On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

"Command received, form ranks!"

"Form ranks!" "Form ranks!" "Form ranks!"

"Overclocking protocol released," "Block chain loaded," "Construction mode power limit lifted," "Neural thought synchronization in progress," "Tree-oriented guidance program loading."

"Connection complete for device 14233. Entering standby mode!"

"Connection complete for device 1876. Entering standby mode!"

"Connection complete for device 8752. Entering standby mode!"

"Number 6526."

"Control Line 1 connected!", "001 connected!", "86 connected!"

Tens of thousands of machine servants on the ground leaped into the air. They spontaneously used their bodies as various parts and gears, like building blocks and puzzle pieces. Finally, in the sky, following Liao Ji's will, they transformed into a space warship thousands of meters long.

Indeed, for Liao Ji, a human from Earth, a spaceship was the most romantic treasure a man could imagine.

Initially, the warship was an inanimate object.

It seems like something is still missing.

But after the three mechs beside Liao Ji successfully linked up, the warship seemed to come "alive" from that moment on, becoming truly controllable and flashing.

The reason can be seen from the skill description.

That was no longer the "true classic" he had imagined.

But

"Heart Classic Annihilates Dreams"

The space battleship was suspended vertically in the air by Liao Ji, with its heavy cannons at the bow pointing directly at the land of Zero Dream below, like a sharp sword hanging high above the old world.

A vast amount of energy began to gather within the cannon's muzzle. The power of a single mech servant might not be enough, but the combined power of thousands upon thousands of mech servants was sufficient. It could pierce through the stars and the world.

At the moment of carrying out the final bombardment, Liao Ji was still a little regretful and hesitant. After all, "skipping" two war zones meant that he would not be able to see the past memories of "Lena" and "Anno" stored in those two war zones.

But then I thought again, as long as I get Zero back, with Zero as the GM (administrator), I can just ask Zero for these internal documents whenever I want.

Boom—

Amidst a deafening roar as if the entire world had been struck by thunder, a blue beam of light descended from the sky, crashing into the ground like a torrent. The world's hard surface was pierced through at lightning speed by the bombardment, as if it were made of tofu.

The azure-blue bombardment relentlessly tore through the earth's surface, penetrating deep into its core, and finally reaching the very heart of the entire dreamscape.

What's that saying?

Liao Ji looked at the illusory old world that he had "pierced" with his cannon fire, shook his head, and finally turned into a soft whisper mixed in with the roaring explosions.

"Wake up, Zero."

Chapter 276 Let's go, let's realize this dream together (Part 1)

Tick, tick.

The mechanical clock on the wall chimes crisply. Inside a small house that looks like it's made of gears, a family of three is happily enjoying themselves in their daughter's room.

"Mommy, um... this question is so hard, Lingling doesn't know how to do it, Mommy, can you teach me?"

In the room, the little girl sitting in the middle of the desk looked worried, biting her pencil and staring at the exercise book on the table. Finally, as if giving up, she threw down the pencil, turned her head and hugged the arm of the woman dressed in a maid's outfit next to her, pleading as if she were being coquettish.

The maid, referred to as "Mom," seemed helpless with her adorable daughter. She patted her daughter's head, then pulled the workbook in front of her, preparing to explain it to her.

However, when the maid saw the difficult problem that her daughter "couldn't solve," she paused briefly and shook her head apologetically at her daughter.

"I'm sorry, Lingling, I don't know the answer to this question either, but I'm sure Dad knows it. How about you go ask Dad?"

The maid, having said this, turned her gaze to the third person in the room.

Unlike the maid and the little girl, who are both clearly defined figures—one dressed in home office attire and the other in a pretty cartoon dress—the young man who is the child's father is simply wearing a slightly worn gray cloak.

Seeing his "wife" looking at him, the young man nodded, and stretched out a hand from his gray cloak—a completely mechanized hand—and pulled the exercise book in front of him.

However, the young man simply watched without saying a word.

"Mom, why isn't Dad talking?" the little girl asked, a little confused.

"Dad is thinking about it. Don't worry, Dad will definitely solve this problem. He's the most outstanding scientist; there's no problem he can't solve."

"Yes, Dad is the best!"

The maid then picked up Ling and gently stroked her daughter's hair. Together with Ling, the mother and daughter looked at the young man who was "solving the problem" for them with happy faces. It seemed that how the problem was "solved" was no longer important. Just the way her father was thinking seriously was enough to satisfy them and make her feel fulfilled.

Time passed quietly, and the room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the rhythmic gears that made up the room turning slowly and steadily. It was easy to wonder if this place could continue to operate forever without external interference.

咕噜 咕噜

Finally, an unusual sound broke the silence of the room, as if the clock had slowed down and the gears had become sluggish.

The sound came from the little girl's stomach.

"Mommy, is Daddy ready yet? Lingling is hungry," the little girl said shyly, rubbing her flat little belly and looking at the maid with pleading eyes.

"It's Mom's fault. Dad was so engrossed in his work that he forgot it was time to eat. Mom will go and cook now. Today, I'll make you your favorite potato soup."

"Potato soup, yay!" The little girl's eyes sparkled when she heard the maid's words, and it seemed like drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing how much her daughter liked it, the maid was also very happy. She then took a kitchen apron from the nearby wardrobe, put it on, and gently said to the young father who was still "solving the problem":

"Honey, why don't you take a break too? Maybe you could play with Ling for a bit?"

Upon hearing his "wife's" words, the young man under the cloak nodded mechanically, just like in the previous scene. He then put down the exercise book with his two mechanical arms and turned to look at Ling beside him.

The young man picked up the little girl and, imitating the maid's actions, began to stroke her hair.

Seeing her husband who loves their daughter so much, the maid's expression became even happier and more joyful. Full of energy, she went to the kitchen to cook, and soon a sumptuous meal was laid out on the table.

"I'm declaring that Mom is even better than Dad because Mom can cook super, super delicious food!"

The little girl sniffed the air, her index finger twitching, eager to start eating.

However, at this moment, a struggle suddenly flashed across Ling's face, and soon the little girl became hesitant, her knife and fork hovering in the air, not falling for a long time.

Seeing this, the maid couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Ling? Is the food not to your liking?"

"No, Mom, it's just... just Mom, isn't the outside world completely corrupted by evil and overrun by monsters? What about our food?"

“Ling, have you forgotten? Your father is a scientist. He can do anything. These foods were all cultivated by your father using new technologies.”

After hearing her mother's explanation, the struggle on Ling's face disappeared, and she reverted to her usual obedient daughter persona. She nodded vigorously, began to devour her food, and mumbled through her chewing:

"Ling takes back what she said earlier. As expected, Dad is still more capable than Mom!"

Looking at her mischievous, lively, and quirky daughter, the maid, who was acting as her "mother," was filled with happiness.

While her daughter was wolfing down her food, the maid then turned her affectionate gaze to the young scientist across the table.

The young man then seemed to receive some kind of instruction, so he took his rice bowl and sat down next to the maid.

When the maid saw her "husband" sit down, she was very happy. She took the young man's rice bowl and served him rice and vegetables. Then she spooned the food into his mouth, feeding him like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

When the little girl saw this, Ling immediately became unhappy.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! Ling wants it too! Ling wants her mom to feed her too!"

The maid smiled indulgently at her daughter's coquettishness, then used both hands, one on each side, to feed her young husband and her precious daughter.

Although the maid hadn't eaten a single bite herself, busy with chores, the happiness on her face seemed to reach its peak at that moment.

however

"Mommy, it's not fair! It's still not fair! Ling, Ling wants to be fed by Daddy too!"

The daughter wanted to feed the young man in her place, which seemed to be a way of vying for his affections. The maid was a little helpless, but she didn't mind. After all, it was a sign of the daughter's love for her father. Seeing the family so harmonious, the maid, as the mother, was very happy.

But the next moment, Ling took the spoon and came to the young man. Just as she was about to say "Dad, open your mouth," the girl froze.

Because all that could be seen was the young man under the cloak who was her father, but he had no face; to be precise, his face was completely covered by shadows and was a blur.

"Mom, what happened to Dad's face?"

Ling's voice began to tremble, and her gaze toward the young man held a hint of fear and dread, becoming distant and unfamiliar.

"No, that's not right. You're not my dad. My dad doesn't look like that."

"Mommy, he's not Daddy! He's not Daddy!"

"Mom?"

"You're not my mother either! My mother is human! You, you're all machines! Who are you? Let me out! I want to get out!"

The little girl shook her head frantically, overturned the dining table, and ran to the door, turning the doorknob repeatedly in an attempt to open the door.

Unfortunately, the door remained firmly shut, and no matter how the little girl turned it, it was no use. In the end, the little girl had no choice but to pound on the door and shout "Is anyone there?" to ask for help.

The maid silently got up from the dining table, went to the little girl by the door, and picked her up. At first, Ling struggled, but she quickly became weaker and weaker until finally, the fear and unfamiliarity in her eyes seemed to have been restarted and erased, leaving only a look of confusion.

"Huh? Mom, how did I get here? The dining table, the food is all over the floor."

"Waaah... I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. Was it...did Ling do it? Ling was wrong. Ling will never misbehave again. It's all Ling's fault."

The maid patted the girl's head gently and said, "It's okay, sweetie. You're too tired. It's time to go to bed."

"It's time to sleep, Ling, Ling knows."

There will be harmony in the family, but there will also be some unpleasant trivial matters from time to time. However, in the end, everyone will return to that happy home.

The maid and the young man lay on the soft, comfortable bed, with their daughter, Ling, lying between them.

Just before turning off the lights, the little girl promised her mother:

"I'm determined to solve that problem tomorrow!"

"Yes, Mom believes you."

Tick ​​tick

The mechanical clock on the wall chimes crisply, and inside the little house made of gears, a family of three is happily staying in their daughter's room.

"Mommy, um... this question is so hard, Lingling doesn't know how to do it, Mommy, can you teach me?"

A little girl who can't solve a math problem, a father in a cloak, and a gentle maid mother.