Chapter 93: The Condition of the Apocalypse and the Research Institute

In the year 2333, disaster struck when a meteor hurtled toward Earth.

The meteor was successfully shattered, splintering into countless fragments that rained down across the globe. Wherever those fragments fell, seventy percent of humanity was directly infected, while among animals the rate was nearly one hundred percent.

Here, in the center of Clearmoon City, stood the Headquarters Institute One Thousand Two Hundred Fifteen, a symbol of the world’s highest level of research.

Purple, an intermediate artificial intelligence and the only intermediate intelligent lifeform in the city, had fallen into dormancy after the disappearance of the institute’s original director. It was not until Yun Xuan arrived today that Purple was awakened once more.

"According to the latest online network data, the survivors of Clearmoon City have established order, and they have launched fifty-seven assaults on Headquarters Institute One Thousand Two Hundred Fifteen," Purple said, as a virtual screen appeared before Yun Xuan.

Skynet, the global network that had spread across the world in the year 2100, could be accessed freely from anywhere on Earth.

"The institute is very sturdy?" Yun Xuan asked.

"The institute is built from super-memory metal, resistant to electromagnetic cannons, and intended for nuclear sheltering." With a wave of its hand, Purple switched to a schematic of the shelter’s internal structure.

"Was this shelter used by only one person?" Yun Xuan asked in confusion.

"Less than thirty minutes after the danger began, all researchers left the institute. The former director ordered the institute completely sealed and revoked the permissions of the other researchers. At present, the food stored here is only enough for one person to live on for a year. It can be judged that the former director made the correct decision," Purple explained.

"Is there gold here?" Yun Xuan sat down in a chair.

"No. It can be traded for through Skynet, but food is currently far more expensive than expected." Purple brought up a shopping list.

Steamed bun: 10 gold coins.
Instant noodles: 20 gold coins per pack.
Canned food: 30 gold coins per can.
...

"What do gold coins mean? A unit of currency?" Yun Xuan’s mind throbbed with questions.

"Gold coins are currency produced by melting gold bars. In survivor settlements, they serve as money and can be exchanged for anything, even synthetic humans, slaves, and weapons," Purple explained.

"Synthetic humans? Robots?" Yun Xuan blinked.

"Synthetic humans are indistinguishable from real people. Their appearance and psychology can be configured, and if modified further, they become combatants. At present, the institute possesses eighty-eight human-made beings superior to synthetic humans," Purple replied.

"Human-made beings? I can set their appearance and psychology?" Yun Xuan was slightly stunned.

"The host has full authority," Purple said with a smile.

"Take me to see the human-made beings," Yun Xuan said after a moment’s thought.

The door before him opened, revealing a quiet corridor and laboratory. In the large laboratory directly ahead stood eighty-eight nutrient capsules.

Yun Xuan walked into the transparent laboratory. In front of each capsule was a control button, and pressing it would bring up a virtual screen.

"If synthetic humans became widespread, wouldn’t that cause tremendous chaos?" Yun Xuan still could not quite make sense of it.

"Aside from the former director, no one researched synthetic humans. It is forbidden," Purple said, taking out a stack of documents from the side and handing them to Yun Xuan.

Yun Xuan took them and looked down, only to be instantly black-lined.

A second- dimension girl reincarnation project?

Choose a second- dimension girl as the model, set her personality to match those in anime, and recreate her entirely according to the feeling of an anime... successfully open a harem?

"Truly a gentlemanly senior indeed," Yun Xuan muttered to himself. It was a pity the project had not yet been completed before he transmigrated, or else that senior would surely have lived blissfully in the institute with a group of adorable girls.

"According to the 2260 technology for making anime characters real, it is fully possible to achieve second- dimension girls. The synthetic human technology will be restarted," Purple said, as a great deal of data appeared before it.

"Can you create Misaka Sisters?"

"Is that from the anime Railgun from over three hundred years ago?"

"Can you create Hatsune Miku?"

"The earliest virtual diva?"

"Can you create Hinata Hyuga?"

"Hinata Hyuga of the Hyuga clan from Naruto, from over three hundred years ago?"

"Can you create the northern girl?"

"From The Northern Girl's Daily Life?"

Yun Xuan asked one anime character after another, and Purple displayed image after image in response. Even some game characters could be recreated, such as Daji.

"Can these anime characters possess the powers they had in the anime?" Yun Xuan asked the most important question.

"No. Only their appearance," Purple shook its head.

"Wait, ordinary people too?" Yun Xuan thought of something terrifying.

"Synthetic humans, as substitutes for real people, are not impossible," Purple said directly.

"Let’s store these here for now," Yun Xuan said after some thought. Perhaps these eighty-eight human-made beings would become one of his future trump cards.

...

Under Purple’s guidance, Yun Xuan familiarized himself with the institute’s situation.

Headquarters Institute One Thousand Two Hundred Fifteen drew power from electricity and light. It was connected to all the circuits of Clearmoon City and could either absorb power from them or cut the city’s electricity off entirely.

The institute’s food was enough for Yun Xuan to eat for a year, and in addition there were nutrient capsules.

By lying inside one, one could recover from injuries, heal the body, or enter dormancy to study.

As for weapons, the stockpile contained only the former director’s private collection: the Super Electromagnetic Cannon.

The Super Electromagnetic Cannon was a sniper rifle. No, to be precise, it should be called an electromagnetic cannon.

The longer it charged, the greater its power. Modeled after Misaka Mikoto’s railgun, it even fired a coin. A three-second charge was enough to pierce the alloy buildings outside.

Aside from structures as extraordinary as memory metal, the Super Electromagnetic Cannon was practically invincible.

The electromagnetic cannon weapons outside simply did not reach this level, because this one had been modified by the institute’s former director. Pursuing the cannon’s power single-mindedly, he had spent nearly fifty million to complete it. Made of memory metal, it did not need to be feared broken, nor would it overheat.

Yun Xuan stored the Super Electromagnetic Cannon in his spatial backpack. Its only flaw was probably its range of just one hundred meters.

A supersonic strike within one hundred meters was impossible to guard against; beyond one hundred meters, or if dodged, it would cause no damage.

"What a pity. If it were one thousand meters, that would be perfect," Yun Xuan sighed. In a world of martial arts and mystic power, a martial master could probably close a hundred meters in five seconds. Charging energy? What a joke.

"Besides that, there is also a Purple Light fighter jet in the basement. It can become invisible, flies at supersonic speed, and attacks with an electromagnetic cannon as well. Its intelligent system can control it. Unfortunately, the basement was breached, and I have sealed the Purple Light fighter in the hangar area," Purple added at last.

"Purple Light fighter? Show me the underground location," Yun Xuan said, his eyes lighting up.

A virtual screen appeared before Purple. Looking at the building map, Yun Xuan became somewhat conflicted.

He was currently on the sixth floor. The five floors below were all sealed off, with neither zombies nor humans inside.

The basement had been occupied by a group of humans, who even damaged its main door. The basement door had originally not been made of memory metal, and now it stood wide open.

Those people had died under the encirclement of zombies, and the basement had become zombie territory as well. The hangar area was one level below the basement. To reach that place, one had to pass through the basement door.

"Why wasn’t the plane parked properly on the top floor?" Yun Xuan complained.

"The Purple Light fighter was also the former director’s work and is forbidden to be studied..." Purple replied.

"..."

Yun Xuan

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