks from the villages, indeed inexperienced in the world, felt like making a pilgrimage or visiting a fairyland each time, always having to comment on their surroundings.

"Wow, it’s just like in a dream."

"This one is really tall..."

"Can rats walk?"

"Does the cow have two heads?" For them, everything was very novel.

Even some villagers who came from towns with electricity and sizable workshops were still amazed by the landscape in the New World area.

This place seemed like a glimmer deep in Hot Tree Continent. They didn’t dare to go to the coast since they would be caught by the white Warlords and colonizers, hence if they wanted industrial goods, they rather had to go inland and seek out New World.

Many blacks would linger around even after their trades were completed, and some simply decided to stay and not leave.

Without anyone’s command, they demonstrated their initiative by going fishing by the lake, or cultivating wastelands, planting bananas, gathering wild fruits, and exchanging their surplus labor for industrial products.

Still entrenched in the concepts of family, clan, and tribe, they always come over with their families, and sometimes if two or three families move in, an entire clan or tribe might also start discussing whether to move collectively into these "New World" strongholds.

As Warlords and corporate armies began to recolonize and plunder the inland again, the local villagers’ dependence on New World deepened even further.

To avoid wild beasts, Warlord slave raiding teams, and various robbers and Mercenaries, seeking refuge in New World was undoubtedly a better choice.

Only in this way could they avoid the fate of being enslaved or killed.

Many blacks, having lost their tribes and land in the colonial wave, or with relatives and friends captured or killed by the white armies, also joined New World, actively opting for military training, learning how to shoot guns, how to operate complex military machinery, yearning for the day they could take revenge on the white colonizers.

They would eventually reclaim their ancestors’ heritage and return to the land where their generations have lived.

...

This afternoon, three large Shuttle Machines arrived near Lake Shore Sanctuary.

"Look—"

"It’s the Nestor Corporation’s logo!"

"People from Nestor Corporation are here!"

"They have finally come!"

After the Shuttle Machines landed, they naturally attracted many onlookers.

There were also a large number of survivors stranded here, who were eager to leave and couldn’t help but secretly hope that these Shuttle Machines were here to take them away.

When the doors of the Shuttle Machine opened, a Witch of medium height, wearing sunglasses, cautiously peeked out.

"People of Renwang Security, come on up! Your Power is wasted here," she ordered.