I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Prosthetic limbs in KENSHI's world are actually quite useful, but due to the limitations of local industrial capacity, most prosthetic limbs are made like scrap metal.

Regardless of its sturdiness, it looks rather tacky. The rusty metal fist exudes a sense of fragility and unreliability, even though it's actually quite sturdy.

Irons packaged the prosthetic system, covered it with artificial skin on the outside, and filled the inside with a flexible cushioning layer, and the universal prosthetic system was launched.

This allowed Irons to recruit a large number of soldiers disabled by battle, who, after receiving new limbs, quickly became members of Atlas.

When they were fighting for the United States, they were paid to work. When they broke their arms and legs, they were paid a small sum to leave. Now, in Atlas, as long as you come to work, you will be given prosthetic limbs, and the work you do is not much different from before. There seems to be nothing wrong.

The soldiers, free of any worries, quickly and happily followed Irons. Old employer? My old employer wouldn't give me an arm.

Once the news of the ability to install prosthetics spread, a large number of people were attracted to Atlas to work. Various developed countries also tried to use various excuses to get Atlas to hand over this technology - but the United States was not among them, or the call was relatively small.

After all, they have a lot of leverage over Atlas, so it's hard to break up anytime soon. If they do, they'll have to wait until the US reaches a consensus on dealing with Atlas.

The companies currently eager to acquire Atlas are primarily monopoly pharmaceutical companies, which have previously promised shareholders that they are developing powerful, advanced neural prosthetic systems that promise to generate significant profits once they are released.

As a result, the share prices of these pharmaceutical companies also rose. Shareholders were optimistic about the prospects of this technology and believed that they could make a lot of money.

As a result, an Atlas came out and announced that as long as you come to work for them, your prosthesis will be replaced for free and warranty service will be provided.

Although Atlas has not yet announced that it will sell a civilian version of the neuroprosthetic limb, companies that previously promised to develop neuroprosthetic limb systems have been shaken, including their shareholders.

Many of them have already started withdrawing their investments, hoping to protect their capital. They believe Atlas will soon sell these prosthetics, and by the time their own prosthetics are launched, the market will have already been fully occupied.

Even if pharmaceutical companies use PR to discredit Atlas, it won't solve the problem of Atlas being the only company with a legitimate neurological prosthesis on the market. If that happens, people won't care about the nonsense in the newspapers and news; they'll definitely buy Atlas' prostheses.

Due to the withdrawal of investment, other research and development projects of these pharmaceutical companies are also affected. If the development of other projects is not smooth, shareholders of other projects will also have doubts.

As a result of this chain reaction, the stocks of these monopoly pharmaceutical companies plummeted significantly. If the pharmaceutical market had not been stable for so long, providing stable profits for pharmaceutical companies, several major companies would have gone bankrupt by now.

This information was relayed by an intelligence agent who accompanied Sun Yang on his way to the Atlas warehouse to retrieve materials. This agent was very articulate and could keep the conversation going. Through his account, Sun Yang learned of the incident.

Although I knew that giving away prosthetic limbs would cause a market shock, I was still quite happy when it actually happened.

When Sun Yang arrived at the location, he released a drone to guard the surroundings and sent the intelligence officer away.

So what should I do during this time? Sun Yang pondered this while recycling steel.

89 Current Situation

After the shocking Constanta Massacre in Romania (which was the first time many people knew about the existence of this city), the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect seemed to have disappeared from this world.

They are nowhere to be seen in the world. Although the KVA is still doing its utmost to carry out terrorist activities, their activities are not as severe as those of the Divine Punishment Sect. They are mostly small-scale attacks.

People around the world, especially those in positions of power, breathed a sigh of relief. At least the KVA knew who was behind it, and a post-war inventory would reveal its specific route.

The Griffin Divine Punishment sect attacked with heavy blows, targeting only the old and not the young. Even on an isolated island, they could summon a hundred or so people to fight. After the fight, they either fled swiftly or self-destructed on the spot.

Although we don’t know where they are going or what they are doing now, at least for now, everyone can still live a good life.

People all over the world, even in countries at peace, lit fireworks to celebrate the arrival of the New Year 2055.

In the world of Kenshi, where Griffin Base is located, there's no tradition of setting off fireworks or celebrating the New Year. However, Sun Yang still bought a bunch of fireworks, costumes, and food from around the world for the New Year and sent them back to the base.

On New Year's Day in 2055, Sun Yang rented a nice, fully furnished apartment in New York. Since he wanted to have a good rest, he naturally had to find a place to enjoy himself.

After escaping from the battle and running around, Sun Yang planned to take some time off.

This beautifully renovated house, complete with all the basic furniture, is the kind you can move right in. It's quite spacious and comes with a full staff. Aside from the price, there's nothing wrong with it.

Sun Yang had nothing to complain about. He couldn't really go to a place that was so luxurious and extravagant that tens of thousands of dollars were spent in a day.

Corruption only lasts a while. If you keep doing it, the FBI will come to check your water meter. Hilarious! Where do you get all that unexplained income? Have you paid any taxes?

By the way, Sun Yang's original phone number and ID information have been changed. The phone he bought with that ID information always received calls from the IRS, which was really annoying.

Where would I get the money to give you? All the money I used was counterfeit! Having changed his identity, Sun Yang happily settled down in the well-decorated apartment.

Although the situation with Team Rebellion and Team Paison was somewhat worrying, their communication devices were still working smoothly. There were also some people chatting in the Griffin chat room.

The same is true for Strider. He posts the photos he takes in the group every day, and then sends international express parcels to the express delivery point designated by Sun Yang.

Besides that, Sun Yang didn't know his whereabouts or what he was doing. Strider seemed to have his own way of getting money. He bought a lot of random things and sent them back while traveling around the world.

Sun Yang considered whether Strade was spreading the name of the Griffin Divine Punishment Sect everywhere, for example, if he cured someone, he would say it was a miracle of the Divine Punishment Sect or something like that.

Because the automatic intelligence sorting program set up by Antonina receives news about new Griffin God's Punishment Sect members every day.

But the news on the Internet is true and false, and there may be a bunch of crazy people who take a lot of potions and think that what Sun Yang said is very reasonable, and they directly start to believe in the Divine Punishment Sect.

After all, even Flying Noodles can be considered a sect. If someone really registered this trademark, it would be...

Sun Yang found the recently registered Griffin Divine Punishment Sect Limited Liability Food Company and couldn't help but feel breathless.

I didn't expect this to be a trend. Sun Yang looked at the message carefully.

This company mainly sells a variety of self-heating and canned foods. Its products include Divine Punishment noodles, canned food, and self-heating rice from Warm Earth.

It seems like nothing special about it, aside from the awesome nickname. The ad claims it's divinely endowed, and that the food is blessed with special powers that will improve health and extend lifespans for anyone who eats it.

Sun Yang checked the cost sheet and found it clearly stated that it contained no additives. The instructions stated that the food was blessed by the gods and had a shelf life of indefinitely. However, once opened, it was only good for a few days, as the gods' blessing returned to the air.

As for the nutritional content of these foods – 0 calories! And lots of vitamins!

Damn, it was a health food company that packaged itself! How dare you take advantage of the popularity, you bastard!

Sun Yang rolled over on the bed in the furnished apartment. Never mind, let him take advantage of it. He really didn't dare to take advantage of the popularity.

The real murderer was using a fake persona to sell merchandise, but Sun Yang could only say he didn't have the guts to do it. It would be better for him to just live his life using counterfeit money that was as good as the real thing.

If nothing else, the FBI and the special investigation team will definitely investigate this company. Even if there is nothing wrong, they will still do something harsh to this company - you guys, just one step after being kidnapped and beaten by the God Punishment Sect, you start a company right after?

Just wait and see if I can get you done! Assassinations! Stock price drops! Mergers and acquisitions, one-stop services for you!

Sun Yang felt no sorrow for the company. He could only say thank you for your stubborn sarcasm.

He tossed and turned in bed, wondering if there was anything else he hadn't done yet in the base.

Although he said he wanted to get rid of it completely, he couldn't afford to delay solving it when he had the ability to do so. This wasn't the time when he lived alone, when the base and the T-dolls here were his treasures and he relied on them for everything.

The humanoids at home have already bought everything they wanted, and the supplies needed for the base, except for gasoline and aviation fuel, which are not easy to purchase in large quantities, have basically been prepared. There is no such thing as wanting something but not having it.

Sun Yang glanced over at the end of the world. Nothing special was happening. The town was still well-managed, having already prepared for the spring farming season. The town still felt like a paradise. No outside predators were looking to cause trouble, and the internal resource circulation was flawless.

The Griffin Trading Post in Kenshi's world is finally complete. It's the largest trading post in the area, covering an area roughly the size of four or five Diamond Cities. High walls have been built around it, topped with autonomous turrets to combat any incoming carnivorous giraffes.

The entrance and exit are equipped with two large sliding doors, one in front and one in the back. Although they are sliding doors, they are not closed unless there is an emergency.

The only difference is that the sliding door has sentry posts and checkpoints to control the flow of people. The low-AI drones at the sentry posts will be responsible for charging and queuing.

The trading post was designed with numerous stalls inside, and a large resting area for livestock was built outside. This resting area was protected by a sturdy metal fence, and was patrolled by numerous turrets and puppet figures.

Because caravans often need to move around with a bunch of laden animals, they have to be managed centrally.

The various food and medicines for livestock are also centrally managed here. If a caravan needs to feed its animals or treat injuries, they can pay a fee to have a doctor here treat or examine any problems. The prices are fair and there is no deception.

Of course, there is a reason for opening this area. The intelligent bodies studying medical technology in the base lack practical experience, and the veterinary knowledge taught by Imhot is of little use.

After all, even if animals were delivered to Griffin, they were intended to be eaten. The Griffin base didn't need creatures like camels and cattle to help deliver food. And Kenshi really didn't have many animals to raise.

As for asking the commander to send animals across the world...regardless of whether Sun Yang is willing or not, these animals that can be called pets are usually not very strong creatures, and they may become weak and die on the way here.

The reason why Strider was sent here is because he is strong enough. After all, he is an ancient wizard who is proficient in all four elements.

In short, this place was built to gain practical experience. Some doctors went to treat animals, while others treated people inside the trading post.

Inside the trading post, caravans are not prohibited from carrying weapons, but if a fight occurs, both sides will be kicked out and marked as blacklisted.

If someone killed someone inside the trading post, they would be arrested, interrogated, and immediately executed. Their bodies would be hung at the door with a sign that read "Criminal." This served as a warning to those who came after them.

Therefore, most people would choose to stay far away from the trading post before engaging in real combat, because Griffin's trading post is a place where anyone within sight is under control, and no action is allowed. No matter how big your problem is, it is not a problem for me.

Besides setting up your own stall inside the trading post (for a fee), you can also rent a variety of rooms in the sole inn. These range from bunk beds for the entire caravan to private rooms. Each room comes with free electricity and hot water, and the inn also provides a wide variety of food.

The hotel has medical facilities. As long as you're still breathing, you'll be taken to the medical department. The main principle is to get treatment first and pay later. The price is clearly marked, depending on the severity of your injury.

If you have no money, you will be shackled and become a slave of Griffin, or become a combat mercenary. As long as you find the blueprints or technological facilities that Griffin wants, you can remove the shackles.

In addition, there are also Griffin's official resource exchange points. You can exchange anything you find that Griffin is interested in. From food and drinks to unique artifacts, everything is welcome, but lost technology blueprints and products are the most popular items here.

Griffin could be exchanged for very sophisticated bows and crossbows, cold weapons, and armor. Although not as good as the best equipment, it was still better than most equipment in this world.

If the caravan is lucky, they may encounter Griffin mercenaries who are looking to go out and see the world. These mercenaries are very powerful and can use extremely formidable long-range weapons in combat.

Of course, these mercenaries are also difficult to hire. To hire them, you must hand over old-generation technological blueprints or parts. Nothing else will be accepted.

Despite various problems, this trading station, which had sprung up in the wasteland, was operating with rave reviews. Caravans from all over were willing to come to this station, where they could enjoy various excellent treatments for a small entry fee.

Even if you don't plan to go in, you can still check on your livestock at the entrance. Some small vendors even tried to set up stalls right next to the station—only to be ruthlessly evicted. "You're taking up space here, so how can anyone else get in? Why even come in if you can't even afford a few dollars?"

This is roughly the situation at the trading point. As for Griffin's hometown, the situation is also not bad.

The current Griffin Base is vastly different from what it once was. Warehouses are overflowing with supplies that the base can't effectively produce. These can simply be exchanged for printed coins.

Of course, there's no need to worry about inflation. The combined consumption of the humanoids isn't as much as the waste of a modern metropolis. Having endured such hardship for so long, the humanoids naturally won't waste their resources recklessly.

The base had become a large, cozy refuge. Each doll's quarters were spacious, filled with all sorts of modern craftsmanship items purchased during their previous activities.

The entertainment area is also filled with consoles and games ranging from antiques to the latest generations.

Some of the dolls were enjoying the game, while others who were not so fond of games found other ways to pass the time.

As long as Sun Yang stays in the big city, the humanoids can directly connect to the network of this world and become one of the massive users on the Internet.

This is why Sun Yang chose to find a room and stay in. If he was running around all over the place when he said he wanted to rest, the humanoids would make a fuss.

It didn't matter. Sun Yang wasn't the type to die if he didn't go out. It was just lying in the house. Simple, simple indeed.

The dolls also tried various online games, battling humans head-on in battle games. Although they were often reported and banned, and then unbanned after a while, they still had a lot of fun.

After all, the reaction of the humanoid is too fast. Even if there is a delay problem, this killing efficiency is not something that humans can achieve.

Afterwards, the administrator couldn't find any problems and could only ban it and then unban it. After all, the humanoid's reaction is fast.

MDR, who has taken up live streaming as a broadcaster, agrees. If you humans are slow to react, then so be it. Don't be too picky.

"You people, ah, if you can't afford it, then don't play this game. If you can't find happiness in this game, then why do you play it? You play this game to win. Why do you want to win? Because it can bring you happiness. But you can't win now, and if you can't win, you can't bring yourself happiness, because all your happiness belongs to me."

"You powerful talkers, you're good at typing and spouting shit, are you brave enough to come up and compete with me? Oh my, the comments are starting to say that playing this game is meaningless again. I toy with my opponents, I win, I'm satisfied, I'm happy, that's the meaning. Everything else is unimportant."

After MDR finished speaking, he began to perform a show of reaching the Earth within 24 hours, and declared that if he couldn't reach it, he would draw a commenter and give him a check for $500.

90 leisure time

MDR was competing in a performance competition, and her roommates weren't to be outdone. Besides her longtime friend, internet-addicted RFB, she also had a new partner, Carol.

MDR and Carol had a good time playing together very early on, and there was no awkwardness with the other dolls. Although they were all dolls, it still felt strange to see a doll with the same memories but different subsequent experiences standing in front of you.

After all, the humanoids already have their own social circles, and if there is suddenly a similar person, they will still feel a little uncomfortable just like humans.

For this reason, even if everyone is used to visiting each other, there will not be cases where humanoids of the same model live together.

However, MDR and Carol are exceptions among exceptions. They don't care much about this matter. The few who have a say think it doesn't matter who they talk to.

As for RFB? She wished there were more people so she could play Landlord.

So Carol packed up all her stuff and moved into MDR and RFB's dorm. Griffin was a place with a small population, so moving all her stuff didn't make their room any less crowded. It just felt a little less empty.

After all, when a room is filled with game consoles, cartridges, CDs, various novels, comics, and figures, the people living there will probably want to add some of the same things to the house.

So Carol brought back her own refrigerator and simple hot pots, which made MDR and RFB, who were too lazy to go out for food, even happier.

In short, when MDR started to gain points, Carol, MDR's equivalent substitute, also had an idea. If you gain points, I will do a super long live broadcast.

Not long ago, when the Internet was still working well, Carol tried to live stream her gaming sessions on a well-known American live streaming website.

Because of his outstanding gaming skills, very high frequency of interaction, and appearance comparable to high-quality beauty filters after turning on the camera, many people immediately clicked to subscribe and watch the live broadcast.

After some discussion, these two dark horses decided to debut as twin gaming pros ("Are you really creating a persona?" RFB asked, skeptical). They could broadcast anything, but they had to broadcast simultaneously to maintain their personas.

Now, one is to live broadcast and gain points, and the other is to challenge the famous "Old Man Rolling Ring" from more than 30 years ago.

According to Carol's rules, she will not sleep, go to the bathroom, or take any breaks, and will complete the entire process from beginning to end.

And on this basis, she will be able to defeat all BOSSes, including those in caves and those with health bars in the wild.

"Uh, what do you mean by long-lasting live broadcast? Do you want to starve all the viewers to death?" RFB said behind Carol's camera after listening to her introduction.

Carol, who had her camera on the whole time to attract fans, didn't care at all. While interacting with the barrage, she skillfully parried the tree guard and charged a thrust with the spear given at the beginning.

The only difference was that the comments changed from [Anchor, what kind of expensive thing are you?] [Anchor, look at your feet.] [Anchor, how much is it?] to [Meet the beautiful girl behind.]