Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The concept of time travel was beyond his imagination. If they could truly achieve self-sufficiency in weapons production and sales, and as long as they developed steadily, the fat governor would have to worry about his head.

But that's none of his business. He's not in a position to concern himself with politics; all he needs to do is ensure the prosperity of his family.

……

Awesome!

It became.

The constraint on the development of space and time is not people, but resources. Once the resource problem is solved, large-scale construction can begin.

The steel-structured city and the flying starship are both part of Anran's plan.

There's also the development of a defense system.

With ample resources, the factories in Ether City grew larger and larger, the number of diligent robots also began to expand, the second airport-class laser cutting turret stood in the Hyperspace City, and the space-based ray system began to take shape, expected to be sent into outer space in Baplo in another ten days.

Once Meng Lan completes her apprenticeship, An Ran will no longer need to be responsible for this aspect.

We also need to cultivate a group of mechanic players who rely on the Time-Space faction. Right now, these players are really too bad. Precisely because they are bad, after Anran launched the mechanic blueprint sharing platform, the players showed great enthusiasm. Originally, there were only a few dozen blueprints at a glance, but in the past ten days, the number has increased to more than 700. The growth is gratifying. Regardless of whether they are useful or not, they will learn them first.

Although there were no orange blueprints, Anran believed that this was only temporary.

Players can become dependent on something. Once they experience the benefits of a platform, they won't be able to leave it.

"Hahaha... hiccup."

An Ran let out a laugh that sounded like she had planned everything perfectly.

With both beauty and wisdom, the embodiment of heroism and chivalry, Anran-chan, a walking fear, has finally peeled away the tightly wrapped outer layer of Tan Tang.

"Serves you right for resisting, for running away! Now I've finally caught you. Haha, let me see!"

hiss-

It sent out the signal to penetrate the core.

After searching for keywords, Anran obtained three maps.

There are three hidden triplets, each corresponding to a map.

“Baplo, the Eye of the Abyss, and the Path of the Void.”

It is an acute triangle.

Collect all three Dark Engravings to summon an unknown creature!

The developers messed with me, the players are keeping an eye on me, even the bosses are competing against each other, life is really tough.

After loading the map into the map system, An Ran temporarily sealed Tan Tang away. She still couldn't get rid of the virus and needed to continue leveling up.

"Anran, Anran, someone outside is looking for someone. He said he came from the amusement park."

Ella walked in from outside.

Visitors to the amusement park?

Let's go take a look.

An Ran spotted the person with horns on their head from afar.

Chapter 02 Since none of us are capable, let's go our separate ways.

The NPC standing at the entrance to the time-space portal has a very distinctive appearance.

The clothes were ordinary casual wear, but the exposed body was quite different from that of ordinary people.

First, a pair of horns, about four or five centimeters long, grew on either side of her forehead, which reminded An Ran of a scene she had seen in the Mechanical Church. One of Tan Lu's henchmen had a similar protrusion on his head, only not as long.

Besides the two horns, this NPC's skin color was also different from that of ordinary people, leaning towards a light purple, as if he had been poisoned. His ears were slightly flat, and his eyebrows had a slightly curled arc.

These characteristics do not represent any branch of the human race in Anran's memory, nor are they recorded in the game forums. They can only be understood as a "minority" with a limited distribution.

"Did he say who he was looking for?" Anran asked Ella.

"As soon as I heard him say he was looking for someone, I ran over and called you."

Ella shook her head. They could have talked on the special channel, but she preferred to talk to Anran face to face.

In short, let's meet first. This visiting NPC is level 58. If he is a representative of a certain faction, then he is obviously qualified and cannot be a useless cannon fodder.

An Ran walked to the vicinity of the door, and before she could speak, the NPC's gaze shifted to her. He placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly: "Hello, you must be ANR, the ruler of the transdimensional space. I came all the way from the Paradise to see you. If it's convenient, I would also like to meet the leader of the Forgotten River Pirates."

"Let's talk inside first."

An Ran signaled the mechanical puppet guarding the gate to conduct a body search on him, and only let him in after confirming that there were no problems.

The arrival of the foreigners also attracted the attention of the "workers" nearby.

Those who heard what the visiting NPC said were even more prone to overthinking.

Could he be... Pikachu?!

"My name is Bika."

Pikachu, Pikachu?

"Speak, what do you want from me? I will decide whether to let Qingling come out to see you based on your answer."

He led Bika to the guest room, and Anran remained remarkably composed.

Even the mechanical golem that came to pour tea was level 60. Bika, completely unaware of this, was secretly marveling at how, despite his shabby appearance, the Hyperdimensional being had a rather luxurious lifestyle.

This maid robot is so pretty!

Her breasts are also very big!

It looks just like the real thing, and it even wobbles when you walk on it!

This is Meng Lan's technique. An Ran managed to learn a trick from Meng Lan a while ago, but she's still not very proficient.

After taking a sip of tea to moisten his dry throat, and placing the cup back on the tray for a moment, Bika began to explain why he had come.

"I come from the Extreme Ice Pirates in the park."

"?"

That would be an enemy.

Bika's first words immediately put Anran on guard.

"The Extreme Ice Point Pirate Crew has four fleets under its command. When Boss Charles went to Baplo last time, he took two of them with him. I and another person are the managers of the fleets left behind."

"Mm." An Ran nodded in response at the opportune moment.

You can't just let people talk all the time while you do nothing.

“Logically, ANR, since you killed our leader, we should hate each other.”

Up and down.

Bika continued to explain.

According to him, Anran killed Fred and Charles in one go, but allowed Sheila to escape, and that's where the problem lies.

The Star Barrier and the Extreme Cold are allies.

Both sides suffered heavy losses after this battle, but at least the Star Wall still had someone whose voice carried weight, while the situation was different for Zero Point.

Having lost a third of their strength, and with only three commanders left from the four fleets, none of them were willing to submit to the others, let alone elect a new pirate captain.

That was twenty days ago.

News of Charles's death by being flicked in the forehead reached the base at Extreme Cold first.

This immediately caused great panic. The Star Barrier and the Extreme Freeze were considered top-tier in the park, but their joint expedition suffered a crushing defeat, with even their leader dying.

If the enemy attacks with a heart full of rage, who can withstand that?

The pessimistic atmosphere at the base intensified after the defeated fleet returned.

In this time of chaos, there is an urgent need for a wise and powerful pirate to step forward, step onto the grand stage, stand under the spotlight, and lead the nearly bankrupt pirate crew to rise again!

Thus began the high-level meeting of the four fleets.

According to Bica, he sat on the east side with three assistants, while another garrison commander, Zuo Zheng, sat on the south side.

"Enough, get to the point!" An Ran interrupted Bika's recollection.

This person talks a lot and likes to touch the corner of his head every now and then; it's practically glowing from all the touching.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point."

The theme of the meeting was to boost morale and find new ways out of the extreme cold.

The amusement park is a harsh environment, a hardship felt deep inside, but it also has abundant rare resources. Therefore, weaker pirate crews are likely to be swallowed up, or they may have to obediently leave the amusement park on their own.

"With our current strength, we are clearly at the bottom of the park. No matter who is elected as the new leader, relocating the base is necessary."

"Relocating the base is one thing, but let's figure out how to move it first."

“Of course, we should elect a new leader, let’s do it by voting,” Bika said.

The most powerful manager shook his head: "Why vote? Let's fight! Whoever is stronger will take the position!"

You shameless bastard!

The others snorted in unison: "The position of captain isn't something you can just sit on because you're good at fighting. All muscle, even your brain is full of muscle. In this treacherous paradise, you won't last more than a few days before you destroy this huge empire."

"Ha, are you all too scared? Or does anyone think they're smarter than Boss Charles?"

"Not as good as Boss Charles, but much better than you."

"Do you want to die?"

The scene instantly became lively, with the muscular man jumping onto the table, his taut thighs making everyone swallow hard.

So thick, so powerful!

"I don't stoop to the level of barbarians."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing and let's get down to business," Bika shouted.

"Heh." The person mocking the muscular man came from the fleet that was now without a leader.