“Next…”
Dan Heng pulled a cloth sack from the infinite bag and handed it to the person who had just finished registering.
The registration system Su Yan set up was very simple—just a facial recognition device and name registration.
It took less than a minute per person.
Its main purpose was to unlock corresponding favorability and the shop system…
Once the “event” concluded, Su Yan planned to turn over the recording device and logs to Oleg.
They held little value for Su Yan, but they might prove useful to Oleg.
Having finished registering, the person grabbed their sack and hurried to the next station to receive their supplies…
Su Yan’s set ration per person was ten pounds of rice, five pounds of vegetables, two pounds of meat, and twenty apples.
Water was unlimited, while clothing had to be redeemed.
[Favorability +10] [Favorability +20] [Favorability +5] [Favorability +23]…
Every person who picked up supplies granted Su Yan a point of favorability—some more, some less.
In no time at all, he had earned back all the favorability points he had spent.
After receiving their free rations, instead of gathering junk to exchange for more supplies, some people immediately headed to the Robot Settlement to spread the word to their friends and family.
Svarog soon caught wind of the “anomaly” at the Robot Settlement.
Knowing full well how scarce survival resources were in Belobog, Svarog calculated that handing out free supplies to every Underworld resident was an impossibility.
Fearing potential disorder, Svarog mobilized his automaton forces and marched toward Boulder Town.
Meanwhile, those planning to collect trash to trade for more supplies chose the “Trash Mountain” outside Boulder Town as their primary destination.
So when Svarog arrived at Boulder Town at the head of his automaton army, he was greeted by the sight of crowds running through the streets carrying all sorts of containers filled with garbage…
“???”
Seeing people lugging trash into the town while onlookers watched not with disgust but with envy, Svarog’s ocular sensors flashed frantically.
His processing unit nearly short-circuited; he was completely unable to comprehend the situation.
“Svarog, what are you doing here?”
The patrolling Wildfire members spotted Svarog and his automaton army.
Instantly on high alert, they warily scanned their surroundings…
There were far too many automatons…
Looking at the dense wall of automatons just a dozen meters away, nobody could pretend they weren’t nervous.
Realizing things looked grim, a few members slipped away to the clinic to report to Wildfire’s leader, Oleg.
The joyful, bustling atmosphere vanished the moment the automatons arrived, taking a sudden turn for the worse.
Whether holding trash or rations, everyone glared at Svarog and his automatons with underlying hostility.
Svarog ignored their hostile stares.
His ocular sensors scanned the sacks in their hands, identifying the contents instantly…
Rice, vegetables, meat… This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
According to Svarog’s statistical analysis, the total supplies before him exceeded several hundred pounds…
“…Contradicts calculation results!
Additional data required for recalculation…”
Suspending the suppression protocol, Svarog turned his gaze toward the heart of Boulder Town.
“Hypothesis: Variable…”
“…Halt!”
Seeing Svarog step into Boulder Town, the Wildfire members raised their weapons, taking combat stances to warn him off.
Svarog noted their posture.
His ocular sensors blinked a few times, and he chose not to engage in conflict.
By his calculations, Wildfire’s leadership had already been alerted to his presence.
“Svarog!
What brings you to Boulder Town?”
Oleg led a group to the edge of town, confronting Svarog…
Svarog paid no mind to Oleg’s question.
Instead, his gaze swept over the people behind him, identifying two unfamiliar faces among the familiar ones.
Their attire clearly indicated they did not belong to the Underworld.
Compared to the local residents, their clothes were noticeably refined, featuring a style distinct from Belobog’s attire.
As one of the prototype supervisor units created by the Architects, Svarog possessed vast historical records, containing data on not only the Stellaron, but also the world beyond the sky.
Based on gathered intelligence and overheard conversations about “sacks with infinite grain” and “metal boxes with infinite water”…
No such magical objects existed in Belobog.
Svarog confirmed these anomalous items originated from beyond the stars…
Outsiders capable of—and actively—altering the Underworld were variables worth monitoring.
“…Variable confirmed!”
Svarog looked at Stelle and March 7th.
“Question: What is the purpose of your presence in Boulder Town?”
Gathering data to simulate future outcomes.
Svarog’s primary directive was the preservation of the Underworld.
Thus, whenever a variable emerged that could disrupt his computational conclusions, he took note.
Observing Svarog’s demeanor and the nature of his question, Oleg and Natasha exchanged a thoughtful look.
There was something peculiar about Svarog’s attitude.
Without hiding anything, she answered truthfully, “We’re Nameless from the Astral Express.
The Starrail used for warping was blocked by the Stellaron, so the train can’t leave.
In order for the Express to depart the Jarilo system and continue Trailblazing, we have to seal the Stellaron…”
“That’s…
why we’re here in Boulder Town!”
“What she said,” Stelle added.
Beside them, Oleg and Natasha were learning the true reason for the off-worlders’ arrival for the first time as well.
Before either could speak, Svarog reacted first.
“Astral Express, Nameless…
Query indicates followers of the Aeon of Trailblaze…”
“Variable ‘Nameless’ mentioned restricted subject: ‘Stellaron’…”
“Calculating…”
Everyone present caught the key words in Svarog’s statement and turned their eyes toward him.
*Svarog knows about the Stellaron…*
Oleg and the others thought to themselves.
“That robot said the Stellaron is a restricted subject…” March 7th caught the point.
“He might have come into contact with the Stellaron before.
We need to inform Su Yan and Dan Heng.”
Having looked up “Masked Fools” on the net, Stelle knew what kind of people they were, which explained why Dan Heng was on guard against Sampo and distrusted him…
If she were in his shoes, she wouldn’t trust a Masked Fool either.
But what about a robot?
Robots were bound by their programming and couldn’t lie…
Which meant the data stored in the robot was trustworthy.
While Stelle and March 7th were thinking, Svarog finished his calculations.
“Nameless.
Demonstrate your strength to me!”
In his database, the Nameless were logged as heroic figures throughout the cosmos, worthy of trust.
Svarog trusted data, and thus was willing to trust the Nameless.
However…
He also knew how terrible the Stellaron was.
If the Nameless were too weak, he would stop them from seeking the Stellaron to prevent the situation from worsening!
“Huh?
Why are we suddenly picking a fight?!” March 7th said, looking at the surrounding automatons.