"There are approximately 2,000 civilian prisoners, mercenaries, and Apprentice Death Gods totaling 50 people."

"What an astonishing number..."

Looking at the utopian-like beautiful enclave before her, Yun You was sincerely shocked.

This was not only because the degree of harmony in the enclave was rarely seen in the world—not to mention the Floating Island Prison, even Nest City couldn't find such a cozy home—but also because the number of people in the enclave was overly exaggerated.

Yun You remembered that although the Floating Island was large, the number of prisoners wasn't considered high; as of last month's statistics, there were just over 4,000 people.

However, Mokaka's camp accommodated nearly half of the population, and there were even quite a few children...

This was truly surprising.

"Although most of the prisoners in the Floating Island have committed serious crimes, they are still human, with normal emotions and emotional needs."

Tian En pointed to a couple soothing a baby to sleep, murmuring, "Whether voluntary or involuntary, hundreds of babies are born on the Floating Island every year."

"But as you know, in this prison, being weak is the original sin, and newborn babies and mothers who have just given birth are the weakest existences, so in the past they often struggled to survive, especially babies... Usually, as soon as they are born, they are targeted by the War Gang, and then become the feast of the thugs."

"Only a very few lucky ones can rely on luck and their parents' protection to barely survive."

"But the arrival of Lord Mokaka changed everything."

As he spoke, Tian En also led Yun You into the square.

Wherever the two went, the people greeted them kindly, respectfully calling "Lord Tian En."

And Tian En responded with a smile to each one.

"Lord Mokaka took them in, giving them sustenance and protection."

"There were also members of the War Gang who once advised her, saying she had overwhelming power and strength, and could fully live like a tyrant on the Floating Island, without needing to do such unnecessary things."

Tian En refused a compressed biscuit from a little girl, watching her hop away, sighed and said, "But Lord Mokaka refused."

"Because in her eyes, everyone is equal... To her, superior beings and emperors are absolutely unacceptable."

"She is so special, and it is precisely because of this that we, who the outside world sees as utterly evil ghosts, could gather under her wing, becoming 'normal people.'

Listening to the girl's heartfelt words, Yun You couldn't help but be silent.

The Mokaka in Tian En's mouth was too perfect to pick out the slightest flaw.

But is there really a perfect person in the world?

Yun You was very curious.

And Tian En did not keep her waiting too long.

After passing through layers of crowds, the two arrived at a relatively open fountain garden, where a holographic display painted a lush forest, even though there was not a single real tree, it still made people feel refreshed.

Here, hanging among the branches of holographic kapok trees was a floating sofa, and the girl named Mokaka was sunk into it.

She swung her legs clad in fluorescent short socks, the faint glow of nerve connectors streamed through her pink hair, and a pretty cartoon cat USB hung on her chest — the control key for the entire camp, and Tian En mentioned it seems capable of controlling all drones in the camp.

"Lower the voltage in the southeast garden a bit."

The pink-haired girl mumbled vague instructions while sucking on a lollipop.

"The Nightlight Coral is about to bloom."

The next moment, the waiting engineers outside the garden rushed to the electrical box, acting on her orders.

Almost simultaneously, the mercenary captain in the camp also received a forced access signal.

"Scarface, go pull out the smuggler from the third tier of the seventh container in Area C."

Mokaka rested her feet on the back of a bionic robot, her fingers suddenly stopping mid-air: "Also, bring me a box of strawberry-flavored nutrient gel—get the batch from the company."

It is said her spine harbors a quantum computer array, and the rose-gold interface at her temples can simultaneously process seven hundred data streams; when she removes her cat ear headphones and places them on the console, all drones in the square start tapping out a dance.

However, when a thug breaks through a breach, she presses the cat paw button on the side of her headphones, and in almost an instant, hundreds of miniature killer robots scatter from decorative balls in her hair, cleaning up the troublemakers as easily as clearing memory on a phone.

"Miss, the parameters of the No. 3 water purification plant..."

At the edge of the camp, an engineer looks at the severely radiation-polluted water purifier in front of him, his voice trembling slightly.

"You should have noticed the filter membrane was broken twenty-six seconds ago."

Curled up on the sofa, Mokaka fiddles with her tablet, and after a while, suddenly tosses a shiny object to the reporter.

"Catch! A biotechnological filter chip, it should be enough for you guys to use for another ten years."

Nobody knows how Mokaka acquires external resources, until some hacker sees her virtual avatar in the Black Market holographic net — a pink-haired geek in a Lolita dress, tearing military firewalls into ribbons and wrapping them around the neck of a mechanical cat toy.

The electronic pets she gives to each child are embedded with life monitoring devices, while the patients receive pain relief bottles embossed with a family enterprise's logo at the bottom.

Smuggling, an absolutely forbidden act on Floating Island, yet Mokaka often bypasses the rules to obtain what she wants.

"Such a hassle... It's endless tasks every day."

The girl stretches her fingers towards the starlit sky, energy ripples flowing in her palm.

"Destroy the nerve stimulants confiscated last week; even hackers with removed brain lobes can't resist it, the addiction is too high. Do it right now."

Mokaka appears to be quite busy, giving an order every few minutes, from managing livelihoods to logistics, and then to defense and camp safety.

According to Tian En, to monitor the various data of the camp in real-time, Mokaka always lies on the sofa all day fiddling with the tablet, her hands tapping keyboards like a pianist without pause.

But Yun You watched for a while, and felt the keyboard tapping frequency was somehow like gaming...

"Hmm, maybe it's just my imagination."

Yun You shook her head.

After all, with so much to deal with, what time does Mokaka have to play games?

But honestly, Mokaka's image utterly overturned her imagination.

In her stereotype, the person who can lead such a vast enclave must either be a mature, seasoned elder or an extraordinarily capable matron.

Yet Mokaka is just a loli around the same height as her? Pink short hair, cyan-blue eyes, features exquisite like a porcelain doll, with cute cat ear headphones on her head, giving an impression like...

A proud young kitten.

This is really hard to believe.

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