Bionic Era

Fire fell from the sky.

The earth fell.

Destruction spreads with flames.

Buildings collapsed and people were displaced.

Warriors fell with their battle armor, knights and dragons fought blood, and the kingdom fell apart.

Howls and screams echoed in every corner of the city.

The huge sky battleship covered the clouds and the sun, cut through the atmosphere, and descended on the planet unstoppably.

The aliens were extremely powerful and slaughtered wantonly.

The race died, and the blood dyed the earth red.

"That's all the history I know."

Christo answered truthfully.

"Are you sure this is not the plot of Avatar?" Lu Wen's expression was a little weird.

In this story, even armored dinosaurs and dragon knights came out.

With this oxygen concentration, can there really be dinosaurs?

"No, it's real."

Christo's little face was full of seriousness.

She said it was passed down from generation to generation.

In the underground world, if you ask someone casually, no matter what race, even a robot, they can clearly tell about this cruel historical period.

These bloody stories have been passed down orally for hundreds of years, and everyone knows them.

Hundreds of years ago, they were still the masters of the surface world.

The various races are friendly and communicate harmoniously. There are very few wars. Even small-scale disputes are mostly settled under the mediation of the principals on both sides.

At that time, science and technology were prosperous, the number of living creatures was huge, and the whole world was full of peace and vitality.

There are no polluted or uninhabited areas on the ground.

Verdant vegetation covers the land.

The green water is full of vines and vines.

If nothing else, the world should still be like this until now.

But just over four hundred years ago.

Countless huge spaceships spanning thousands of galaxies, floating on the surface of this planet with the intention of aggression, a huge shadow covered the sky above the kingdom.

Those extraterrestrial visitors are fully armed and have powerful firepower.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Their technology at that time was simply unable to resist this kind of race that could cross the galaxy.

When those powerful sky enemies took off their masks, they discovered that the so-called extraterrestrial visitors are also human beings, pure human beings, one of the races on this planet.

Then all races began a tenacious and unyielding struggle.

That's a long history.

They held up the broken king's flag, and let blood and tears become fuel for the flames.

Countless people died generously for the survival of the race.

The unyielding singing resounded through the world.

But they were defeated in the end, and had no choice but to hide in the undeveloped underground world at that time, and blocked all the entrances and exits until today.

"Isn't this the... Avatar Rebellion Failed Version?"

Lu Wen found it a little funny.

But seeing the seriousness written on Christo's little face, he was not too funny to laugh out loud.

Fake.

This is clearly fabricated history.

If the human beings on the ground really have such a powerful force, they can travel through the universe, and they won't be reduced to what they are now. Even bionic people can't handle it.

Across the starry sky and owning a mothership, how powerful is that civilization?

Although many novels and film and television works are written with hype, but if it is really changed to reality, it is almost impossible for this kind of civilization to exist.

If it is such a powerful civilization, there will be no suspense at all in the race war that Christo said, let alone the so-called resistance and generous death. It only takes a very short time to sweep everything away.

Not to mention escaping to the ground, even if escaping to another planet, there is no way out.

"An extraterritorial heaven has come to this planet."

This is the so-called Kingdom Come.

Words that represent destruction and despair.

So later, the underground race, which was determined to become stronger, used these four words as a plan to counterattack the ground.

"Eighty years ago, just after the war ended, there were more than 200 million humans left scattered on the ground. Why didn't you counterattack at that time?"

"Because at that time, humans on the ground still had weapons of mass destruction."

"So for so many years, you are actually waiting for the human beings on the ground to become weaker, instead of actively seeking a way to become stronger?"

"this……"

Christo couldn't tell why for a moment.

It does seem to be the case.

She is just a little girl living in the mixed area, she can't control the overall situation, and she can't understand how the underground has developed over the years. Everything she knows is heard from others.

"Do you know surface history?"

"have no idea."

"No one taught you?"

"This is a mixed zone, there are no schools here."

Lu Wen nodded slightly.

He lightly tapped the table, pondered for a while and said: "The history of the surface world is very clear, from primitive times to farming, from slavery to feudalism... It is mixed with the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution, and then world wars, and every war will cause casualties. Countless, then prosperity again, and war again."

"These are fake, they were fabricated by those intruders to deceive you." Christo said anxiously.

"You think so?"

"They worry that their children and grandchildren will not be able to live peacefully on this bloody soil, so they fabricate those false histories so that future generations can feel at ease."

"What if the history here is fake?"

This argument is clearly futile.

Lu Wen has already got the answer he needs.

The inhabitants of this world hate the humans in the surface world very much.

They are looking forward to the day when the underground world can counterattack and regain their homeland, just like the kingdom of heaven came back then.

Lu Wen slowly put away the dagger on the table, and said lightly: "From what I have observed so far, it may take hundreds of years for you to counterattack the ground here."

"The place where I live is just a mixed zone. The poorest soil, the real rich and capable people are all outside the mixed zone."

"The mixed zone, is it called this name because all races are mixed together?"

"Yes."

Through the conversation with Christo, Lu Wen gradually understood the division of the world.

There are nine races in this world, and the blue race is one of them.

Others are the dwarves, giants, and reformers that Lu Wen saw on the street.

The pure human race is the least in number, but the most respected, mastering the lifeblood of technology and economy.

【Terrace World】

This is a generalization of the whole world.

The mixed area is at the bottom, where all races are mixed. It is barren and backward, chaotic and disorderly, and there is no law and order.

Maintaining order depends entirely on self-awareness.

For example, as Lu Wen knew before, no passers-by will be hurt during the fight, and it will not affect other people's business.

The middle world is the other eight races besides the pure human race.

The highest level is the three companies, as well as the pure human race.

There is no parliament in this world.

Three companies control everything.

The controllers of two of these three families are pure human beings, and the other family does not know.

Lu Wen asked again: "Blue people are born with defects?"

"Except for the pure human race, other races have flaws."

"I see a lot of blue people are coughing, and so is your mother."

"Yes, we need genetic medicine to maintain our lives. Without genetic medicine, our lungs will start to fail first, followed by other body organs, and finally die slowly."

This is a very painful death process.

But genetic medicines are expensive.

The mixed area is just like the slums on the ground. Many blue people here cannot afford the high fees, and in the end they can only die slowly in pain.

Those who die quickly will only take a few months, and those who die slowly may drag on for several years.

Some can't stand it, and will find ways to end their lives early.

"How often do you need to inject genetic medicine?"

"One month."

"How much is it each time?"

"one thousand."

"One thousand per person?"

"Um."

Lu Wen understood.

In addition to the blue race, some individuals of other races, such as dwarves, freaks, giants, etc., also need to be injected with genetic drugs to survive.

But the blue race is what the whole race needs.

It is not necessary when you are young, but as you grow up, around the age of seventeen or eighteen, when you are close to adulthood, this disease will start to show slowly.

Whenever a blue man starts to feel short of breath and cough, he will know that he needs an injection too.

"How much can you make a month from setting up a stall?"

"not much."

Christo said that he can barely make ends meet, but not enough money for genetic medicine.

She hasn't started needing those medicines herself.

But her mother hasn't had a shot for two months.

The business of selling fruit depends on the location. Lu Wen remembers that the old fruit seller who set up a stall at the gate of Xia Chuluo community earned a house in the city in five years, which was much more than many young people who got up early and worked late.

Of course, doing business is not suitable for everyone. Some people make money and others lose money.

"Where's your father?"

"died."

Life is fragile everywhere.

If the blue people want to survive, money is a problem that must be solved.

If there is a family of three and the child is an adult, the monthly cost of genetic medicine is as high as 3,000.

In a place like the Mixed Zone.

A few hundred yuan is enough to live for a month.

It is not easy to earn three thousand a month through normal means.

But the underground world is full of variables.

There are many unusual means here.

Like drug testing.

【Yao Ling】

【Bright Moon】

【stars】

This is the name of those three companies.

It is these three companies that are printed on the banknotes.

They will regularly recruit experimenters to conduct drug experiments, and most of the applicants are residents of the mixed area.

These residents lack money and are willing to risk their lives.

Usually there is no danger.

The probability of an accident is only one in ten, and many people firmly believe that they are that nine out of ten.

In most cases, you will only feel uncomfortable for a few days, or some side effects will appear, such as fever, rash, nausea, etc., and it will be better in a short time.

The money given for these experiments ranged from a few thousand to a few hundred thousand.

Generally speaking.

The more you give, the higher the level of danger.

Christo's father made money several times through Fanxing's drug experiments.

Christo was very young at that time.

In her memory, her father went out as usual that day, saying that he would come back with money in a few days.

But the middle-aged man did not come back.

a week later.

All that came back was a box of ashes and 20,000 yuan.