I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"That's not the case. When you, Professor, were active in the End of America world, I tried to contact other survivors in that world."

The results were very strange. The survivors couldn't find the base signal, and even my radio call didn't work. They thought we were messing around in their base.

"This sounds like a one-way shielding technology? I can only be seen when I want you to see me. Does Griffin have this technology?"

"It's not Griffin, nor is it Oasis. Professor, I feel like it's your power. A few days ago, Strider told me that this place is great in every way, except that it always feels like being surrounded by Master Sun Yang."

Damn, why does he sound so gay? Sun Yang complained in his heart.

According to him, the entire base is enveloped in the soul power taught to you. This powerful force will protect the base from invisible harm. It is said to be a very ancient soul magic.

"Why didn't I know I was so powerful?" Sun Yang scratched his head vigorously.

No, wait a minute. This vast ancient soul power, I'm afraid it's not from my super old high-level save file. I don't know how many Giant Kings that account has killed, so I guess its souls must be tens of millions. It's definitely more than enough to protect a base.

So my super high-level account ended up here. And since it's the same Steam account, are they considered the same person? This feels ridiculous.

[He even said at the end, "Oh! Is this Master Sun Yang's power?!" It turns out his frail form is just a disguise; the master is simply using his immense strength to protect the base. I was wrong.] Antonina mimicked Strade's condescending tone.

As she spoke, Antonina stopped what she was doing. She opened another communication request and stood there with her eyes open.

Normally, in this situation, it was the humanoids conducting internal communications. They only sent voice messages when communicating with Sun Yang, and the humanoids were very efficient in internal communication.

[Done. You'll receive freshly minted banknotes in three days. I'll also prepare a signal converter. Professor, if you carry it with you, the humanoids outside will be able to communicate with the base.]

"You are worthy of being Antonina, very reliable! I love you so much!" Sun Yang praised.

[...I'm not planning on having sex with you together with Pascal.] Antonina said with a blank look in her eyes.

"What the hell? Is my reputation so bad? Antonina, you should know that I..." Sun Yang's words were stuck. He wanted to refute that he was not that kind of person, but he suddenly remembered that he had indeed had a threesome several times.

"That's all passive and irresistible. Everyone will be sad. I can't let girls cry. Is this what the professor wants to say?" Antonina took over.

"I said I don't really want to be a scumbag, do you believe it?" Sun Yang asked tentatively.

"I don't believe it. Professor, please stop saying things that might lead me to misinterpret things. I, Antonina, and the professor will not develop a naked face-to-face relationship." Antonina said firmly.

"There's no need to do this, there's really no need... Oh, forget it, as long as you don't hate me." Sun Yang was helpless.

"No problem. Professor, is there anything else I can ask? If not, I'll get to work."

"No, no, go ahead and do your work." Sun Yang turned off the communication, twisted his neck, and prepared to leave the alley where he had been for half a day.

Only then did he see two or three black people at the entrance of the alley pointing at him and laughing from time to time.

"Look at that Asian guy, he's high on drugs, talking to the air for a long time. It seems like someone is really talking to him. That Antonina is his ex-girlfriend, right?"

"I just saw that he had some money in his hand. But he threw it into the air and it disappeared..."

"What can you see clearly from such a distance? You're fucking dazzled. But he must have some money..."

The leader, Lao Hei, walked towards Sun Yang with his hands in his pockets. He looked big and about the same height as Sun Yang.

"......It just so happens that I have already given the money away." Sun Yang turned his head.

"Did you hit your head with drugs? Huh?" Just as Lao Hei was about to take out a weapon from his pocket, he found that the Asian man in front of him suddenly had a gun in his hand.

Where did he get it from? He had barely conceived the thought when he was shot twice in the thigh. He collapsed in agony, and several of his helpers behind him were also shot in the abdomen and legs.

"Thank you for the money, thank you for the money." Sun Yang searched the bodies of several people. The money came so quickly that he could get change even if he tried to scam people.

After all this talk, I'm feeling hungry. I need to quickly head to a nearby fast food restaurant for something to eat. Sun Yang strolled out of the alley and went for a walk outside.

Anyway, if the timeline doesn't change, it will take Irons at least several more years to catch the head of the KVA and then proceed with the second half of the original storyline.

Honestly, this time is too loose. I have to dawdle and wander around. Once Antonina gets some money in a few days, I'll take the dolls out for a shopping spree!

Damn, contacting Irons on my first day here is a bit of a jerk. Besides, his son just got buried, so it's a bit foolish to talk business now.

Let’s go find him again after a while. During this time... just eat and drink well first!

Oh, yes, there is one more important thing you should not forget. Sun Yang opened the window and contacted the agent.

"What are your orders, Master?" the agent answered immediately. She was checking the inventory of Iron Blood equipment, sorting out any malfunctioning parts for replacement.

"I've arrived in a new world, and the base happens to be short of a lot of things. Can I ask everyone what they need? And then make a summary or something? It'll take a while for Antonina to print money."

In order to avoid being misunderstood by passers-by, Sun Yang pretended to hold the stolen mobile phone to his ear.

[...I understand. Please wait a moment.] The agent was stunned for a few seconds. [The message has been conveyed. Has the person who will purchase the supplies been confirmed?]

"Anyone who wants to come can come. At most, you have to pay some money to have it delivered." Sun Yang acted as if he had no shortage of money.

"That's true, Master. But, Master, there are a lot of people who want to go. Or rather, almost everyone wants to go." The agent glanced at the public information platform for Sun Yang. The humanoids were frantically flooding the platform with messages at a rate too fast for the human eye to see. Most of them were asking the commander or professor to take them out for fun.

"It's not impossible to take them all out. But the base needs manpower to operate, right? There also needs to be someone to watch over the End of the World."

Antonina said the humanoids can be remotely controlled using her custom communication components. The construction of the trading station can be slowed down for a while, with autonomous puppets taking over. The End of the World can also make adjustments now.

Well, as expected of Antonina, she took all of that into consideration. But besides that...

"Professor, I've prepared an identity for you. But I can't prepare hundreds of people; too many identities might arouse suspicion." Antonina suddenly reappeared. The phone next to her had been completely disassembled, with numerous wires and phone parts connected to it that Sun Yang couldn't understand.

"I remember there were archives of paper documents and the like for comparison?"

[Given the efficiency of this country's office, unless you commit a crime in a downtown area, it will take at least several years to find out about your identity.]

That’s right. I am following my previous habitual way of thinking. America is a federation of states, so it is normal that there is no information exchange between them.

After thanking Antonina again and receiving some identification documents from her, the dolls went about their business.

The agent has to do the coordination work, and after everyone goes out to play, all kinds of work handovers must be prepared.

Antonina continued with her work of replicating real money.

Sun Yang? Sun Yang strolled down the street. He wanted to see more of this familiar yet strange world.

Although technology has become much more advanced than before, the technology shown in the game does not seem to bring much vitality to the civilian field.

Advanced powered exoskeletons are supposed to reduce the burden of heavy physical labor, but so far, this technology has not been civilianized. In other words, it is not that popular.

The powered exoskeletons currently on sale not only have their output deliberately weakened, but are also priced quite high, essentially classing themselves as high-end toys.

People cannot afford it for basic needs, and not many can afford it. Most of them are bought for fun by people who have mines at home.

By the way, in news reports a few months ago, Atlas' new civilian exoskeleton was exposed in a scandal, because of unreliable quality, unstable output and other problems, resulting in deaths.

At the end of the report, Atlas paid compensation to the family of the deceased.

[I've checked that news. From the court ruling to the deceased's family, it's all fake.]

A text message titled "Antonina" suddenly popped up, scaring Sun Yang.

This is a common smear tactic. Sun Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

[By the way, the original owner of this phone you're holding is gay. Professor, have you looked through his photo album? It's all about perky butts and dicks.]

Sun Yang could only pretend to wipe his hands on his pants, feeling that something strange had gotten on them.

[Using this phone always carries a risk of leaks. I'll give you a new one in three days.]

After the ringing, Antonina didn't send any more messages.

Sun Yang finally found a relatively clean burger joint and sat down. It was open 24 hours a day and had everything from pizza, fried chicken, burgers, fries, and waffles. They even had a maple syrup sandwich, which seemed strange to Sun Yang.

Although there are restaurants like Panda Express nearby, Sun Yang would rather smash their shops than sit down and eat.

Soon, he brought a generous portion of pizza, fries, and burgers to the table. The first hot meal in the new world, cooked by humans, finally appeared before Sun Yang's eyes.

Ah! Long live the civilized world! Long live steaming hot food! Sun Yang grabbed the burger and took a bite.

The aroma of wheat between your lips and teeth, mixed with the taste of meat and shriveled vegetables, sour pickled cucumber slices, and overly sweet salad dressing.

Although it didn't seem to be quite to my liking, the vegetables were not fresh, the meat had too little seasoning, and the salad dressing was too sweet.

The fries here were over-fried and not very tasty. The pizza tasted weird and not to my taste.

But honestly, isn't this better than just messing around? Although the agent had taken out all the flavorful food from the base, honestly, if it hadn't lasted a while longer, Sun Yang would have had to eat green fruit and rice.

Sun Yang, who hadn't eaten proper food for a long time, shed tears of emotion.

64 Let me see what the base looks like right now

After dinner, Sun Yang took out his stolen phone and searched the map. He finally knew where this place was.

Philadelphia, New Jersey. Geographically, it's sandwiched between New York and Washington.

It wasn't anything special, at least not in Sun Yang's opinion. It was just an ordinary modern city, except for the rather large slums. At least it was better than some African countries.

After searching nearby hotels and supermarkets on his phone, Sun Yang immediately transformed into a super fat otaku. He first ran around the slums several times (mainly because he had no money in his pocket and was looking for someone to scam him).

Antonina has cleared the message record she just sent to Sun Yang. In her words, she just conducted a technical verification to make sure that she can modify the information record remotely.

But opening an account and stealing money is still too risky. If you get into a fight with a ghetto thug and steal money, the Philadelphia Police Department probably won't do anything. But if some users lose money, the FBI will really get worried.

Sun Yang hid in an alley, put the newly stolen phone and the old one together, burned them into a ball of molten metal scraps with the fire of the spell, and threw them into the trash can nearby to prevent anyone from checking the location.

Since he couldn't move around for the next few days anyway, he might as well have a video call with the humanoids to keep in touch...So Sun Yang used the remaining money he had to buy a lot of snacks and drinks, and found a cheap motel to stay in.

As soon as I opened the window, I saw that the entire base was bustling with activity.

The agents were dealing with the reveling humanoids, some of whom were civilians holding strange rituals in the hall.

They used various dead branches to build a wooden frame, moved it to an open corridor, took out paper with strange portraits drawn on it, nailed it to the frame, and set the branches on fire.

"Worship! Praise!" K5, wearing a white robe, shouted loudly.

"Praise the Commander! Wow! Wow!" The remaining figures twisted their bodies strangely, like some kind of folk dance.

"May our savior! Protector of the world! Last for thousands of years!" K5 took out another jar, which contained several shriveled cacti.

"It stretches for thousands of years! It stretches for thousands of years!"

"Burn the sin! Burn the suffering!" She opened the jar and threw the cactus in. She also took out half a moldy biscuit from her pocket and threw it into the fire.

"Burn the vileness and imperfections of you and me! Oh! My Lord! My Lord beyond the world! I enclose your portrait as a tribute! Please accept it!" K5 shouted loudly, and the flames shot higher and higher. Burning the paper.

So half a moldy cookie is mean and incomplete? Why is this a tribute? And is that weird avatar me? I don't look that weird.

Sun Yang complained in his heart, "Is it because I've been stuck in the base that I've become sick? I haven't done anything yet and I've become a god."

"You guys—!!!!" a vicious voice came from the distance. The agent rushed in at a speed of 20 meters per second.

"Waaaaa! Yes, it's the agent!" one of the humanoids screamed.

"Run, run!" The humanoids threw down their robes and tried to run out through other doors. Sun Yang also saw MDR and Carol mixed in.

"Don't even think about running!" RO635 ran out of a nearby door with a group of military-spec humanoids, and arrested them all.

"Wait! We don't need to run! Agent! RO! We are carrying out a legitimate religious sacrificial activity!" K5 was still wearing the big robe and facing the two groups of people very confidently.

"I think you have a lot of energy but nowhere to use it. The commander is still alive, are you going to burn incense for him?" RO pointed to the wooden rack where offerings were still being burned.

"This is the orthodox religious activity of our 'Commander's Advent Sect'! As long as we praise the Commander, sooner or later he will find this world and return to us!" K5 said confidently.

"Whether the master can return depends primarily on Pascal's research progress, not praise. Also, open flames are prohibited in the base corridors!" The agent punched and kicked the civilian humanoids, knocking them to the ground. She pulled a foam fire extinguisher from her skirt and put out the fire.

"From today on, you will be put in solitary confinement. You will be released only when the commander allows everyone to go out." RO took out special super-strong handcuffs from behind and handcuffed these dolls.

"RO! Didn't you receive any revelation?! No, why are you so calm!" K5 tried to struggle, but the difference in the output of the body was still too big.

"Just going out, what's so strange about that?" RO answered normally.

"Damn it, he actually said it so righteously. The one behind is called Evelin, right? Don't you have any ideas?"

“No, there’s no need to go out for activities,” Evelin said coldly.

"How is that possible?! Haven't you upgraded your mind? How come you're still like a self-disciplined humanoid! Don't you want to see the outside world?" K5 called it unscientific.

"If there's a need for combat, I'd be happy to help. Forget shopping," Evelyn responded honestly.

"We're all humanoids, why are there such huge differences? Are your military and police humanoid heads made of pure iron?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, your head is full of iron. Elbow, come with me to the detention room." RO carried a lively human figure in one hand and went to the detention room.

"Ah, that, Mr. Agent. You see, there is some misunderstanding here." Carol tried to get out of the predicament with her eloquence.

"We are not participating in any religious activities. We are just broadcasting live. This is all for the show effect." MDR immediately continued.

"I told you, open flames are prohibited indoors. Sorry for the trouble." The agent nodded to the police figures behind the RO, then ran in another direction, kicking open another closed door.

"Ah! Kalashnikov, give me strength!!" AK47 grabbed an I-beam with both hands and bent it with great force. Of course, her body also seemed to be in a bad state due to the excessive output of force.

"Well done!" "As expected of an AK47!" A group of Soviet dolls, including Poposha and A91, who loved alcohol, cheered loudly. Beside them lay a pile of rum bottles they'd found somewhere, apparently purchased from a passing merchant.