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"Maria, you're here." The little girl called Mahjong looked at Maria in surprise. She paused for a moment, then said, "Why haven't you shown up lately? And the 'Cursed Children' who you used to play with haven't appeared either. I thought you had been captured by the men in black."

“How could that be? Those bastards in black won’t be able to catch me even in three hundred years!” Maria said excitedly, hands on her hips. “We’ve been studying with our teacher every day lately and haven’t even had time to cook.”

"Teacher? Studying??" Mahjong was stunned again: "And if we don't go to the city to get food, what have you been eating these past few days?"

“Of course it’s from the teacher!” Maria said matter-of-factly. “The meals are always hot and super delicious. Miss Octopus’s cooking is amazing.”

"You guys cook for yourselves?" Mahjong was stunned for the third time today: "You guys actually cook for yourselves??"

“Of course, it’s easy. If it’s just rice, all you need is rice, a pot, and a fire. Even if you don’t have a pot, you can use some stone bowls.” Maria looked at the mahjong with a strange expression: “You guys still don’t know how to cook rice, do you?”

Mahjong: "Um... I guess so."

She was clearly unsure.

Maria burst into laughter, as if she had won a victory.

Seeing this, Zhongli felt it was about time. He took two steps forward and came to the side of the little girl with long, straight black hair, who was called Mahjong. He half-squatted down and stood facing the little girl.

"Hello, Mahjong. Hmm, perhaps I should address you by your full name?" Zhongli greeted him calmly, "My name is Zhongli, and I am also the teacher that Maria mentioned."

"Teacher?" Mahjong took two steps back warily, but surprisingly, she didn't feel too much wariness towards the adult in front of her.

Her inner intuition told her that the adult in front of her was not someone who would harm her, and was even someone she could absolutely trust.

Her genes told her this.

Mahjong's expression changed slightly as he turned to look at his many friends behind him.

None of the cursed children showed the slightest impatience or disgust towards the adult who called himself "Zhongli".

Even Miho, who used to hate adults the most, didn't show any disgust towards the person in front of her, which really puzzled her.

“So-called teacher.” Zhongli glanced at the girl in front of him, then stood up and gestured for the cursed children to follow.

“I will be the one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and averts disaster. I will teach you the abilities to survive in this devastated world filled with malice and fear. At the same time, I will teach you your mind, so that you may know the correct worldview, values, and outlook on life.”

"This is about teaching and imparting knowledge."

Listening to Zhongli's calm voice and following his slow steps, the newly arrived cursed children did not hesitate much, and almost none of them fell behind.

The children followed Zhongli into their secret underground garage.

Looking at the strange array of supplies around them, the neat and clean beds and cabinets, and the personal items placed on their own tables—some neat and clean dolls, others cute teddy bear pillows—all the little girls who had come along showed expressions of envy.

Although they might not lack food, their comfortable living environment was something each of them envied.

"Did you make all of these yourselves?" Mahjong couldn't help but ask.

“Of course. They did it all themselves,” Zhong Li replied.

"Of course we did it all ourselves. Although Teacher Zhongli helped a little, we are now super awesome." Maria proudly raised her head.

"If you want, I can teach you." Zhongli gazed calmly at the girl in front of him [Mahjong].

“I am just a teacher, so don’t worry about what I might do to you. I know that the cursed children are a sensitive group, so the trust between us can be built on a long-term foundation.”

"I am confident that I can establish a relationship of mutual trust with you within a month."

"Hmm..." Mahjong looked at everything in the underground parking garage with some confusion.

To be honest, their small team also lived in a dilapidated, unfinished building. The interior of the building, which was supposed to provide shelter from the wind and rain, often leaked.

Not to mention such soft and fluffy blankets and bedding, there aren't many clean cotton quilts either.

Clearly, Zhongli's suggestion has already caused some of the "cursed children" in the mahjong team to start getting restless.

Even children who are wary of adults felt that since Maria and the others had been learning from this teacher for half a month without any problems, then there shouldn't be any problems.

"And you? What are you thinking?" Zhongli glanced at the mahjong tiles beside him.

The little girl with long, straight black hair pursed her lips and nodded slightly to Zhong Li: "Then I'll leave it to you, teacher."

“Leave it to me,” Zhongli replied calmly.

.....

This wasn't the last time they came into contact with this group of cursed children. In just a few days, several other groups of cursed children had also come into contact with Zhongli's elementary school.

Within days, Zhongli's underground parking garage was divided into school dormitories for about a hundred cursed children.

For Zhong Li, it was not difficult to educate these students in a way that suited their individual needs.

On the twentieth day, in this small school, as Zhongli had envisioned, a small group of members finally began the second phase of their studies.

That is, the achievements of human civilization during the first industrial revolution were refined and distributed by Zhongli to these "cursed children".

In addition, as the number of students increased, Zhongli also began to teach them about weapons in advance.

Although Zhongli didn't know the exact date when the city's ruling class would react, so many homeless, cursed children were already inevitably going to suffer.

Whether as experimental subjects or as a supplement to the police force, these cursed children are extremely useful resources.

When a small group gathers enough of these resources, the hunting dogs in the city will naturally not let go of this expensive food.

Those little girls might not understand, but Zhongli understood it perfectly.

They even understand their thoughts better than the people themselves.

As the saying goes, noble people are noble in their own way, but greedy people are all basically the same.

These greedy adults will not repent even if the world has ended.

...

On the fifteenth day after the start of the second phase, Zhongli first divided all the children into two groups.

First, there were ordinary children whose special factors made them unsuitable for combat, or who simply didn't enjoy fighting. Zhongli then proceeded to teach them the various knowledge and principles that spanned from the First Industrial Revolution to the Second Industrial Revolution, as planned.

Subsequently, Zhongli selected dozens of children whose combat abilities clearly outweighed their academic abilities.

Zhongli did not teach them how to make civilian industrial goods or how to make goods that improve living standards.

During these ten days, he taught these special girls how to make automatic rifles, high explosives, and many other military equipment in the mornings; in the afternoons, they learned about urban warfare and modern special operations.

The time spent working overtime at night is used for personal physical training, giving them physical fitness far exceeding that of ordinary people. Combined with their special abilities, these young women are naturally the perfect recruits for modern special operations.

However, in modern society after the apocalypse, most countries' enemies have become Gastrea, which wreak havoc on their own land, making this tactic increasingly obsolete.

The world's knowledge is becoming increasingly complex and cutting-edge.

Half a month was enough time for Zhongli to impart all the essence of the pre-First Industrial Revolution era to the little girls in front of him, but when it came to the technologies between the First and Second Industrial Revolutions, half a month was only enough to explain less than a third of them.

As for modern military knowledge, this is only scratching the surface.

However, this level is already sufficient.

For combat personnel, they do not need to memorize all the parameters and principles of all weapons; what they need is the ability to seize opportunities in battle and execute tactics.

It's clear that these little girls are always excellent at following orders.

Even though the tasks Zhongli assigned them were dangerous, they didn't complain at all; instead, they carried them out with great enthusiasm.

Time passed by quickly, little by little.

About a month after Zhongli appeared in this underground parking garage, the garage, which now housed approximately three hundred cursed children, had become as bustling as a market, and its original desolate appearance was no longer visible.

More than 300 beds of similar size and spacing were arranged together, which was quite a sight. In addition, there were wardrobes, basins and other items that everyone had.

In addition, the industrial products, such as lathes, that were originally placed there were also removed, and the underground garage has been turned into a huge dormitory.

Every evening, hundreds of little girls chatter and play together, jumping and talking, creating a lovely scene.

On the surface, the ruined city cluster that was originally centered around this underground parking garage has also been partially altered.

Small chemical plants, small machine shops, small steel mills, small...

The various small factories, simply converted from ruins, make it seem as if this place is being built into a tiny industrial city.

There is even a small meeting room and a large open-air conference center available.

Today marks exactly one month since Zhongli came into this world.

In a secret meeting room on the sixth floor of the ruined building, thirty cursed children, specially selected by Zhongli as the combat unit, gathered and sat to Zhongli's left.

"Everyone." Zhong Li stood at the top of the conference room and glanced at the thirty little girls sitting there.

The language, however, is plain and sincere.

"This is the first month since we met."

"Everyone, I am very happy to meet you all, and I want to stay with you all forever."

"However, unfortunately, not everyone in this city thinks this way."

Zhongli's words immediately caused a stir, but the little girls here had experienced a lot and had seen many big scenes.

So everyone only made a commotion for a few seconds before all eyes were drawn to Zhongli.

"Students, you should also know how the 'cursed child' lived in the ruins before I appeared."

"Damp ground, cold fire, daily food supplies not guaranteed, mind empty, unable to do multiplication tables beyond one to ten."

"This is what the cursed child's daily life is like."

"After the self appeared, and after the self brought those knowledge of the ordinary world, everyone changed their appearance."

"Even if life isn't wonderful, at least here, everyone can be human, and not labeled as 'cursed children'."

Zhong Li spoke in a very simple manner, and even his attitude in communicating made it seem as if he were on the same level as everyone present.

"Yes."

"Teacher Zhongli is such a kind person."

"Teacher Zhongli, I want to give birth to spiders for you!!! A whole nest."

A jumble of noises filled the small conference room.

Zhongli coughed twice, which stopped the various chaotic noises.

He first responded to each of the children who spoke with a slight smile, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Of course, these things might be tolerable, but... everyone should understand this."

"There is only one thing that we cannot avoid at all."

"Those are what everyone calls -- government security personnel in black."