On a snowy night, old Evan reached out and took out a pot of vodka from his arms to warm himself. The old iron bucket next to him was burning with all sorts of garbage that could provide heat, and the night of nuclear winter was enough to kill any creature without protection.

I felt the spicy warmth in my throat, and I just wanted to raise it again and take another sip. But he quickly tightened the tin flask in his hand and stuffed it into his chest pocket.

You can't get drunk, and at times like these, every bit of resources becomes especially valuable.

"This rotten wine doesn't taste as good as the brandy in Jenny's Bar."

Squirming saliva in the throat that has increased, muttering stupid things about self-comfort.

This self-consolation helped him through the countless nights after the incident, even though he knew that Jenny's little pub had long since been turned into the most ubiquitous ruin by a few "uninvited guests".

He looked up at the moon in the sky, which was a little invisible, and then lowered his head and looked at the old guy on his wrist by the faint light of the fire on the side. A handmade old watch that is a little inaccurate.

It's been almost an hour.

Shift.

In some cases, this is already the limit of the living organism's exposure to high levels of radiation.

Knocking lightly on an iron door in the passage behind him, a sleepy-eyed yellow-skinned young man stepped out, assembling parts of something in an orderly manner.

Firearms. One - hand - gun.

As if he had seen this young man's skillful hands a long time ago, Old Evan greeted him.

"Hi Lee."

Without speaking, he nodded blankly, in response. But in the eyes of old Evan, it was more like a sign that the young man hadn't woken up yet.

Smiling and greeting, this old man in his fifties in the white West liked this brave partner in front of him. Compared to the no-egg-and-egg cowards down there, this young man has a reasonably good marksmanship, and he's still young, so he has more possibilities.

With the faint sound of the iron door closing behind him, Zhao Qian, who was still very sleepy, suddenly brightened his eyes, and there was still an expression on his face that he hadn't woken up just now.

He looked at the world beyond the corridor in front of him, and it was pitch black.

Except for the occasional animal chirping or other strange sounds, nothing could be heard. The background music is the "rustling" sound of sleet passing through various trees or building ruins.

"Traveler 1074, welcome to the world of travel."

"This is the fifth world you've entered, and this world is random."

"You must complete the main quest given to you by the station within a week, or you will be directly out."

"According to the permissions, you need to complete five main quests in this world."

"Main quest 1: Wasteland survival."

"Mission Description: After launching a nuclear war to reduce the armies of various governments, Skynet began to design and create so-called killing machine terminators, which search for information about their former masters in all areas where humans may exist and operate, and then find and kill them."

"Objective: Survive for seven days in your unknown wasteland."

"Mission Tip: Uncontaminated food and water are hard currency."

"Mission Tip: High Radiation Deadly."

"Mission Hint: Unknown and known dangers will appear on the way."

"Hint: Since you enter the world in a random way, you gain the ability: Recognition (True). Recognition (true): This is a useful skill, although it takes 100 travel points each time (the points are counted after the return) to see some simple information about the target. Cool for 15 minutes. ”

"Tip: Identification (true) does not work on travelers and some hidden attribute equipment."

"Hint: Recognition (true) is a temporary skill that will disappear when you return."

"Warning: If you don't have enough points to use skills, you will be randomly selected from your equipment or the equipment in the station hotel to pledge. If there are not enough travel spots, they will be wiped out. (Note: Points spent on the previous world have been automatically deducted.) ）”

"Hint: You can earn the following milestones in this world (including this world's extended world)."

"Savior: You destroyed Skynet, the so-called prototype of the T-1. (Note: Skynet's essential data, and all the hardware that carries its data recovery.) ）”

"Survival Expert: Survive in this world for more than 60 days."

"Machine Master: You have a robot that obeys orders and is your own. (Note: This model is not lower than T-500.) ）”

"Terminator: You personally destroyed more than ten Terminators of no less than the T-500. (Note: You must damage the unit more than 50% of its total HP.) ）”

"Atrocious: You killed more than 100 normal humans in the wasteland. (Note: You must damage the unit more than 50% of its total HP.) ）”

"Resistance Leader: You have successfully formed a resistance base and resisted Skynet's encirclement and suppression more than 3 times."

"Human traitor: Your involvement led to the destruction of 3 human settlements."

"Ruins Predator: You have hunted over 5 species that are edible on the ruins."

"Mutant Killer: Kill no less than 10 mutated creatures. (Note: You must damage the unit more than 50% of its total HP.) ）”

"Wanderer: You've spent the night in more than 5 different human settlements. (Note: The population of the gathering place is not less than 200 people.) ）”

"Pioneer: You've made a mechanical modification of some part of your body. (Note: Must be vital organs, such as eyes, arms, brain)"

"You can't see the rest of the milestones because you don't have enough contribution points."

There was dust everywhere, like no one had used it in a long time, and a few wisps of suspended matter fluttered on the flames in the iron bucket.

In the pile of debris on the ground, a few yellowed newspapers swayed with the cold wind blowing in outside. The headline on it is eye-catching, and the words SKYNET are impressive.

I flipped through it with interest, and the sentences above were full of unabashed flattering and even fleshy-numb-sex words. makes Zhao Qian, who is familiar with the inside story, seem to be more like a very ironic black humor.

I added some useless-looking garbage from the debris pile to the tin bucket to make the fire burn even more.

"Boom!"

Something burned inside the barrel and there was a pop.

I looked for it again, but there was nothing more useful than a few large-scale erotic-erotic magazines that had been torn up, or the useful things had already been picked up by others.

On the side of the woman scratching her head on the cover, the word Playboy (playboy) in bold bold letters.

Interesting.

But it wasn't any of these things, a folded leaflet was tucked between the pages of a magazine.

"Join us!

- John Connor

Black-and-white gun patterns and a robot shattered in two.

Revolt!

Very twentieth-century style.

He smiled, and a few Arabic numerals in the newspaper were still eye-catching, 1997-08-04. Day of Destruction.

At night, a few insects crawled in the darkness along with the warmth, and Zhao Qian sat there quietly, as if he didn't see it.