Vault 100 was designed to serve the redevelopment of the surface, with an exaggerated patio structure and a dome simulating day and night, while the vast majority of its inhabitants lived in the silos.

Today, it's a nest for ghost-faced insects.

Fortunately, these bugs do not form a hive-like society, and are not under the command of a unified hive consciousness.

Otherwise, the players of the alliance will probably be "quacked" by tens of thousands of ghost-faced insects as soon as they enter the shelter.

No immediate search of Vault 100 was initiated.

I first reorganized the 100 reinforcements from the spring from the surface, and had Kakarot and 60 men set up light machine guns at the edge of the patio, while I took 20 brothers from the strength and constitution lines to put on the K-10 "iron wall" exoskeleton and go to the fully enclosed elevator shaft.

The four-legged robot bell followed him all the time, watching as the crowd threw the cable down the elevator shaft, one leg stepping into the elevator shaft first.

I was startled by its sudden movement, but soon found that it had not fallen in, but was firmly on the wall.

The soles of the four-legged feet appear to be coated with some special absorbent material, allowing them to climb up and down in almost vertical elevator shafts.

"There's something about your mount."

Looking at the little thing in amazement, I stretched out my right hand to it to see if it could hang itself up.

As a result, the bell seemed to have eyes on its back, and its body just shook slightly, and it easily dodged the outstretched right hand.

"Don't try, I can't carry you, it's better for you to pay attention to your feet, the further down the cutie, the more cuties."

I subconsciously turned down the flashlight, but fortunately there was no ghost face on the vertical wall of the well.

Relieved, he glared fiercely at the guy on the back of the spider robot, alerting to the danger in the darkness as he tugged at the rope and slid down the elevator shaft.

Finally reached the B40 floor.

I reached out and knocked twice on the door, and the closed alloy door quickly creaked against metal and slowly opened to both sides under the remote control of a certain administrator.

The moment the door opened, the sound of wings vibrating immediately hit the face.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

I was so frightened that I kicked my legs backwards and grabbed the assault rifle hanging from my chest in a sudden fire.

More than a dozen ghost-faced insects were killed instantly, but inevitably a few fish slipped through the net and crashed into the elevator shaft.

In order to avoid hurting their own people by ricocheting, the blackest players who were following me immediately drew their daggers and short sticks, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the ghost-faced insects that pounced on them.

One thing to say is that the aggression of this insect is indeed not ordinary, and the stinging needles in the abdomen are the same as those of nail guns.

However, when it comes to the "turtleshell-level" defense of the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton, the chitin needle is still a little less meaningful.

"This thing isn't as hard to deal with as you imagined, it's just a little disgusting."

Removing the bug that was lying on the helmet and shaking the stinging needle like Teddy, a certain power animal slammed it against the wall with a look of disgust.

It was smashed into a dark green slurry.

Another player wiped the slime from the dagger, laughing and teasing.

"No, our captain's SAN value is about to fall off."

"Hahaha."

"Shut up and get to work."

I rolled my eyes, swung my right fist forward, and swung into the hallway behind the elevator door with nine people behind me.

The corridors are littered with the molting shells of insects, as well as the metabolites of black and swarthy.

There were also scattered papers, tables, chairs, cabinets thrown in the middle of the hallway as cover, and some torn and torn clothes.

I drew a forward gesture and reached out on my helmet

Press it up.

"The warehouse on the B40th floor will be handed over to us...... Brother Chao, you take the others and continue down to the B51 floor to retrieve the data.

The voice of Ten Punches Man came from the communication channel.

"Roger!

The team of twenty people split into two groups, and the ten people who were still in the elevator shaft continued to explore downward with the Ten Punch Man, and the blackest of me continued to move forward with the ten people behind me.

They targeted the black box located in the warehouse area on the B40 floor.

The bell on the quadruped robot thought for a moment, and climbed into the corridor of the B40 floor, clattering on the ceiling above everyone's heads.

I didn't bother with it, shooting the ghost-faced worms with outstretched wings ready to pounce on them, and carefully examining every corner of the hallway.

The lights are broken in several places.

The light flickered on and off the entire corridor, almost like the scene of a ghost movie.

Headaches, since the corridors of the main road are almost blocked by bunkers and the remains of arthropods, they can only bypass the area of what appears to be a residential area.

Stepping over an overturned cabinet, I suddenly noticed a teddy bear lying on a nearby wall. The teddy bear broke in two from the middle.

The filling was gone, and judging by the bullet holes left in the ground, its owner was presumably beaten into a sieve with it, and the remains soon became sustenance for the bugs.

The player following him smacked his tongue.

"It's fierce here.

Several other players also muttered quietly.

"Is it for the Black Box?"

"It's not like. I don't think it's like it at the blackest.

If it was to fight for the Black Chest, there was no need to expand the firefighting area to a full two hundred meters from the entrance of the warehouse, let alone sweep every room one by one.

It doesn't look like it's about fighting for anything at all. Rather, it seems to be "cleaning up" something.

Looking at the open door panels, I suddenly thought of something, and looked at the "guide" hanging from the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, why did you design the Vault as a hollow well in the middle? Wouldn't it save more space by making it into a solid structure?

The bell above everyone's heads said slowly.

"Vault 100 is a vault, not an apartment, and from the day it was designed, it was determined that it would eventually be swept into the garbage. It's like a chick will eventually peck at its eggshell, if

If it doesn't, it will never see the real sun."

I'm the blackest: "Does it have any relevance?"

The bell let out a creaky laugh.

"Of course, the huge patio structure was prepared for the day it fell, and when the redevelopment plan was in the middle of the project, "the tree" would actively blow up the dome and let the superstructure fall into the patio along the funnel-shaped box structure, forming an upward opening."

"In this way, the vault will become a natural foundry well that will eat all the garbage above our heads.

Listening to this amazing design concept, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Foundry well?"

The sound of the bell carries a hint of pride.

"That's right, the well that casts everything, it's a vertical production base. In the envisioned plan, the raw materials flow like a waterfall from the wellhead to the bottom of the well, becoming what we need the moment it hits the ground, and then being lifted to the surface. In the final stage of the project, we will use it to build a starship that almost matches the inner diameter of the patio, and use it to catch up with the Zhiyuan and colonize more distant worlds."

I looked up at it in the darkest of stunned eyes.

"You've even planned this kind of thing." Bell said in a tone of amusement.

"Of course, after all, the 'tree' is omnipotent, it can make plans for a thousand years from now, but unfortunately most people can't keep up with it.

I'm the Blackest:

One player grumbled incredulously

。

"I thought it was just a nuclear engineer living here." Bell laughed.

"Nuclear engineer? Yes...... Of course, there is, but what fusion reactor needs 30,000 people to maintain? There are experts from all walks of life, as well as his CA

of the offspring."

I asked most subconsciously.

"What about them?

For some reason the bell suddenly closed its mouth, and though it quickly reopened the conversation, he turned the conversation on to something else.

I've always thought there was something wrong with this guy, but control of the Vault had shifted, and he wasn't worried about him

At this moment, the intermittent voice of the Ten Punches Man brother came from the communication channel.

"The VMs in the manager's office have been recycled...... Damn, there must be at least a few hundred bugs here, how long do you have left?"

I took the darkest glance at the map on the VM, and the entrance to the warehouse was not far in front of them.

According to the monitoring footage provided by the administrator, there are probably thirty or forty ghost-faced insects waiting for them.

"We're almost there, too."

Ten Punch Man: "Need help?" I glanced around in the darkest of the darkest places.

"No, those little bugs can't hurt us, the only trouble is that the terrain here is too complicated, and those obstacles are more troublesome than bugs."

Ten Punch Man: "Okay, be careful...... We've copied the data from the VM to the Vault server, and we're going to go to the B100 floor to see the side line anyway.

Control of the Vault was taken by the administrators before they even stepped inside, and this is why they were able to communicate with the outside world in the Vault.

As long as the data from the VM is uploaded to the Vault's server, all the information, including the administrator logs, can be synchronized to the outside.

It's just that what puzzles me the most is the management of Vault 100

It's obviously not human, why is there such a thing as a VM (vital signs monitor).

And the most suspicious thing is that even the administrator himself is an AI that lives in a server, and its logs are not stored on the servers of the vault, but in offline mobile storage devices.

It's weird.

But in any case, getting the black box is the most important thing.

「．．．．．． Received, the B100 floor will be handed over to you, and you should be careful." After saying something casually, I hung up the communication and looked at the group of teammates behind me.

"Brother Super's got it done, we have to speed up!"

Everyone replied energetically.

"Roger!"

More than 100 young players of the Storm Corps are also humming and digging graves in the ruins of Vault 100 underground in the four new districts.

And at this moment, Chu Guang, who was peeping at the screen in Camp 101, had already obtained the logs that his little players had recovered from the manager's office through Xiao Qi.

Unlike previous administrator logs recovered from other Vaults, Vault 100's logs are more like leaflets that are attached to the case of a TV and no one will ever look at them carefully than a colorful "last word".

The journal begins with a succinct explanation of the functions of Vault 100, including the management privileges held by the "tree", the resources and obligations of Vault 100, and the rules that residents need to follow.

Chu Guang took a cursory glance at the complicated content, extracted some key points from it, and roughly understood the "rules of the game" of Vault 100.

To put it simply, if this vault is compared to a prison, then the "tree" is the warden of the prison, and the "overseer" is the prison guard.

The former is responsible for management, and the latter is responsible for execution.

The number of the latter is determined primarily by the number of inhabitants in the vault, with one overseer automatically created for every 100 additional inhabitants, excluding the initial 300 overseers.

Vault 100 has a clear goal of rebuilding the wasteland after sixty-three years of closure.

While it is true that it is part of the plan to take in survivors in the event of a nuclear strike, the shelter does not contain an obligation to save anyone.

Because of this, Vault 100 and Vault 117 are almost diametrically opposed.

Without hesitation, the "Tree" carried out the established "asylum procedure", and after completing the containment plan for 30,000 and 300 residents, the "Overseer" banished all the unnumbered residents out of the door.

From the warehouse system, it can be retrieved that there is *** inventory retrieval record on the day of the closure of the vault, and it is clear that the process of exile is not peaceful.

However, it was not a time of peace, and there was no point in discussing this in itself.

The 30,000 inhabitants spent three days of trepidation after entering the Vault, and on the fourth day they were told that the world had been destroyed in a nuclear war, that all the old order, including the Human Union, had ceased to exist, and that it would take at least sixty-three years for the outside world to be habitable again.

When he saw this, Chu Guang had a trace of doubt.

This was a discrepancy with what he had learned from Yule's memories and the journals of other Vault managers.

The war did not last only three days, but three whole years. By the end of the three-year war, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee was established

In the past, the world was not a wasteland in the true sense of the word, and the organizations and institutions of the Federation of People were still operating with all their might.

Soon, however, his confusion was answered. This is also part of the decision of the "tree".

An overseer with a biometric number registered as "Craig" left a three-line annotation next to the message.

[This was the wisest decision, and it took only three sentences for the Great Tree to convince the restless residents.] Under its will, we showed the inhabitants the evidence of the end of the world and showed them the hellish scene of the city of Kiyosen, which had been hit by a nuclear attack. After seeing the truth, they quickly gave up all unrealistic illusions and accepted the fact that there were hard-to-swallow cookies, canned food, and freeze-dried vegetables, as well as the fact that there were no more android minions to serve them. 】

[The only thing that puzzles me is, what are the crackers and freeze-dried vegetables that are difficult to swallow, and what exactly did they eat before?] Unfortunately, "Tree" deleted all the video materials about the old era, and I only heard a few words from my grandfather about the prosperous era, and both he and I firmly believe that there is no going back to that era. 】

In order to continue on this thorny road, we can only believe with reverence. 】

"Craig."

Chu Guang silently recited the name softly, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Xiao Qi, help me retrieve this person's information."

"Okay!"

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on his shoulder, responded energetically, and quickly retrieved the person's file and projected it on the side of the holographic screen.

Chu Guang looked straight at the column of the entry time in the file. According to the records, he was given the position of "Overseer" in Wasteland Era 53, when he was only 24 years old.

Interestingly, this is the second year that the water from Xizhou Lake has poured into the tunnel, and the climate on the wasteland has already changed

Sue is on the rise, and there are only seven years left before the vault is lifted.

The days are slowly getting better.

The presence of a new overseer means that the number of residents of the vault is growing, and the environment here should not be particularly bad.

Out of curiosity about the Vault's past, Chu Guang shifted his attention from the "tree" report to the overseer named "Craig", and asked Xiao Qi to help sort out these things that were added later in chronological order, and compare them with the contents of the manager's log.

It soon became clear to him that Craig's overseer offered him a very different perspective than the flat and straightforward records left by the tree.

【...... The material consumption of 30,000 people is an astronomical amount, especially

It is the inhabitants of the Age of Prosperity who have more material needs than we can imagine at this moment. The Great Tree can keep an eye on their physical and mental health, but there is no way to assign each of them a separate health assistant, so we can only lower their expectations for the future and then let them slowly adapt to the new life. 】

[So my grandfather, under the direction of the Great Tree, and with the banished ones, warned the fortunate ones who remained that Vault 100 had no obligation to take in anyone, it belonged to everyone who suffered, but not to anyone. If you don't want to struggle like the poor worms huddled in the garbage heap in the subway station, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the "tree" and unconditionally obey our orders. 】

[In the first fifty years, we have achieved remarkable results, the correctness of the Great Tree and our piety have stood the test of time, we have created the "Quack" that can completely recover almost all metabolites, and the "Tarantula" robot and "Turtle" engineering armor we designed can climb up and down in almost vertical tunnels, replacing the engineering equipment that cannot adapt to the shelter for difficult construction, which the Great Tree did not expect. 】

[It turns out that our creativity is enough to make the Age of Prosperity possible.]

The AI's jaws dropped! If it had a jaw. 】

[Please don't laugh out loud, I'm talking about this seriously, you who were born with hundreds of colonized planets will definitely not experience the embarrassment of lack of resources. It's like tens of thousands of people crammed into an isolated space station, and we have to use limited resources and space to feed everyone, at least so that the living standards of most people don't drop too fast. And even in this desperate situation, we have created a series of incredible technological achievements. 】

To this day, I still remember how happy I was on the day I became an overseer, as if a child had grown up overnight and become the all-powerful hero in the stories he had read since childhood. Soon I will be like my fathers, leading those intelligent and capable residents to create more greater, greater and more incredible miracles. 】

[However, there always seems to be a discrepancy between reality and ideals, and those intelligent residents who think they are more intelligent than "trees" have no respect for us as overseers, and even curse us as slaves of AI, calling us "tree people", saying that we don't look like people in the slightest.] 】

[Actually, if I think about it, maybe from that time on, I should have noticed where the real problem was. We actually drew a line with them early on, and we were not the same kind of people as those "worker ants" long ago. 】

[This refuge is like a prison, the sentence of those worker ants is sixty-three years, and ours is forever.] The status of Overseer was given to us by the Vault, and we did the dirtiest work and enjoyed some special privileges. However, once the Vault completes its mission, it collapses as it was designed to end, and all of this will go up in smoke.)

[The worker ants won't punish an AI, and all of us will be liquidated by them, after all, the records of our initial exile of the survivors can't be erased in any way, it's something that even the administrators can't modify.] 】

So you can imagine when the sixty-three year period is over

The closer we get, how anxious our hearts are. And when the water of Xizhou Lake flooded into the subway station and flooded to the edge of the gate, what joy in our hearts. We've perfected the Vault to last forever, and we'll do it even better in the future, and we'll just have to take advantage of the bugs that the Tree didn't envision, and make it decide when the Vault needs to be opened. 】

[In fact, we succeeded in extending the period of sixty-three years to seventy years, and until we find a way to get out of it, we will extend this time as much as we can, preferably forever.] However, at that time, we didn't expect that the originally obedient worker ants would react so strongly, and even did not hesitate to bury poisonous needles under the stomach of the cute "Boom", and changed the "cockroach" pliers into shields and blades. 】

[An absurd farce broke out, and everyone didn't expect it, but if you think about it, we may be the most absurd one.] We're done

Busy dealing with the daily crises of managing the Vault, he has completely forgotten what the Vault is for. 】

As you can see in the museum, we are forever left in this cage. 】

[I can't get out anymore.] 】

[—Craig, it's a pity that I didn't get to meet the poor man of the New World, the last guard of Prison 100, the last tree man to survive. 】

Seeing the notes left by Craig at the end, Chu Guang couldn't help but be dumbfounded for a while.

He didn't find this guy pitiful, but such an ending was absurd enough for the Vault.

At this moment, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, suddenly sighed softly.

「...... Strange."

Raising his head from the holographic screen, Chu Guang looked at it.

"What's wrong again?"

This shelter always breaks down from time to time, and this is not the first time Xiaoqi has reported an error.

Only this time, a strange expression appeared on its face.

"The fault indicates that the communication module is overloaded, the data we are transmitting has triggered a certain threshold, and Vault 100 has been protectively cut off from the outside world...... But it's weird, the amount of data we're using isn't huge, unless someone deliberately sets that threshold very low."

The vault itself is a massive Faraday cage that shields even high-energy particles, not to mention the tiny amount of electromagnetic waves.

The player's communication equipment cannot be directly connected to the outside station, and must exchange information with the outside world through a special channel. This is true whether the door is closed or not.

In other words, once this channel is blocked, the entire Vault will become a black hole of information for a certain period of time.

To put it simply, their signal is suspected to have been artificially cut off.

Looking at Xiao Qi, who had a delicate expression, Chu Guang's expression also became subtle.

Boy. Again!