Otherworld Girl Development Guide

"Unmanned underwater vehicle preparing..."

The highly automated Han-class submarines, after their modification, are equipped with many unmanned underwater vehicles, which are connected to the Han-class submarines via fiber optic cables, essentially serving as the eyes and ears of the Han-class underwater arsenal ship.

At this point, continuing to use the Han-class submarine to search for the enemy is too risky. If the Han-class is attacked by the enemy, the captain will have to be responsible for the lives of the 150 people on board.

"Unmanned underwater vehicle is ready..."

"emission..."

During the conversation, the vertical launch system on top of the Han-class submarine was activated. Underwater vertical launch systems have been used on submarines before, for example, for submarine-launched ballistic missiles, but this vertical launch module is smaller and there are more of them.

The vertical launch module opens, and the unmanned underwater vehicle is immediately launched from the launch tube. Then, under the control of the supercomputer inside the Han-class submarine, it flies in the surrounding directions. Each underwater vehicle is calculated by the computer to avoid the tail wires from getting tangled.

The propeller at the tail of the submersible churned up the seawater, sending it drifting into the deep sea.

"The underwater vehicle is 300 meters away..."

"The underwater vehicle is 400 meters away..."

"The underwater vehicle is 500 meters away..."

......

After the submersible was launched, it got further and further away from the Han-class submarine. Its active sonar system was activated, attempting to locate the hidden starfish civilization carrier ship.

Time ticked by, but the launched unmanned underwater vehicle did not send back any useful information. The Starfish Civilization's carrier ship was like a hunter lurking in the corner, making the captain uneasy.

"Captain..."

“Keep searching…” the captain said, while pondering in his mind where the enemy would be hiding.

However, after thinking it over, I still couldn't come up with a solution. The starfish civilization was more skilled in the deep sea than humans, and we didn't know much about the nearby hydrology or the seabed topography. If we wanted to find each other under these circumstances, it would be a contest of patience between the two sides, to see who would lose patience first.

Chapter 47 THE LAST OF US (Revised)

The sun rises as usual, and as it shines its light upon the third planet of the solar system, the Lighthouse Kingdom emerges from the long night into daylight.

The Boston area was also the region most severely affected by the "Great Flu" in the United States. Long stretches of barbed wire divided the entire city into several zones. National Guard members wearing gas masks and carrying M4 carbines rode in Humvees through "safe passages" between the barbed wire fences.

The government quickly locked down the entire city to prevent the "flu" from spreading to the outside world, while claiming that it was for the benefit of the majority of people, so it had to "limit the restrictions" on a small number of people.

The pressure is mounting. The United States doesn't need to solve the pressure; it only needs to deal with the people causing it. After all, the cost of its healthcare system is enormous. They lack the ability to solve problems, but they do have ways to make money under the guise of solving problems, and they are quite professional at it.

Inside the barbed wire fence, citizens infected with the "flu" coughed incessantly, while gunshots rang out intermittently within the quarantine zone...

In a rather dilapidated "genderless" apartment within the quarantine zone, a roommate stared in disbelief at her "companion," whose entire body was convulsing, whose brain was shaking like a rattle, and whose body was unnaturally contorted into a posture that no normal person could contort.

Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... The genderless person coughed incessantly, each cough expelling large amounts of yellow spore clusters from their mouth and nose.

"Oh my God... what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

The genderless vegan roommate looked at her Druid-minded roommate with concern while considering calling the hospital, but quickly abandoned the idea considering the current pressure on the hospital... The medical system in the Boston quarantine area has collapsed, and only the wealthy can get in.

"cough cough..."

My roommate, a Druid, was completely unresponsive, still coughing incessantly, his eyes rolling upwards... It was as if something was about to burst out of his swollen head, his skull deformed by the pressure inside, as if it might explode at any moment.

The skin of the body is covered with spores in many places, and some "mushrooms" have already grown out of the mushroom, making it look like an insect that is turning into a mushroom.

Clearly, this asexual vegan, a Druidic practitioner, was about to merge with nature, becoming one with it; countless spores erupted with each cough, filling the air...

What to do? The roommate was at a loss as to how to deal with this roommate who was completely at peace with nature. Boston's police and healthcare systems had collapsed.

In the end, all my roommate did was put the mushroom-grown druid into a trash bag and move it onto the street... The whole street was littered with discarded "corpses" and plastic bags, along with some humans infected with the plague and melting away. A strange odor filled the air, and tiny yellow spores were flying around...

After leaving his roommate on the street, the man quickly returned to his room, not daring to linger outside. Just as he was about to turn back, a street samurai from the United States approached him and, in a flash, shot him dead with a Hawk-style Iaijutsu. The samurai then searched the roommate's body, quickly found the key, glanced at the apartment, and headed towards it.

Although I don't know exactly which room it is, I'll find the right one if I try a few more times.

A day later, the genderless person covered in mushrooms suddenly opened his eyes in the garbage bag. After looking around blankly, he swayed and stood up from the garbage bag.

With a tooth-grinding, distorted sound, the already abnormally swollen head burst open, and a "crown" grew from inside the ruptured skin, from which countless clusters of spores were ejected.

He/She moved along the street with faltering steps, like a stroke patient with limited mobility, as if the pressure on his/her skull had no effect on him/her.

The gray matter and transparent fluid in the brain completely disappeared, leaving only "golden needles" emerging from the brain. What is even more terrifying is that "spherical" objects grow from the tips of these ejected spore clusters, which look like countless tiny "eyeballs" from a distance. These eyeballs can receive and "react" to external information and control the human body through the nervous system controlled by the fungus.

Simply put, the fungus has become the "driver" of the human body... The person controlled by the fungus staggers towards the end of the street, with countless spore clusters spraying onto the street behind him/her.

On the street, a homeless man infected with the Ebola virus inhaled the fungus. The fungus then faced a test, as the host seemed to be dying. In order to maintain the fungus's reproduction, it needed to find a way to fight the Ebola virus.

This scene played out repeatedly in the streets and alleys. More and more Spore People appeared in the Boston quarantine zone. They wandered the streets like zombies. In order to protect themselves, people had to take up guns and shoot these Spore People. Communities also fought each other for resources. The government just watched coldly, at least in their opinion that everything was under control.

I don't care what you think, I only care what I think, regardless of reality... Some "anti-intellectual groups" with no knowledge of virus prevention simply lack any common sense.

Meanwhile, in the dark corners of the Boston quarantine zone, countless drug addicts lay sprawled on the ground, fungi multiplying and fermenting within their bodies. Normally, fungi dislike the human body, but with human intervention, miracles can happen.

People were coughing everywhere. The Ebola virus and fungus were rampant, and those infected with the fungus had really turned into "zombies"!

The report was quickly delivered to Trump's desk. Trump stared at the report in disbelief and roared:

"Sir, is this a movie shoot? Our people are turning into zombies?! We need to find a way to solve this problem immediately!!!"

"We don't have a better solution for this fungus yet; commonly used antifungal drugs are ineffective against it..."

Trump fell silent instantly. He really wanted to strangle these virus experts. If the United States couldn't control these zombies... then it might really be the end of the United States.

"Please tell me, what is the best course of action for us right now?!"

"My King, the wall! We need more walls!"

Chapter 48 The Decaying Nation (Revised)

"A wall...more walls!"

The assistant's suggestion surprised Trump: more walls?

"By isolating those who are infected, we can protect the remaining uninfected people. We are doing this for the freedom of those who are not infected..."

Seemingly in an attempt to persuade Trump, the assistant began to explain in detail the benefits of the wall.

"...Furthermore, even those who are infected can still be protected and kept safe after being isolated. We can also add more services, such as blood disease insurance. If a person who has the disease has purchased insurance, they will receive insurance money to ensure that the patient receives the best treatment..."

"...As long as the citizens know that building the wall is for their own good, that's enough. This is something only developed countries can do..."

The King nodded. The question was whether building a wall within the city would affect the citizens' access to oil...

"...We can also send those infected patients to Kangaroo. As long as the number of patients in the country goes down, the approval rating will naturally go up. Just think about those votes!"

The word "vote" became the final blow to Trump. As long as those infected with the blood plague "left," then there would be no more infected people.

Trump straightened his red tie, thought about the ballots, and said with a hint of worry, "The fungus has spread, and citizens are currently hoarding guns and ammunition, and building doomsday fortresses in their homes..."

"My esteemed King, everything has two sides. Putting aside the facts, doing this will boost GDP; at least our pharmaceutical industry is thriving under the stimulus of viruses and fungi..."

Ultimately, the ballots convinced Trump that in the United States, only those citizens who didn't vote deserved to be called "citizen lords," while those who did vote... were just a bunch of troublemakers.

Three days later, several quarantine zones were built in Boston, dividing the entire area into three zones—mild, moderate, and severe—based on the degree of infection.

The 10-meter-high isolation wall is made of steel structure with a semi-transparent wire mesh installed on the surface. At the top of the wall, there are sentry posts patrolled by a hired security team, and the surface is covered with a 5mm bulletproof material.

Light machine guns were installed along key transportation routes for fire support, while quadcopters provided auxiliary firepower in the air...

Security guards in dark uniforms stared intently at citizens trying to approach the barrier wall, identifying them by their physical condition. If a citizen was found to be severely infected, they would be stripped of their "human status" and shot without hesitation.

In less than a week, the US quarantined the entire city of Boston at an extraordinary speed, which shows how great the power of money is.

It is divided into three areas from the outside in. The innermost area is full of severely ill patients infected with blood plague and fungi. There are almost no normal people here.

In the most critical area, government agencies, hospitals, police, and other institutions were all evacuated, leaving only critically ill patients.

A gust of wind blew by, and the garbage in the streets and alleys swayed in the wind. Some torn newspapers were blown by the wind, and the headline of the newspaper read, "This is not a blood plague, it is just a new flu."

As night fell, in the heart of Boston, the U.S. military cut off the power supply, reasoning that a group of "living dead" who couldn't afford their electricity bills weren't worth their continued "investment."

Ah...ah...a few mournful cries echoed through the night sky. They were crows that occasionally flew by, landing on the high ground of the surrounding buildings, their dark eyes fixed on the corners of the street.

In the hardest-hit areas, people huddled together in community units for warmth. Without electricity, these "freed" individuals had to search for fuel everywhere.

In a corner unlit by the streetlights, strange sounds drifted out, intermittent like a child sobbing, then turning into a continuous low growl upon closer listening... Only the screams of tormented souls suffering in hell could rival such sounds.

Initially, some people wanted to investigate, but after several people went missing, no one dared to risk their lives anymore.

Some "fungus carriers" with heads swollen beyond recognition wander aimlessly through the alleys, spreading the fungus they carry... From a distance, they look as if they are wearing strange hats on their heads.

These caps are covered with tiny spore clusters. They are blind, but sensitive to vibrations and will instinctively manipulate infected humans to move toward the direction of the vibration.

The once bustling streets are now in a state of disrepair, with rows of dilapidated, sloping roofs forming a jagged, bizarre skyline. Above this stands the spire of an old church, its top broken for unknown reasons, giving it an eerie and terrifying appearance.

Inside the church, the clergy had long since left this "forsaken place" of God...

The upscale areas have fallen into disrepair; the once-glorious streets are now uneven and cluttered, but the air of superiority still lingers, hidden by numerous green belts.

Apart from the buildings and some infrastructure, this area cannot be associated with the word "civilization" at all. It is as if it has returned to the most ancient human society, except that the weapons used are no longer stones and bows and arrows.

Under the streetlights on both sides of the street, there were "corpses" lying on the ground everywhere. These people were often drug addicts with low immunity. The safe injection center did not want them. Arman and his group were helpless in the face of blood plague and fungus, and were often the first wave of people abandoned.

Cries of agony rose and fell as the Obola virus eroded their bodies. Their immune antibodies were completely unresponsive to the virus, especially among some HIV addicts, where the virus wreaked havoc within their bodies.

These frail patients quickly lost consciousness under the attack of Ebola, with only instinct remaining to maintain bodily functions. However, under the attack of Ebola, their internal organs melted and they slowly lost their breath... becoming a semi-fluid exuding a putrid smell.

These semi-fluids quickly attracted the attention of the spore carriers. Fungi also need nutrients. In order to allow the infected human body to live as long as possible, the infected patient lay on the body of the dead. The slender hyphae slowly emerged from the cap on the head and pierced into the body of the dead, like butterflies sucking nectar, feeding on their remains, making a sound like drinking soup.

Boston has fallen, and the US is dumping critically ill patients from all over the country into this death city.

In this country, only the strong deserve to live!

Chapter 49 South Gate Part 2 (Revised)

In a conference room at the Rabbit Political Center, the Rabbit elders silently watched the high-resolution images sent back by the satellite.

In the high-definition footage, the entire city of Boston is completely sealed off, with layers of security both inside and outside.

Every day, trucks marked "biohazardous materials" deliver "goods" to the inside of the Boston perimeter wall.

The isolation wall is covered with high-powered searchlights and various sensors; any attempt to climb over the wall will be met with immediate and deadly shooting.

"They're raising a poisonous insect!"

With so many people crammed into such a small area, the viruses cross-infect each other, and each person is a "petition dish." Although the chance of mutating into a highly threatening strain is low, the sheer number of people means who knows what might emerge.

"We need to bring the Ebola virus under control quickly..."