Zhang Zicheng has also played the Fallout Series game, and has also speculated about the possible forms of survivors in this wasteland world after the nuclear war.

For example, it is the vacuum tube punk in the game "Fallout", the wild and dehumanized tribe in "Mad Max", various similar junk guys in works, and the ignorant primitive man who is a bow and arrow with a pre-war civilized circuit board.

Unfortunately, the suffering of reality is not as easy as the background setting.

There are not so many places in the world after the nuclear war, which can provide survivors with new cultures to develop and reproduce.

Perhaps there have been so many... but this world is in a very unlucky way and is invaded by demons again.

Without a unified civilization and military armed forces piled up by the regime, the atomized wasteland survivors are serving wine in front of the demons.

After Zhang Zicheng asked the system to scan the entire wasteland world, he found helplessly that there was no gathering place for more than 200 people, and naturally there was no place to be called a civilization that reappeared in the wasteland.

This even made him not know where to go to contact the people in this world.

“Is there any underground shelter?”

Zhang Zicheng asked again without giving up.

The system replied: [Some, even many. After all, this was a civilization that was fully prepared for the end of the nuclear explosion, but there were almost no refuges that could survive stably for more than 70 years. The more people there were, the faster the self-destruction speed. Nowadays, there was no refuge that could barely maintain operation. There was no one in which the number of people exceeded 50, and the average number was only about 9.]

Zhang Zicheng sighed.

After two large population purges, the human civilization in this world was almost in name only. Zhang Zicheng was not even sure if he did not appear, would humans become extinct?

The original mood of visiting immediately faded a lot. Zhang Zicheng sat on the chair and looked at the endless desert around him, the gloomy nuclear winter dust, and the ever-gray radiation haze.

In such an environment, there is no so-called feature at all, only depression.

Zhang Zicheng asked: "System, how many survivors are there in this world?"

The system replied: [96,597 people.]

Zhang Zicheng: “…”

The total population of the earth has dropped sharply from the order of seven billion to less than 100,000.

There is not even a fraction of the original population.

He did lose all his interest in "playing" in an instant, frowned slightly, and began to think about how to place the only 100,000 survivors.

There is no way. If this is really a game world, Zhang Zicheng might also condense a body with attribute panels for himself, pick up garbage on the wasteland, and play the so-called survival mode.

But even though he knew that there were still 100,000 people living in pain, Zhang Zicheng could not ignore it and put his temporary entertainment on their suffering.

However, Zhang Zicheng didn't think he was very noble. After all, he could start working on this matter a few months ago when he first came into contact with this universe. However, he had just obtained the supernatural power that could be applied to reality, and forgot about it for a moment.

Therefore, Zhang Zicheng also knew that his behavior was more about meeting his own psychological needs than a truly completely altruistic noble person. In this regard, saving others may be his own game project.

Zhang Zicheng has no moral burden for this, because he did not pursue moral judgments on others, and never thought of standing on the moral high ground, so he forgives himself very quickly.

Zhang Zicheng temporarily ignored Tilulu in his arms, raised his hands, and for the first time he displayed his wishes in such an immersive way.

It was like a drop of disinfectant dripping on the dirty water surface, and the air in the entire wasteland world became clear and transparent in an instant.

Radiating snow, dust clouds, volcanic ash, and other pollutants that are soaked in the entire world are all swept away.

The world that became clear in an instant finally made Zhang Zicheng's visible distance with his naked eyes stretched to a clear view of the ruins and the horizon in the distance.

However, the burning sensation on the skin told Zhang Zicheng that the nuclear bomb not only added countless pollution to the atmosphere, but also almost completely destroyed the ozone layer.

The sunshine of this world is unprecedentedly full of lethality.

Such an environment is still not suitable for human survival.

So Zhang Zicheng used his will again to condense an ozone layer system for the earth.

But the system immediately informed that plants are almost gone in this world, and the carbon dioxide concentration has risen sharply, and it is very likely that it will never be able to return to its original oxygen concentration.

Zhang Zicheng sighed, thinking that there are so many details.

He thought about it and finally chose to take off the psionic VR helmet on his head and turned on the computer monitor on the desk.

Zhang Zicheng said to the system: "Stop synesthesia about the golden body of the willpower for the time being and show me the picture of Seonlis."

The system immediately did as it did, and the desktop in the display immediately disappeared, showing the previous picture of Seonlis.

Seonlis still maintained the posture of Zhang Zicheng just left, and buried himself in the various documents handed over to her by the AI.

Zhang Zicheng's regular dimensionality reduction voice bar said: "Seonlis, I'll give you a task."

Seonlis was stunned when he heard Si Chen's voice, and immediately stopped the work at hand, and said with great confidence: "Yes, Lord Si Chen! Please give me instructions."

Zhang Zicheng said: "I discovered a planet that was invaded by demons, but before it was invaded by the demons, a nuclear war broke out, and its population had dropped sharply to less than 100,000. Does your empire have corresponding disaster relief or rescue systems?"

Seonlis frowned. There was obviously no such planet in the Royal Direct-government star domain, because AI did not present it to him.

In this way, it is the territory of other nobles... I just don't know why Si Chen is so concerned about such a planet.

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But from this incident, Seonlis felt relieved and the original pressure was much less.

Just based on Si Chen's attitude towards the disaster-stricken humans, she knew that the other party would definitely not do anything excessive to the humans of the empire.

Seonlis nodded and said, "Of course, Lord Sichen. Whether it is the destruction of war caused by the invasion of the demons or the destruction of the planet's autocirculation system caused by the civil war, the empire has corresponding response measures. Please tell us the location of this planet and I will send someone here."

Zhang Zicheng said: "You should tell me which planet you want to send a rescue team. Then I will help them open the portal."

Seonlis smiled and said, "Mr. Sichen, you have completely stopped the invasion of the Void Demon. The traffic of the empire has become smooth again. We can go there by ourselves."

Zhang Zicheng shook his head and said, "No, because that's in another universe."

Seonlis blinked in surprise.

"Another universe?"

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In the end, Seonlis gave the planetary position of the rescue team as Zhang Zicheng ordered.

Zhang Zicheng also used his will to open a golden portal for them.

Since he has the power of voluntary power, Zhang Zicheng no longer needs to move humans between different universes through operations such as dimensional upgrading and dimensional reduction.

In addition, there is a transit station for the Demon Universe in 2.4 dimensions. You only need to pass by the Demon Universe in the middle to transfer without any loss between parallel worlds.

This is also the reason why Zhang Zicheng would rather use his spiritual energy to clean up the demon universe every day than destroy it directly without brutally.

Because the Demonic Universe is likely to open up a connection to the new Universe again.

This is something that the system cannot do, because the system can only detect a 2.05-dimensional universe.

Speaking of which, during the period when Zhang Zicheng moved and established the studio, the system once again detected tens of millions of new inanimate universes, but a living low-dimensional universe was not discovered.

The main reason is that if he goes out, he always lives in a public place with chaotic information. His current studio was a warehouse where people came and went, and he did not give birth to stable and low-dimensional soil.

Zhang Zicheng looked at an imperial rescue airship that passed through the golden portal and entered the atmosphere, and finally smashed to the ground. He thought to himself, no wonder the Empire's main landing methods were space elevators and space stations.

Among the basic technology of the empire, material compression is one of the pillars, which has allowed many of the empire's technologies to get rid of the limitations of basic materials. But on the other hand, the materials strengthened through mass compression inevitably lack the light but durable characteristics of many high-end materials, which have become extremely heavy.

Such an airship wants to escape from the ground and fly back again if it wants to escape from gravity, it will consume more energy than it normally flies to thirty planets.

Zhang Zicheng watched the Imperial Rescue Team in Gaowei, and saw that most of the people who were on the ship were also wearing armor similar to psychic warriors, but most of them were mainly blue and white.

They immediately began to scan and explore the entire planet and quickly found several nearby survivor strongholds.

The fewer people in these survivor bases are only two or three, and the more people are only a dozen, and there are no more orders of magnitude.

Most of these survivors are skinny, and their communication with each other is just simple gestures and yelling, completely losing all the inheritance of civilization. Even when they see the rescue team of the empire, they are just panicked and threaten with messy weapons like wild animals.

Looking at their appearance, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but sigh.

After the end of the world, after hundreds of years of continuous elimination, even the inheritance of language was cut off in an extremely cruel environment.

Perhaps it is the difference in the size of the disaster situation. Anyway, Zhang Zicheng has no way to see a slight slight little prosperity in the post-apocalypse in these people.

What kind of robbers and bandits in garbage armor, mutant monsters, survivors who are intrigue, bottle caps and coins, explore the mystery of long-lasting civilization, establish new religions, etc., all of them do not exist.

There are only desolation and silence that are everywhere like radiation, and people who are desperately surviving like beasts in the cracks.

Zhang Zicheng had no choice but to remain silent about this status quo.

But he suddenly remembered that he had sent Doom in this world.

Zhang Zixing Ke ordered the system: "Show me the position of Doom."

The picture on the screen changed, and seeing the Doom's look, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He had completely taken off the consul's armor and lay on the rocking chair, resting his feet on a torn table. While shaking the rocking chair, he touched the mutated kitten crawling on his chest.

The little cat had a tuft of gray hair like a moxigan on the top of the head, and then it was bare and bandaged in some parts. I don’t know if it was a hairless cat, or because it was injured and shaved by Doom for easy treatment.

At this moment, two children ran away not far away.

They waved at Doom excitedly and shouted: "Uncle! The dust cloud suddenly disappeared! The radiation could hardly be read! Do you know what's going on?"

Another little girl said happily: "Are we saved? Do we not have to work so hard to find water without radiation in the future?"

Doom was still silent, ignoring the two of them.

The two children were not surprised and were still discussing the environment happily. What they were wearing was rather layer after layer of cloth strips that repeatedly wrapped around the gaps.

In their hands, they woven into a big bag with simple ropes, and the two of them collaborated to collect a lot of supplies from the ruins of the city.
To be continued...