"...For forty years, the population of Frost Plated hasn't changed at all, but in reality, the older generation of Natural People either chose to leave or died. Our new generation of Customized People has never derived any emotions from this Society and family."

Kalem said:

"Although, for those from the Outer World, we barely count as moderately well-off, our spiritual world is utterly empty, and besides corporations and nations, we don't know what else we are living for."

Everything seemed to become worse.

Kalem's words left the white-haired woman in silence for a long time.

How should she reprimand the other party? Or should she question their statement?

Even if she tried her hardest to prove their life is much better than in the Outer World, it would only further alienate their understanding.

Long ago, she realized that the Four Nations people never considered the Suffering of the Outer World to be terrifying. The more she said it, the more curiosity they would have, even considering going to the Outer World or the White Plum Army controlled areas in search of true love.

Rather than causing Calamity to the Outer World, it was better to let him fantasize here.

The woman held her cup, now realizing that forty years have passed too long.

People living in this era were simply unable to obtain any supplementation from family or social relationships. They rely on corporate and societal credit to maintain relationships, no inheritance, no legacy, even culture has become meaningless.

'Did David Lyn do the right thing?'

The woman supported her forehead with one hand, her fingers weaving through her hair, brushing back, her gaze complex.

Blindly pursuing equality has made everyone uniform.

For those unwilling to conform to the crowd, is this also equality?

But thinking this way seems so strange — if all are equal, then none are equal.

So, equality = inequality?

The woman fell silent; she didn't know how to refute the other party.

"Maybe from the very beginning, humans shouldn't have come into Contact with technology."

The woman sighed, a complex expression surfaced in her purple eyes:

"Humans evolved over millions of years from apes to humans. Technology appeared for just a few thousand years, transforming from stone tools to nuclear weapons, even modifying humans."

Kalem was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

"After President David Lyn came to power, he lifted all technological research restrictions on Frost Plated."

The woman glanced at the other:

"Frost Plated solved its conflicts with technology, but this brought about the transformation of the entire Frost Plated Ethnicity. Whether this is good or bad... I'm just a polytechnic graduate, I'm not qualified to say."

A gentle breeze lifted her white short hair; she instinctively looked around and said:

"It's just that, rather than saying humans are delving into technology, it's more accurate to say humans are being enslaved and dominated by technology."

She squinted, perceiving something in the void.

"Lord Entropy's celestial dome descended sensing technological advancement, the Mingji Humanity's human experiments were also for technology, and even Frost Plated's current transformation leading to a spiritual famine is closely linked to technology."

She stood up, the cold wind sweeping through the cafeteria, sending her already disordered hair flying. The woman's purple pupils constricted, and the blood in her entire body instantly solidified.

Crunch, crunch—

The frost instantly spread across the earth, just moments ago lively chatting workers and diners were now frozen together with the ground, and even their breaths turned into dry ice.

The bitter cold swept in from the Outer World, the hot furnace fires suspended in mid-air, appearing unbelievably magical and enchanting.

Boom, boom, boom!

The blood surged rapidly within her body, the woman blinked, frost-covered eyelashes shedding ice and snow, her pupils refocusing.

The capillaries necrotized by the cold rapidly healed, even brain cells shattered by ice were fully repaired, they regenerated tenaciously, even the frostbite and bruises on the surface all regenerated and healed.

"Ugh ah!"

The woman shook her hair, clenched her fists, her muscles continuously stretching and contracting, after several rounds of activity and regeneration, her muscle cells gradually adapted to the ultra-low temperature environment, restoring motor function.

"Is this the cold wave from the Outer World, did the protective barrier shut down? No, it's more than that."

The woman straightened her body, moving forward against the wind pressure step by step with difficulty, she tore open her collar, actively embracing the frost.

The howling wind tore at her body, the blizzard and sandstorm came together, madly ripping her scalp and skin, every time the icy blades and snow swords cut open her skin, the adapted skin would regenerate in the next second, gradually forming a layer of semi-transparent keratin.

In the Purgatory of calamity and frost, her body toughened, constantly dying, constantly evolving in the cold, until nearly achieving immortality.

Her steps became faster and faster, finally completely overcoming the biting cold wind, she began to run in big strides. Ignoring saving her nearby co-workers, she quickly rushed out of the cafeteria, everywhere was filled with lifelike ice sculptures in sight.

She looked up, the red-black celestial dome hung low in oppression, an indescribable suffocating feeling rose from her frozen heels, like an ice cone piercing straight into the brain.

This height...

The woman's gaze was incomparably heavy.

"The artificial sun and barrier... have been swallowed by Ersha's canopy."

This is no coincidence. Having wandered in the Outer World for so many years after graduation, she naturally understood what this represented.

Sigh...

Under the canopy of eternal night, swarms of locusts-like agitation slowly emerged. An ancient, supreme, unquestionable powerful force descended instantly upon the earth.

The curtain of white sand and snow was grandly unveiled, and the dark blue and purple-red fantastical splendor, like the aurora, refreshed the world.

"Here it comes."

The woman glanced around, and a frozen engineering mecha came into view. She stepped forward, elbowing its hand.

Boom!

The lightless, muffled thunder quickly rolled through the Ersha clouds, countless twisted red and black substances instantly fell from the sky, devouring the light and darkness.

The alloy corroded and then quickly degraded, ultimately unable to leave even atoms behind.

The protein turned to carbon powder in an instant, engulfed in the Ersha torrent.

Everything on the ground was swiftly cleansed.

Devour heaven and earth.

No, they were not plundering but reclaiming what was inherently theirs.

No matter where the universe originated, its end was long destined.

The endless Ersha danced like fireflies, gradually dimming after completing a round of purification over the Underground City.

Yet destruction is by no means an end.

〖The long night persists, while the earth surges with waves, resembling fish pursuing their prey, the firmament quaking, akin to dragon roars and tiger growls.〗

In the dim world, only the dark blue and vermilion auroras expanded outward without limit.

Beneath the auroras, a group of kneeling and praying phantoms slowly emerged. They had no fixed posture, simply reciting and praising unknown existences like members of the choir of The Church, with voices echoing directly in the depths of consciousness, contaminating the soul and mind of all beings every moment. It seeped into the subconscious network, continuously spreading and expanding.

Those verses difficult to understand, ancient and desolate, obscure and unintelligible, called forth wave after wave of astonishing phenomena.

Unknowingly, from within the antiquity and historical years, among the endless dust of the entire planet, chaotic consciousness gathered aimlessly at this moment, the chaos constantly agitating, forming coherent wavelengths—wavelengths of consciousness.

〖Gloom and brightness not invigorated, hard to discern far and near, frost soil cracks, dead air floating alive, billions upon billions of vast corridors suddenly lost their torrents.〗

These wavelengths accelerated from natural phenomena, directly evolving into living beings, unrestrainedly worshipping the supreme Sovereign.

More ancient than the ancient, awaiting beyond the point where the concept of history was born, beyond the end of the future.

〖All cosmic phenomena, Rong Yinghao Entropy!〗

Beyond the auroras, bizarre figures gradually emerged, remarkably similar to the previously swallowed Frost Plated Workers, yet without exception, displaying distinctly inhuman traits.

They did not walk but floated in midair, their hollow bodies filled with Ersha substances, drifting unconsciously in the sky, wherever they touched, quickly corroding and disintegrating. When light touched them, even the light itself was absorbed, instantly absorbing any energy.

Their posture was by no means one of destroying all, but like subjects reclaiming everything for their lord, taking away everything from the Azure Star with a disdainful attitude.

Clang!

A massive engineering wrench struck fiercely onto the snow, and the force of the Raiding Pathway instantly poured into it, opening an invisible protective force field, blocking the Ersha aura from the surroundings.

"I've been out for so long, just started on my first day, and encountered this kind of thing."

The woman, leaning on a wrench disproportionately large to her body, ran her fingers through her hair with her other hand, and sighed:

"The Apostle of Entropy has already reached here, it looks like the Azure Star can't hold on much longer—five months? Or three months? Whatever."

She glanced at the cafeteria buried in the snow behind her; the earlier Ersha torrent hadn't swept over there, merely freezing it.

—"I've heard that people in the Outer World are very free, everyone lives a carefree life, men and women can have all sorts of relationships and take care of each other, is that true?"

Kalem's words floated to mind.

"In a sense, this is also getting what you asked for. You longed for the freedom of the Outer World, and hasn't it come? Haha, but freedom always comes at a price."

The woman laughed as she looked up, then lowered her gaze, her purple eyes flashing cold brilliance:

"The 'Undead Rose' Nomi Anderson Guesette."

She lifted the nearly five-meter-high massive wrench, wielding it effortlessly like a branch.

"These old bones of mine are sturdier than those young lads and gals."

She carried the giant wrench, beckoned to the Apostles of Entropy in the sky, grinning, revealing still-sharp shark-like teeth:

"Come, let's have a go, you (Civilization Frost Plating)."

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