In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 195: First Hearing of Doomsday Agreement [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Spirit-releasing array, comfortable cushions, and nearly unlimited supply of crystal cores;
The afternoon sun was transmitted down, the white curtains were blown by the artificial breeze, and the mechanical maid was kneeling obediently in the corner.

Wang Jixuan closed his eyes and meditated, sighing helplessly in his heart.

Thinking about his past life:

The innocent young monk hides in the mountains, unaware that human hearts are as sharp as the skin.

The senior and junior sisters hold the warm and fragrant sleeves while they are busy practicing.

How long has he been here? He is already so skilled in intrigue and deception.

When he encountered a strong enemy, the first thought that came to his mind was whether he could delay him for some time, so that he could have more time to practice, mobilize more resources, and then find a way to annihilate the strong enemy, instead of the previous...

A cry of evil beast, to exorcise demons and suppress evil.

After all, his strength had not recovered much.

There was no way around it. In his previous life, he stood on the shoulders of a big sect like Wangxian Valley. He had no shortage of resources for cultivation and guidance from famous teachers. As his cultivation level improved, his status within the sect also continued to rise. He could also unlock different floors of the Sutra Pavilion according to his status, and use the sect's classics accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

now……

Not to mention.

Wang Jixuan only regretted why he did not read all the scriptures in the Sutra Repository at that time. Now, he could use the method of mind calculation to remember some urgently needed classics.

He only regretted that he had spent his time pondering the cultivation methods of the devil and Buddhism, hoping that they could verify each other and draw inferences from each other.

To the point that he was now beginning to worry whether his Wangxian Valley would be regarded as a whitewashed demon giant...

"Grandmaster, I will avoid using magic skills unless it is absolutely necessary, and use more righteous means."

"But then again, even those who are looking for death will cut in line."

Wang Jixuan curled his lips slightly, with a hint of murderous intent in his heart.

'That beast speaker is full of twisted ideas, regards the enemy as his father, and harms all living things. If he hadn't provoked me, it would have been fine. But since he has already hit me, I must let him know that the cultivation civilization is not so easy to deal with.'

'From the current perspective, achieving Mahayana, overcoming the heavenly tribulation, and ascending to heaven means reaching the pinnacle of power in the lower realm, passing the test of the upper realm, and then going to the upper realm to become an immortal.'

"Whether it's the blade beasts or the spiritual practitioners, we have not heard of any of them ascending to heaven."

'When my strength is restored and I return to the Mahayana stage, I should be able to destroy all enemies.'

Wang Jixuan inspired his Taoist heart, and quickly calmed himself down and gradually entered into a state of meditation.

He already trusted Mudan's alertness.

Mudan can even invade non-confidential communication networks at will. Even if Lingtong sends a message and she misses it, Mudan will reply to Lingtong in time and tell her that she is practicing or sleeping.

Lingtong is not a clingy person and won’t get angry about this.

She also has a lot of affairs to deal with.

Here Wang Jixuan had just started to enter into meditation;
In the corridor outside the dormitory, the young female teacher, who had worked all day and played with the children for several hours, dragged her tired body back to the dormitory door and looked everywhere for the key.

……

Gao Huating tilted her head to look at Wang Jixuan's door and blinked slightly.

This neighbor named Wang Zheng is really weird.

Not only is her whereabouts mysterious, she also likes to hide people in the house, especially the beautiful maid with a great figure...

Gao Huating couldn't help but ask in her heart.

Is this still the era of fortresses guided by collectivist ideas?
Why, this person also has a maid!
Will this really not cause a waste of social resources and will it really not insult the sister's personality?

Of course, Gao Huating just muttered a few words in her heart.

Ask her to stand up and be a human rights fighter, but she will not only not dare to do so, but will also easily fall to her knees...

According to Gao Huating's observations during this period, the young man next door is not an ordinary person. She often sees some high-ranking officials in uniform, and occasionally some strange people, such as the thin uncle who always smiles a little bit vulgarly but should not be a bad person, and the little brother who used to sit in a wheelchair but can now walk steadily.

"But Wang Zheng is also very young."

Gao Huating fished out the spare key from the bottom of the mailbox, opened the door, slipped in quickly, and let out a breath.

When the curtains were drawn, the room suddenly became dim.

She hummed a little tune, took off her white shirt and skirt, removed the comfortable underwear under her short-sleeved shirt, kicked off her leather shoes and stockings, and walked back and forth on the floor on tiptoe.

Although she didn't like doing housework, Gao Huating would clean the house once a day. Fortunately, the area of ​​the single dormitory was not big, so she finished cleaning in no time, and then opened her arms and fell on the bed like a free fall.

"Ah, another tiring day..."

Buzz, buzz!

The pillow nearby was vibrating constantly.

Gao Huating raised her hand with difficulty, touched the communicator under the pillow, pressed the answer button skillfully, and placed it above her head.

"Hey……"

"Tonight's broadcast is alright, huh?"

"Well, what time is it?"

"It starts at 8pm. You should go to the studio to get ready at 7:30pm."

Her agent, a middle-aged woman, kept saying:

“I’ve sent someone to help you clean up.

“Alas, there has been too much work at the fortress lately, and I am almost sick from exhaustion.

"I really envy you, Hua Ting. You spend every day with children, absorb their youthful energy, and you can sing as a part-time job."

Gao Huating made a face: "I'm tired too, and..."

"And what?"

"I've been, uh..."

Gao Huating seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

The agent immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there any problem? Gynecology?"

"No, I've always been in good health!"

Gao Huating hummed softly a few times:
"That's right. I've been having dreams a lot lately. In my dreams, I can fly around. I don't know what's going on. And... didn't I say I have a neighbor? Recently, I seem to occasionally see some glowing little things floating around in his house..."

The agent smiled and said, "Your neighbor is handsome, right?"

"Well, speaking of handsome..."

Wang Zheng’s face appeared in front of Gao Huating’s eyes.

He is pretty and calm, his facial lines are not strong, and he is not Gao Huating's ideal tough guy, but he is indeed handsome, and has an indescribable temperament.

“Indeed.”

"That's normal. You'll be twenty-five soon, Hua Ting."

The big sister agent muttered:

"When I was your age, I already had three or four boyfriends, but you have none. This is just a teenage fantasy driven by hormones.

"Your adolescence lasted too long."

Gao Huating blushed and muttered, "No way, I will definitely try to find a partner before the fort assigns a partner."

"It's also good to follow the big data matching of the fortress. My husband was assigned by the organization and his personality is very compatible."

The agent laughed:

"Take a break. If you have any questions, please contact me directly. I am at least a cadre in our fortress's publicity department. Although my authority is not great, I know a lot of people."

Gao Huating laughed dryly, hung up the phone, and lay there in a daze.

She looked at the energy-saving lamp on the ceiling and raised her little hand to the lampshade.

There was a moment of trance, she seemed to see a sky covered with flaming clouds, some debris floating in the depths of the sky, and she tightly grasped the harp in her hand, nervous and confused...

When she tried to take a closer look, the illusions disappeared quietly. Her sight was dispersed and refocused, but it was still the ceiling. "Another illusion..."

Gao Huating's small hands fell weakly, covering her upper body and pressing gently.

'Why can't I grow any bigger?'

"Does the maid next door need long-term fitness training to have a figure like that of the maid next door?"

She thought about it distressfully, but couldn't muster up the determination to exercise, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

Jingle Bell!
The alarm clock rang at 7:30 in the evening.

Gao Huating jumped up with a start, checked the time, and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash and change clothes, then quickly put on her underwear and a pair of sports shorts.

——She is doing a voice broadcast, not a live TV broadcast, so it doesn’t matter if her image is a little messy.

Gao Huating gathered her hair, picked up the key ring, opened the door and was about to rush out, but was faced with a wall.

It was a tall, burly figure.

Gao Huating was about to run into it head-on, but a large mechanical hand firmly held her arm and fixed her in place.

"Sorry! Eh?"

Gao Huating's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened as she looked in surprise at the face in front of her, a face she had seen countless times on promotional posters.

The pitch-black mechanical body, the neck covered with simulated skin, the old but strong, firm, and never-backing mechanical face, the mechanical prosthetic eye on the left and the intact right eye present an eerie sense of coordination.

"Commander-in-chief?!"

"Yes," Fu Jian nodded gently and forced a smile, "Keep it a secret."

"Yes Yes!"

Gao Huating's legs felt weak and she felt dizzy. Her mind suddenly tensed and she saluted like a young team member, lowered her head and walked quickly to the end of the corridor. After taking two steps, she started to run wildly.

Fu Jian was speechless.

A human individual whose indicators are healthy.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him: "Wang Zheng, it's me."

Wang Jixuan, who was in meditation, opened his eyes and looked at the corner. Mudan also tilted her head with some curiosity.

Fu Jian came here with a stealth system, and Mudan was unable to track him.

……

In the evening, on the cement road in the wheat field.

Fu Jian walked slowly with his hands behind his back. Wang Jixuan put his hands in his jacket pockets and used his spiritual sense to observe every corner of the fortress, as if he was in a trance.

After walking for half a minute, Wang Jixuan took the initiative to ask:

"Uncle Hei, Commander-in-Chief, Comrade Lao Fu, you called me out just to take a walk?"

"No," Fu Jian groaned for a few seconds, "I'm thinking about a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"What kind of honor or reward should be given to make you work wholeheartedly for humanity?"

"You're really outspoken."

Wang Jixuan sneered:
"Don't bother yourself with that. Since I got the crystal core from you, I will help you wipe out the enemies.

"Besides, I am also a human being. I will solve the dangers posed by the Blade Beasts and the rebellion in the Psychic City once I become stronger."

Fu Jian said: "I have no doubt about your character, but... more people should know about your contribution."

"Why?" Wang Jixuan asked back.

“Clear distinction between rewards and punishments is the foundation of the ruling order. Doing everything possible to reduce the dark side of the order will allow the order to last as long as possible.”

Fu Jian smiled and said indifferently:

"Currently, due to the strong pressure from the blade beasts, the dark part of the war zone-fortress order system is being squeezed with the greatest force, like a bubble.

"So you can feel that although there are corrupt behaviors inside the fortress, for example, on the 46th floor of this fortress, there will be some middle-level cadres who spend their time in debauchery, but in general, most corrupt officials dare not abuse their power or embezzle the main body of resources, but only deduct some scraps."

Wang Jixuan nodded: "Are you here just to give me some science?"

"No, I have other things to do. I just want to ask you... Do you want honor? I can give Black Storm some medals and artificially create gods."

"no need."

Wang Jixuan sneered:
"Compared to this, you should give me more resources. Crystal cores, special ores, and old plants are all very useful to me."

“We lack a strong role model.”

"Why not just pick one of the half-human mechas? Ordinary people don't know the difference between a half-human mecha and another half-human mecha anyway."

Wang Jixuan asked back:
"Speaking of this, I am also a little puzzled, why is the second-generation machine so much stronger than the latest machine?"

“Three big things are different.”

Fu Jian raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Almost all first-generation and second-generation semi-human mechas are equipped with the most advanced micro-nuclear reactors, destructive cannons, and power systems. This requires a certain level of self-modification, the minimum being 86%, and most of the body's organs must be replaced.

"The three core components of your Peony and Maid Corps are on par with the second-generation semi-human mechas, but the total amount of energy is less and they are not equipped with sufficient weapon systems.

"Ling Tong and the others are all using the youth version of the three major components, so their upper limits of strength are far lower than the old machines with a 90% degree of modification.

"So, this time, Wang Zheng, your contribution is too great. The appearance of He Yuan Dan has suddenly increased our number of terrifying mecha pilots by eight."

"That's great," Wang Jixuan said with a smile, "I can live my life more comfortably now."

"But the ones currently in service..."

"Don't worry, I'll keep my word and start refining the elixir tomorrow."

Fu Jian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. How are you going to target the beast whisperers in the future? I will fully cooperate."

"It's your job, Commander-in-Chief, to develop strategies and plans."

Wang Jixuan's expression became somewhat serious:
"All I can say is, track him down as soon as possible, and if conditions permit, take the initiative to attack as soon as possible. Time waits for no one, the sooner the better!"

"Yes, I have already unsealed three terrifying mechas that were sealed due to lack of pilots."

Fu Jiandao:
"If you agree, I would like to promote your Seven Star Sword Formation technique directly in the half-human mecha team and let Ling Tong be the chief instructor to increase her prestige."

“Promote it now.”

Wang Jixuan was even more radical:
"Don't you have a lot of robots? Can't you just load Mudan and the others' sword formation program directly into the robots?"

"That's dangerous."

Fu Jian simply said:

"If seven advanced autonomous machines can kill a lone half-human mecha, the power balance between us and the autonomous machines will be completely unbalanced.

“The story of the blade beasts and the spiritual cultivator civilization is the best reminder.

"Of course, if the flame of human civilization is extinguished, then the all-mechanical doomsday protocol I set up will be activated immediately."

"Doomsday Agreement? Old Fu, are you planning to blow up the planet?"

"Not really," Fu Jian smiled, "but a planet without humans would lose its meaning to humans."

Wang Jixuan was speechless for a moment.

"I want to go talk to Wall Number Four again, what do you think?"

Fu Jian said in a deep voice:
“I came here mainly for this.

“The Blade Beast has begun to advance to a Psychic. The existence of the Beast Speaker should be a threat to that bastard No. 4.

"He is just a loser and has no right to negotiate with us."

(End of this chapter)