Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Although they weren't very capable, they were lucky.

And so obedient, where can you find a player like that?

Therefore, it's fine to bring the three of them.

Bringing too many unfamiliar players will only expose your own weaknesses.

"Come on, I will absolutely not let you get close to Ella!" An Ran clenched her fist.

The Mechanized Tribe wants the ancient essence, not Aila.

If Ella is captured by them, she will likely be dismantled, which is something Anran cannot tolerate.

Why?

You think you can achieve mechanical ascension?

I'll tear down your Enlightenment City and use it as a football sooner or later.

As the scorching summer sun beat down on the canyon continent, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared somewhere in outer space, and two spaceships emerged from the void in succession.

"The planet directly in front of us is 1886!"

"Nice! The first step of the planetary expedition has been accomplished!"

"Ha, we Omnic players can finally experience this epic storyline!"

"Target ahead, prepare for global scan!" the spaceship's AI issued the command.

The spherical spacecraft headed straight for 1886.

The scanned signal was quickly captured by the detectors that Anran had set up.

"They've finally arrived. Hopefully, the Night Owls will be able to put in a good job."

Zhou Jieyu was sent into space to film a video of the two spaceships, which was then sent to Nadia. Anran was now waiting for the next move from the AI ​​tribe.

Chapter 19 Poor and desolate places breed unruly people

Scan, no results found.

Even with specialized detection equipment, no effective feedback was ultimately obtained.

"Did that rebel really land on the 1886th?" a player asked doubtfully.

"His spaceship malfunctioned. He's already exhausted all his resources to perform hyperspace travel; there's no way he could go anywhere else," the leading android explained. "Since the scans yield no results, let's just go ask!"

His view is that a spaceship streaking across the sky like a fireball before crash-landing on the ground is a scene that could not be overlooked on this populated "native planet".

"Prepare for landing!"

The people from the Mech Tribe were being too flamboyant.

An Ran was still wondering how they would appear and how to track them, but a moment later she looked up and saw the two spherical spaceships appear out of nowhere.

They passed through thick clouds and headed straight for a deserted wilderness.

They had received warnings from air traffic control on the ground, but completely ignored them.

"As an intelligent machine, I have no need to explain my actions to anyone!"

"You bunch of trash, you should be grateful I'm not bothering you!"

"Damn, this is going too far! They actually dare to ignore our warnings. We have to teach them a lesson!"

The air traffic control leaders were furious and immediately dispatched five law enforcement vessels.

Let you be so arrogant. We'll drag your spaceship back and imprison it, and send all of you to jail.

This is what happens when you're arrogant!

only……

"Sir, the signal scan can't find the target at all!"

The law enforcement team that went out to arrest people circled the wilderness several times, but didn't see a single hair.

Counter-surveillance, signal jamming...

A string of words came to mind.

While they were still in a daze, they immediately realized that things might not be so simple.

Ordinary spaceships don't have anti-reconnaissance systems.

It's not an ordinary spaceship; it must be someone who's dedicated to staying!

"It seems this is beyond our control. Let's report it to the provisional government," the air traffic control officer thought.

His idea wasn't wrong, but passing the information up layer by layer like this would ruin its timeliness.

Fortunately, Anran notified Nadia in advance; otherwise, it's hard to say how long it would have taken.

"First ask the elderly people in the neighborhood. If you can't get the answer, then directly inquire with the local government agencies."

"Yes!"

The androids on the mission were divided into many small teams, and after leaving the spaceship, they quickly spread to various corners of the canyon continent.

Unlike the paranoid and fanatical NPCs of the Mech Tribe, the player [Kukuku] has a fairly normal mentality.

He came to No. 1886 just to complete a part of the story and collect some mission rewards.

Now that we've accepted the task, we have to do it well.

As Kuku walked into a small town where a wooden sign swayed in the wind, he observed the people on the roadside.

Because the incident happened decades ago, we need to find older people.

Older people...

Ah, there is.

Turning his head, he saw an elderly man sitting in a shop called "Your Grandpa" next door, so Kukuku turned around and went inside.

Kukuku...

As a rather pathetic android who hasn't modified himself much, he even makes a "kukukuku" sound when he walks.

This is also the origin of the name Kukuku.

This is a shiny silver robot with a slicked-back head. Its appearance is truly unremarkable.

However, highly intelligent "robots" are rare in No. 1886.

The old man's eyes lit up as he looked at Kukuku, and the passersby outside weren't much better off.

"Buying oil?" the old man asked.

Huh? Buy oil? What kind of oil?

"Of course, it's lubricating oil."

Listen to that sound for yourself; it sounds like it hasn't been oiled in decades.

"I sell all kinds of lubricating oil here. Not just the kind for your robots, but also the kind for humans. Just use half a bottle, and even the driest road will see spring again."

"..."

If Kukuku could move his face, he would definitely look strange right now.

Do you think I'm a robot and can't understand what you're saying?

"My reputation is trustworthy. If you don't believe me, go ask around. He's still the same old man!"

Kuku quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm not buying anything, I just want to ask you something?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's enthusiasm immediately vanished.

Taking into account the concept of harmonious coexistence between humans and machines, he became more refined and approachable.

"Speak your mind, or shut up! You're such a big guy standing at the door, you're blocking my business."

Fortunately, I have a good temper.

Kukuku thought of it.

"It's like this," he asked, "Sir, have you ever seen a spaceship suddenly streak across the sky, looking like it's about to crash directly into the ground...?"

"I have indeed seen it before." The old man nodded.

Kukuku was overjoyed: "When...?"

"Just now, two spherical spaceships fell down and headed that way," the old man pointed. "I don't know if they're damaged. If everyone inside died, the spaceships will be ownerless."

The old man had a bold idea.

"..."

"What about even further back?" This person was acting strangely. Kuku realized he couldn't continue arguing with him, so he pressed on, "What about even further back, like ten or twenty years ago?"

The old man fell into deep thought.

Kukuku waited patiently.

a long time.

"Your question," the old man paused, "I really don't remember."

puff--

Damn it, why are you looking so serious?

Kuku left disappointed.

The first person you encounter in the town is a useless NPC.

As Kuku walked along the road, he unknowingly arrived at a place in the town where the houses looked rather dilapidated.

This place already looked like a very poor town, but it's even more desolate here.

Let's turn back.

As soon as Kukuku turned around, he saw more than a dozen burly young men staring at him with gleaming eyes.

"Ok?"