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Moreover, there is no point in chasing down the army of monsters. Even if they wiped out the enemy in that war, they would be able to form a new army of monsters in less than half a day.

So Val would never give chase, even if the person who escaped was just someone he could easily get rid of.

But the problem now is that he has killed everyone, and if he wants to ask something, he can only focus his attention on the only survivor.

Maybe he could try to chase after him now. The other party was injured and would consume a lot of energy to repair his body. He probably didn't have the strength to run anymore.

Val couldn't help but sigh when he thought about how he accidentally killed all those guys who looked like villagers.

In his thinking and actions, there is no habit of leaving any survivors. The monsters will only roar and struggle meaninglessly. There is no point in leaving them alive. Those monsters will only waste the land they can stand on.

Anyway, there is not even a corpse left after death, and they are given a piece of dried meat for free. It tastes quite good when eaten with milk.

"It seems that this bad habit needs to be changed..." Val put away all the ladders, took a step forward, and stopped belatedly.

Just now, I was almost ready to leave and find Steve, completely forgetting about the tracking.

"Maybe I won't be able to change these habits until the end of my life."

Val broke his pace without hesitation, put the ladder back on and continued climbing, with no intention of looking back.

He was afraid that if he delayed for a while in going back to look for Steve, the other party would have completely escaped to who knows where.

If he had not seen what those guys looked like, he might not have taken this matter so seriously. However, after seeing those creatures that looked very similar to the villagers but could never be the same kind of people, the influence of being in a high position for a long time made him subconsciously alert.

Races have assimilation phenomena, and they may have different personalities, but they will maintain unified habits under the premise of the general direction, such as the unity of the villagers and the piglins' obsession with gold. The characteristics shown by those families will force him to feel hostility towards this newly emerged species.

Because they seem to be full of aggression, don't care about their companions, and don't have much unity.

Even if Steve told him that one square in hell was equal to ten squares on the ground, based on the roads they had walked through before, the other race was only a few tens of thousands of squares away from them at most.

This sounds exaggerated, but with the expansion and improvement of transportation, there will be a clash between the villagers and that race sooner or later. What he has to do is to investigate the details of the race before the clash happens, or strangle them in the cradle without any mercy before the other party develops.

There is also the establishment of diplomatic relations with the Piglins. If they want to develop hell traffic in hell according to Steve's plan, then there is no way they can bypass the largest indigenous people here.

...This aspect is not his responsibility. Either Steve will handle it, or Xiao Shi...

After the war, the senior management structure of the villagers underwent a complete reshuffle. Village One remained in that position and no qualified successor was found for the time being, so he ran away. Village Three, Village Seven, and Village Eight died in the battle, and Village Five's whereabouts were unknown. Village Four and Village Six found a successor like him. Village Nine and Village Ten remained the same, but in fact, the people in their positions had also been replaced.

After the war ended, more than half of the villagers with the top ten titles were killed or injured. In addition, the war was over and other policies needed to be developed, which made them change the responsibility they had to bear.

Village One is still responsible for the leadership of the entire village, ensuring that the development of the village will not get out of control in the end. Steve does not have much contact with him. After all, when there is a war, Steve is on the battlefield, and when there is no war, Steve is in the mine or running around outside.

Village No. 2...is responsible for leading the entire village's army and is mainly responsible for foreign wars.

Village Three is responsible for internal patrols, maintaining daily order and enacting new laws.

Village Four is responsible for the research and development of equipment, as well as the supply of weapons. They... Village Two and him often have handovers.

Village Five is responsible for all statistical data, such as registering martyrs, carrying out tomb maintenance, and the expenditure and harvest of each war.

Village Six was in charge of the mine. That guy had wanted to snatch the heir from him at the beginning, and he said with confidence that since that guy was discovered in the mine, he should just go with him. But he was beaten by him and was convinced.

Murashichi was responsible for drawing the map outside the city.

Village Eight is responsible for the distribution and control of blocks within the city.

Murakami is responsible for the development of the farm and the research of the emerging redstone technology.

Village Ten was originally responsible for finding other lost villagers and relocating them back safely. Now it can be considered as doing diplomacy, so it is most appropriate to give such a task to him. Recently, other villagers are not as eloquent as him.

Steve can talk, but he usually just talks nonsense and can talk nonsense to the extreme.

He had not gotten far up the ladder, had not yet reached the wall, when he looked up and saw what looked like something falling.

It was the guy who had escaped. He was tied to the ground tightly by ropes made of black substance. His limbs were tied tightly and his mouth was covered with a black material that looked like both cloth and rubber.

Val calmly took out his weapon because he keenly heard something moving on the ground.

Even if the behavior of the attacker who did not appear was helping himself, who knows if it was an indiscriminate attack.

So he kept his nerves tense at all times and slowly looked towards the source of the sound.

Because he was not sure whether his quick turn would anger the source of the sound. At least until this moment, the other party was still moving slowly. He wanted to pretend that he did not notice the other party in order to dispel the other party's doubts.

But things did not go as smoothly as he expected. Perhaps his action had stimulated the other party. Even such a slow turn of the head might be seen as a high-profile action in the other party's eyes, because the sounds made by the other party had become rapid and even disorganized.

He suddenly turned around and took out a new shield from his backpack. If those plunderers who were fighting hard saw this scene, they would probably understand that their previous struggles were nothing but meaningless one-sided games.

Even Val occasionally does something entertaining.

But with the pain in his wrist and the sound of the shield, he also saw the true face of the attacker.

...a big black stain?

He looked at the thing stuck to his shield in disbelief.

Then I saw the black stain gather into a round ball and roll on the ground. Some white steam came out of the black ball, and it was slightly red.

"Doc?"

He put down his weapon without hesitation and showed his kindness.

He still had an impression of this little guy and was not worried about any misunderstanding, because the other party's appearance could only be something outside this world. There would not be such a round thing in this world through natural development. There never was in the past, there never is now, and there never will be in the future.

Doc, who was a little angry because his hug was intercepted, immediately burst into tears when he heard the other party's familiar call.

Then she just started crying for a while and then stopped abruptly.

As an artificial intelligence that is a machine rather than a bionic human, the tears squeezed out by crying are liquid cooling water in its body. Doc usually absorbs these tears back while crying to ensure recycling. It doesn't matter if he wastes a little bit at ordinary times, as he can always accurately capture the water molecules in the air for replenishment.

But it is so dry here that there are no water molecules in the air. What's worse is that if any water comes out, it will be evaporated immediately.

So it could only hold back its tears in a depressed mood.

Val squatted down and reached out to pick up the little ball and put it on his shoulder. Feeling the soft touch on his palm, he couldn't help but poke it a few times. "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be following the ghost?"

When this topic was brought up, the little girl on the opposite side who was trying hard to hold back her tears because she didn't want to waste water burst into tears.

Large amounts of water, like tears, illogically spilled from the ball of eyes whose eyelids were invisible, and instantly evaporated into the air without leaving any trace.

The situation was not stopped until the water stored in Doc was about to fall below the standard usage.

"Doc was abandoned by unidentified persons in an extremely brutal manner. This unidentified person forcibly trampled on other people's property, which is an illegal and criminal act!" Little Tuanzi complained aggrievedly. As a robot under the command of a big chaebol, he naturally remembered such basic legal terms by heart.

"Unidentified person?" Val grasped the key point. He was not worried about the ghost's safety. After all, Steve once hinted that the ghost's strength was even stronger than before he lost control of the world. There was no point in worrying.

"Yes." Doc bounced on his shoulder, rather discontentedly. "The guy with the burning head isn't in Doc's records, so he's an unknown person."

Val immediately remembered who the unidentified person was, but he did not choose to disrupt the other party's narration. Instead, he continued to listen patiently.

"Doc was very patiently following the ghost because it was so hot here. The ghost loved to soak in the lava, but Doc couldn't. He would die if he soaked in the lava."

The other party began to talk a lot of seemingly unimportant things. It seemed that the person who created him did not teach him how to repeat what he had encountered in a concise and clear tone... Maybe he taught him, but it was meaningless, so Doc finally followed the ghost.

"So, that unidentified person picked up Doc and said in a very aggressive tone, 'Tony Stark's things? They're not important. What's important is to stay away from us. Nothing likes to feel watched, and you have absolutely no right to do so.' Then they marked me with a long golden spear."

When Doc said this, he used a recording, which completely reproduced the cell man's bad voice and tone and attitude, so much so that Val couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

"Then Doc flew so far away at a speed that it was impossible to record. By the time Doc realized what was happening, he was no longer in the right place. The surrounding terrain was nothing like anything I had seen before."

"Then how did you find me?" Val had to interrupt the other party because according to the way the other party described it, it would probably involve a series of unrelated things that would make people drowsy.

"Doc used a locating device."

"?" Val thought he had heard wrongly and stared at the little ball on his shoulder who didn't notice anything wrong.

Doc thought the other party didn't understand the meaning of the positioning device, so he added a few simple and clear words. "It uses special equipment to locate you and know your exact location."

“…When was it implanted?”

"I activated the location when we first met."

"why?"

"To prevent accidents." The little dumpling answered fluently with an aggrieved tone, not realizing what he was doing at all.

443 Cell Man still has a long way to go

Val carefully dragged the immobilized plunderer with the little ball in his hand through the dark alleys.

Val's movements were truly rough, his only kindness being to leave the man lying face-up on the ground. He seemed to have completely ignored the wound on his man's abdomen, and as he moved, he treated the man he was holding as if he were alive. He let his man's head and back rub against the ground, occasionally bumping into debris around corners, leaving him with bruises and bloodied faces.

If it weren't for the little robot in Val's hand that occasionally issued emotional warnings of "Beep, beep, vital signs decreasing--", which softened Val's rough movements for a while, and the fucked-up blood volume calculation rules in this world, perhaps this predator leader who thought he was so powerful would really have died here in such a cowardly way.

He dragged the half-dead, unconscious leader of the raiders, who was barely maintaining his vital signs, and did not dare to wander around on the street.

"Doc believes that mistreating prisoners is wrong..."

Doc shook twice in Val's hand with great elasticity. The black ball drooped down in accordance with gravity, and then bounced back to its original shape with a sound.

It said this with no confidence, like a deflated balloon saying this with its last remaining breath.

If the corpse lying on the ground had not groaned a few times after bumping into something, and if Val had not had an indifferent expression from beginning to end, it would not have dared to take the risk to remind him.

Because it had experienced Val's anger firsthand, it implanted a tracking system in Val without him realizing it, which was an uncomfortable move for Val. It felt that the other party must not have learned the word respect.

But the other party looked unconscious, so he couldn't get too angry. Perhaps the little robot couldn't realize that this was wrong, so he ignored the little robot's objection, grabbed the little ball in his palm, swung it a few times, and then slammed it to the ground with a bang.

He watched the other party pretend to be dizzy and rolled on the ground twice. Val's anger, which was not very high to begin with, subsided just like that. He calmly pulled the soft little ball flat.

Then he calmly stated his warning.

"I hope there won't be a next time."

A small robot that was struggling to survive under Green felt creepy because it had seen Green bend down with a smile on his face and warn the other party in a calm tone.

Then, in the next breach of contract, he still snapped his fingers with a smile and ignited the other party, burning them to ashes.

After doing all this, Green looked at Doc meaningfully, his mouth opening and closing without any sound, only devilish flames coming out.

But Doc understood that the other party was saying that to warn him.

"There won't be a next time."

The object of its former warning lay quietly on the ground, with only a handful of ashes to prove its existence.

Val didn't notice his abnormality. After all, it was too difficult to analyze anything from an expressionless, black ball.

If it weren't here, maybe it could be done.

So Val only thought that his unilateral teaching worked, just like on the battlefield, he taught those new recruits who had just entered the battlefield, using gentle tone and cruel means to tell them little by little how to survive on the battlefield.

Almost every recruit was ravaged by him, even Steve was no exception.

But when Steve was beaten, he would scream and talk dirty. Even if he was tied up in the air with a rope, it couldn't stop his naughty and annoying mouth from talking.

The most leisurely time after returning from the battlefield was probably when they chewed potatoes and watched Steve screaming while hanging in the air with a rope, and then smiled at each other with telepathy.

Although they were all friends and they respected Steve from the bottom of their hearts, if they missed this grand scene that was widely circulated in the army, then their military career would be a failure.

Wait, so what does the other party mean by not mistreating prisoners?

Was he abusing his captives?

Val lowered his head and thought hard for a while, but he didn't feel that his behavior could be considered as such. He even felt that he had been treated with some privilege.

"Why do you think I'm mistreating my captives? I've been as gentle as I can be."

The word "prisoner" was too far away from him. There was no such option in war. Not even corpses were left in war, let alone prisoners.

The only time he received a prisoner was at the end of the war, and he knew very well that the guy had been completely twisted and burned to ashes.

What he was doing now was just a bit of rough treatment. As long as the other person didn't die, it was fine. He didn't try to distort the other person's mind, nor did he intend to burn the other person to ashes. How could it be considered abuse?

Val didn't understand.

Completely incomprehensible.

Doc: "..."

If the plunderer leader lying unconscious on the ground could wake up, he might shed tears and accuse the other party of abuse, but he couldn't.

Because he lost, he didn't even have the ability to complain about being abused.

Doc had run out of topics to talk about, so he just let the other party drag the half-dead unfortunate guy, and let him behave like an ordinary ball. Although in this world where there are no round shapes, its appearance is already the most shocking thing.

Such a strange combination, moving around in the shadows.

"A - a beautiful city." The cell man stood in the distance and looked at the fortress with an exaggerated tone, but the sarcasm in his tone was almost coming out. Except for the ghost who would not think too much about it, probably no one believed that the cell was still praising the city sincerely.

“There is no stinking sewage, no flowing plague, no grotesque corpses, no wailing of the dying, no zombies, no blood, it is completely intact.”