The orc's left eye burst open, and disgusting liquid splattered.

A tungsten core armor-piercing bullet large enough to pierce a 20mm steel plate entered the orc's eye socket, but failed to kill it. With an even more miserable roar, the orc covered one of the blind eyes, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily at the culprit of everything.

Dididi――

As soon as he ran a few meters, there was a sudden sharp sound from under the orc's feet.

Rumble!

This wilderness is destined to be unquiet tonight. The sound of the violent explosion was unstoppable, and instantly spread to a radius of several kilometers. The bright light is also clearly visible from several kilometers away. The black clouds rose and were extremely conspicuous.

The sand and rocks are flying, and they are falling with a bang. A large figure burst out of the dust, sliding across the ground for several meters and coming to a halt, leaving a charred dirt ditch in its wake.

One of the orc's legs was blown to a bloody blur, and white bones were visible. The badly wounded orc roared and tried to get up, but the bullet symptoms in the brain began to kick in, making it more and more unable to control its body.

The half-crouched figure lowered his sniper rifle and stood up and walked over to the orc, stomping on his skull.

"Roar—"

The orc suddenly regained some of his strength. Before it could tear the diminutive human apart, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the intact eye.

Dada-

The sound of gunfire echoed in the setting sun.

The raging flames darkened the dusk, and the waves of fire rising several meters high still continued unabated, making a crackling and popping sound. The container was burned red, and everything inside was turning to ashes in thousands of heats.

Carrying the gun back to his body, the figure turned back and picked up the sniper rifle, gradually moving away from the range of the fire, leading into the darkness.

Old shipyard

A fishing boat stranded on the side of a river embankment. Everywhere there was rust, rust several centimeters thick. In the dark, it is like a fishing boat that has sunk into the deep sea for a hundred years.

Bang-

Rhythmic footsteps echo through the empty corridors. A beam of light swept through the dusty hallway.

The ground was littered with footprints, and a thick layer of dust was laid on top of it. No one has been here for at least a decade.

The figure with a flashlight walked to a hatch in the deepest part of the corridor and stopped.

Here is the sailor's cabin. The hatch with the round glass was opened little by little by the rust that had accumulated over time, opening a gap.

A flashlight shines through the glass, a very ordinary room. On the left wall is a bunk bed, on the other side is a table with a chest shaped like a pirate movie chest.

There was a tooth-aching sound as the heavy hatch pulled open. The figure enters the sailor's cabin and closes the hatch with his backhand.

Smack-

Placing the flashlight on the table, the figure took out a glow stick and broke it. Yellow fluorescence reflected the tiny sailor's cabin.

There is not much dust in it, which is related to the long-term lack of ventilation. Yellowing of the sheets is mostly due to wear and tear over time rather than dirt. The sailor's cabin smelled of mold.

The figure looked around, eventually fixing its gaze on the treasure chest in the corner behind the hatch.

He approached and opened the box, which was disappointed to see only a few miscellaneous items piled up inside. Books, newspapers, notes, photographs, and other things.

The figure set aside the flashlight and picked up the stacked newspapers. Quietly turn the page and watch.

Holding the yellowing, because the air is not circulating, I was lucky to be preserved.

March 11, 2057, Capital Post. [Mexico appeals to the U.S. government for help.] The Pentagon warned the Chinese side to withdraw its troops, otherwise it would take necessary measures. 】

March 13, 2057, Capital Post. [The United States officially entered the war, and a large number of people fled to Canada. 】

March 19, 2057, Capital Post. [Major cities in California were hit by Chinese airstrikes. Hundreds of thousands of Yu citizens were killed. The president strongly condemned. 】

March 19, 2057, Capital Post. [Chinese troops landed on the west coasts of Oregon, California, and Washington states.] The President, the Pentagon, and Congress urgently moved to New York State]

April 1, 2057. The Capital Post. [Russia entered the war and landed in Alaska, USA. 】

April 2, 2057, Capital Post. [The president gave a speech to the Extraordinary Congress, and freedom and victory belong to the American people. 】

These are the news from when 434 wasn't a wasteland world yet. News from three hundred years ago.

Before 1950, the 434 world timeline was strikingly similar to reality. Or rather, near unanimous. Whether it's historical events, World War I or World War II, or the U.S. dropping nuclear bombs on Japan. are all consistent with the real world. The only difference is each other's words.

Until the halfway of the 20th century, after 1950. World events begin to change slightly, and with retirement and the butterfly effect, differences arise. Most notably, the Soviet Union collapsed in 1998. Kennedy was assassinated but not killed.

Until 2057. What started as a small change has turned the world upside down.

Everything is reversed, and in reality, the United States, as a-stirring stick, has become the victim. Forced to go to war. And the end result of this struggle between the two most powerful countries in the world is a nuclear catastrophe.

The world is destroyed, and humanity has destroyed the world of its own creation with its own hands.

War has never changed. War has existed since the discovery of the power of bones and stones when humans drank blood. It's just that once they threw stones at each other, and now they throw nuclear bombs at each other.

Some of the survivors survived with the help of underground bunkers. In the following ten years, the brutal ground environment and lack of supplies eliminated most of the survivors.

Putting down the newspaper, the figure picked up another notebook. Turning the page, each page is written with words unique to the wasteland world. The deadline is March 21, 2057.

The sailor may have escaped, or he may have died.

The diary is full of personal trivia. He ate a very sour orange and gave it to the first mate, which soured his dentures. Or maybe you feel something heavy when you're fishing, and when you pull it up, you find that it's a prank by your companion diving underwater.

Or complaining. The weather is really cold today, and the words are frozen, and I have to take them to hear what the other party says. There are also complaining words such as complaining that her daughter doesn't know her when she gets home, and her wife doesn't give her a good face.

Putting the note down, the figure suddenly saw a brown stuffed bear at the bottom of the box and the picture in the frame.

The photo shows a family of three standing in front of the amusement park with each other affectionately hugging each other. Because it has been left for too long, the photo fades into the eye, and there is a feeling of a black and white photo of the last century.

These are confidential. Aside from the members of the first four expeditions and 0302, no one knows anything about this. Even Wang Yao, even the omniscient Zhizi.

Behind the door is another Earth? Another galaxy? Another universe?

ofTum's containment is both an opportunity and a disaster for Earth's civilization. No civilization can resist the attraction of another identical universe.

Thus the ofTum-434 watch was born. (To be continued......)