The dilapidated tall buildings stand in the barren wilderness, like a giant covered in scars.

The battered walls breathed thick black smoke, like the broken spirits of the citizens of the Free State of Bugra.

The occasional explosion or two no one cared.

After all, the residents of the colony have heard too many similar voices in the past year.

This is bougerra.

This is not so much another ideal city in the wasteland as it is a prison of great size.

It's a bit of a hell joke to say, but it sounds a little cooler than a zoo.

Dragging a pale blue plasma plume, four Viper light transport planes whizzed over the southern district of the city of Bugra.

Sitting on the edge of the cabin, I couldn't help but smash my tongue as I looked at the dilapidated high-rise buildings beneath my feet.

"It's miserable."

Kakarot, who was sitting across from him, shrugged his shoulders and didn't have much sympathy for the people here.

"The trouble is all self-inflicted."

The entire colony is like a giant vacuum cleaner, siphoning up the garbage from the entire wasteland, and then mixing it up and spitting it back when it is full.

Ninety-nine per cent of the looters sell their stolen goods, either indirectly or directly, and at the same time purchase weapons from here.

Ideal City has somehow exported some order to the wasteland, even if it wasn't always good.

And what is output here is only chaos, and even one of the sources of chaos itself.

The company dog at the bottom lives in a 20-square-meter single room, carrying a century-old loan, and uses a super artificial intelligence refrigerator that requires iris focus for 30 seconds to open the door, on the surface, it seems that no one is being exploited, but whether it is a 20-square-meter single room or a loan and refrigerator full of routines, they are all designed by themselves, and these things are obviously not only themselves.

After all, there are millions of unemployed people living in coffins of less than four square meters, contributing negligible lifespans and labor, decomposing the production surplus of entire vast institutions like "decomposers" in the ecosystem, and acting as a lubricant for Sin City and the wasteland.

The gangs outside of Boulder actually come from here.

Not only that, but the most lucrative industries of the Flint Syndicate are weapons and addictions of all kinds, and it is not only the inhabitants of the Free State of Bugra who are harmed.

In this system of complicity, it is difficult to find a truly innocent victim, and the person who has come to his senses has already left the place, so that he will not wait until the cage falls and start screaming.

What did you do earlier?

At least in his opinion.

Rather than helping these villains turn their ways, he wanted to go to Triumph City to attend his good brother's wedding.

Every year on the second weekend of January is the birthday of the Willant people, who set their wedding on the third day after their birthday.

If you can't catch up, you'll have to let that guy do it again in Dawning City.

"Let the past pass, even if it humiliates them, there is no point in humiliating them. At least, they are sober. ”

Patting Kakarot on the shoulder, Commander Izumi pointed his index finger on the side of his helmet, switching the communication channel to the entire squad, and shouting to the newcomers on the other three planes.

"Alright, rookies, we're almost there. Remember your mission, clear the way for the NPCs and relief supplies in the homeless house, establish a safe zone at the coordinates, take care to avoid civilian casualties, and don't fire unless necessary, unless the gang members-"

Before Brother Quanshui finished speaking, a dense burst of gunfire came from the high-rise building not far away.

Bullets whizzed through the sky, and even the tail flames of the four "Vipers" were missed.

The militants were neither employees of the Flint Syndicate nor the Hound Special Forces controlled by the City Hall, but marauders who had infiltrated the city.

It would be inaccurate to say that they were infiltrated, as many of the marauders in this area were themselves mercenaries or gang members of the Free State, and some notorious mercenary groups even went public.

Several thugs with prosthetic tattoos on their faces gestured their middle fingers at the whizzing planes, and one of the mohicans had his rifle between his legs, screaming and shushing.

That's probably how the cyber maniacs swore sovereignty, perhaps to show that the building belonged to them.

I didn't expect these guys to be so faceless, Brother Quanshui's brows twitched fiercely, and he threw down the sentence "Don't waste bullets" and switched the communication channel to the rear headquarters.

“…… I'm in a bit of a situation here, apply for a drone. ”

"Roger."

In less than a minute, a black dot was thrown from the sky, and the moment it flew into the southern city of the Free State, it unfolded its four oars and rotors to slow down, and flew towards the building that had previously fired at the "Storm Squad".

The gang members standing on the roof of the building did not perceive the danger in the slightest, and when they saw that the coalition planes ignored them, they pouted and returned to the stronghold on the top floor.

The drone did not attack immediately, but flew around the top floor of the building, marking the identity of the attacker and confirming that no civilians were present, before crashing into a window.

With the clatter of broken glass, the five-kilogram fragment warhead exploded in an instant, splashing thousands of steel balls in all directions in the scorching fire and smoke!

The gangsters who were smoking cigarettes and sitting on the couch didn't have time to react, and in their frightened eyes, along with the couch and the wall behind them, they were beaten into honeycomb coals by the rain of bullets.

Floor clearing.

Only a small amount of smoke drifted out of the shattered window.

"That's it."

The intelligence player sitting in the cabin opened his eyes and made a gesture in the direction of the spring.

The latter nodded, and continued to talk to the eager newcomers in the team about the server rules.

It's said that it's a budding newcomer, but these guys actually have more than 20 levels, and they don't lack combat experience, but they don't have enough experience in team battles.

But then again, the "entry barrier" for this game is really getting higher and higher.

Now I don't have 8,000 hours of online time, and I'm embarrassed to call myself a veteran player......

……

Passing through a dense forest of steel, the formation of four vipers quickly reached their destination.

The target of the mission is an ecological park in the western part of the Free State.

This dome-shaped landmark was once the back garden of the high-ranking officials and wealthy people of the Flint Group, and the nearby single-family cottages are even more expensive, and they can be priced at the trillion unit.

But that's all in the past.

The entire area is currently under the control of the Special Forces supporting Mayor Otto "Hounds" and the police as a security zone to accommodate nearby civilians, and has been entrusted to the Coalition's Homeless House.

This is part of the cooperation between the authorities and the Union.

Although the war on the ground is over, there is still some way to go before order is restored.

The dense steel forest is not only home to the remnants of the Flint Syndicate, but also to the Marauder Gang that takes advantage of the fire and the gangs that are trying to replace the Flint Syndicate.

The troops stationed on the ground would have to secure the security zone before they could free up their hands to pick up the pieces.

Truth be told, today's Free State is like a giant whale stranded on the beach...... And it's countless times bigger than the former Great Rock City.

Once a whale explosion occurs, the terrifying power will be far beyond the collapse of the inner city of Boulder City.

Fortunately, however, the league has grown up and is far from being able to compete in terms of experience and ability.

Not only that, but Boulder City, which has come out of its own haze, has also become a more powerful existence than in the past.

Those who are already living in the New Age will not leave these survivors struggling in the northern part of the River Valley Province alone.

Coming to the junction was Lieutenant Colonel Edham, commander of the 4th Regiment of the Hound Special Forces.

Striding towards the tarmac, he wore a bulky exoskeleton that looked like the iron baboons of the Jungle Corps.

Commander Quanshui looked at his resume and found that this guy was actually an old acquaintance of the Alliance, having fought side by side with several of the Alliance's corps on the Ten Peaks Mountain before.

Including the adjutant named Tang Feng who followed Adam, who seemed to be a volunteer from Ideal City, and a veteran who came down from Ten Peaks Mountain.

In addition, Izumi was surprised to find some Willant people, who were also mixed in the volunteer team.

"Thanks, you're here." Patting Izumi's arm, Adam said with a grateful expression.

Izumi smiled faintly and reached out his fist and smacked it on his shoulder armor.

"That's too much of an outrage, just leave it to us here, and go and help your brothers."

Adam nodded solemnly, put his fist to his chest and gave a military salute, and then, without a word of nonsense, strode away in the direction of the entrance to the safe zone.

That was his obligation, after all.

He had to do it himself.

Izumi watched him leave, then set his sights on the safety zone not far away, and after reporting the local situation to the command, he prepared to assist the NPCs of the homeless house with the handover of local security personnel.

After all, the city of Bougerra is not a settlement of the Union, and the local residents are not League residents.

Although Mayor Otto and his supporters have the will to hug the league's thighs, the alliance is not meant to come and go.

There are so many things involved in this that you can't settle down with a pat on your head.

In particular, the vast majority of Union residents do not have a very friendly perception of the citizens of Bugra.

However, although the administrators did not immediately approve the "accession application" of the city of Bugra, they have granted the latter the status of "collaborator" and promised to hold separate referendums in both places when the situation is appropriate.

It may be a year, it may be two years, but it won't be too long.

At the same time, a group of people were gathered in front of the sentry post not far from the tarmac.

They are all residents of Bougerra and are not exactly residents of Bougerra...... For example, Mr. House, who was crowded in the front row.

When he saw the coalition plane landing on the tarmac, he rushed over as if he had seen a life-saving straw, until he was stopped by the soldiers of the Hound Special Forces.

Looking at the arms and checkpoints standing in front of him, House let out a shrill howl in the voice of the male duck as if he had lost his mind.

"Get out of the way——! You wild dogs, do you know who I am?! I'm from Boulder! I'm also a Union citizen! ”

He couldn't wait to get on the plane to Dawn City right away.

The two things he regretted most in his life were not getting ahead of the others to exchange the overnight avalanche of bougerra dollars for silver coins, and the second was not escaping from this rotten stinking ditch before the war broke out.

This sentence really made a few soldiers untidy, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

There are indeed some citizens of the coalition in the security zone, and there are even quite a few volunteers in the ranks.

Just when everyone was in a dilemma, the spring commander had already led people over.

Looking at the familiar face in the crowd, my darkest eyes lit up next to him, and I walked up with a hippie smile and said.

"Yo, Mr. House, long time no see, why are you still alive?"

Hearing the voice behind him, the soldier on duty immediately turned around and gave a military salute.

The Commander of the Springs nodded to them, his eyes signaling "I'll leave it here," and then walked up to the pale-faced House, staring into his eyes and saying.

"Your ID number?"

“……”

House's lips trembled and he couldn't speak, looking aggrieved as he was about to pee.

How could he have that?

Although Boulder City joined the Alliance, he had already gone to Junk City by then, and it was a good thing to move to Bougerra to resume his old business.

Kakarot quietly glanced at the grave next to him, and teased in a low voice.

"Actually, I don't think this thing is bad for smoking, it's just not very smart, at least he did what he said, and it's really not our person."

The grave hunter smiled and pursed his lips.

"I don't care, I'm a fun person."

Looking at House, who had been speechless for a long time, the spring commander shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not illegal to pretend to be a League citizen as you like, but you'd better not disturb order here."

With that, he looked at the group behind House and turned on the speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't care where you are inhabitants or where you plan to go after this, at least while you are still here, please observe the order here."

"The evacuated planes will arrive here, but not the ones you see. All you have to do is register your name and the number of your tent, then wait patiently and evacuate in order. ”

At the outset of the war, the Coalition had already evacuated the vast majority of its citizens operating on the ground, and even a few exceptional cases could not have occurred at the same time.

The Commander of the Springs could have guessed without asking, most of the people around here were fishing in troubled waters.

How can there be such a good thing when you mess up your own house and then run away, leaving the mess behind to others?

The alliance can't accommodate so many people in an instant, and neither can the ideal city.

People here must and can only stay on the ground and take back the responsibilities they once gave up.

Until the outside world is rich enough to give or accommodate them without reservation, they can only save themselves.

It is also the only chance to atone for sins.

Hearing that it was not the evacuated plane that had stopped here, the refugees gathered in front of the checkpoint dispersed.

House wanted to slip away, too, but the hippie-smiling I, the blackest, put my hand on his shoulder.

"Why don't I show you the way, and when this war is over, you can take a boat from Silvermoon Bay to the port of Golden Gallon, and then follow the Yongliu River all the way west to find a place called Tiandu...... There may be a place for your talents. ”

"While there is still a place for you in this world, seize the opportunity to slip away."

With that, he smiled and patted House on the shoulder, letting the frightened guy go.

The other side.

At the door of a tent in the living area, Wei Jia, the owner of Weijia Commercial Bank, was looking coldly at the villagers who had dispersed in disappointment.

Many of them were once residents of Boulder. Since the collapse of the inner city, it has moved to the city.

Although they usually don't contact each other, when it comes to such a big change, they have to hug each other even if they are reluctant.

After all, if they didn't, they probably wouldn't have been able to wait for this safe zone to be established, and they wouldn't have been able to get here at all.

But huddle to huddle, Weijia won't be able to afford these useless waste snacks.

Unlike these fools who are useless when they leave the inner city, he can break into the local upper class wherever he goes, or at least the middle and upper class.

Before the outbreak of this war, the gang of craps didn't even get a chance to meet him.

If it weren't for the loss of power of Sigma and the high-level leaders of the Flint Group, this ecological park where every inch of land is expensive is where he usually walks his dog, and these guys don't even have a chance to ask for food here.

However, who would have thought that the Flint Group would collapse?

He used to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wind Hotel in the distance, quietly watching the rise and fall of the Giant Stone City Tower, but now he has become the one who is looking down.

But it's okay.

He didn't put all his eggs in one basket, and he also saved a sum of money in the banks of the Union and Ideal City as a start-up capital for his new business.

Difficulties are always temporary.

After today's hurdle, he still has a chance to make a comeback, and it's a big deal to be an honest man in the future.

"My dear Sid lord...... I'm sorry that your servant didn't do his job well and didn't take care of your wife and children. If you have a spirit in heaven, please don't blame me......"

Vega, who was still sneering a second ago, suddenly showed a sympathetic expression.

It's a pity.

He had turned Bonnie into his stuff from body and mind, only to have to dispose of this perfect work of art.

No way.

She knew too much she shouldn't know, and the pitch-black sludge could be an obstacle to his legal status.

After all, the League is against slavery, and even more so against all atrocities against humanity.

In serious cases, he could even be identified as a predator, even if what he did to the lady was nothing to say in Bougerra in the past.

Regardless, he hated the risks, so he finally gave her a good time.

Although that's just the result.

Just as Vidja was seriously thinking about his future plans and how to use the resources in his hands to seize the opportunity to rebuild the city of Bugra, Grandpa Sid's youngest son, Kummit, walked in front of him.

The little young master who used to only hide behind his parents to show off his martial arts is now a lot more sensible.

After all, there is Master Sid's unfinished kindness, although Weijia will add a sentence of "dear Young Master Kummit" every time he calls him, he will never get used to him, and he will suddenly turn his face and reward him with a big mouth of love.

In those days under the fence, not to mention the clothes and things he wears, even the meals he eats on weekdays are leftovers from his former follower, Piru, the son of Vija.

So much so that Piru sometimes can't stand it, and occasionally secretly stuffs money to him and comforts him without telling his father.

As part of satisfying her twisted hobby, Viga didn't treat him like he did with his mother.

First, he didn't think that this cowardly kid could pose any threat to him, and secondly, he never let this guy know about the bad things he did.

He's playing a big game of chess, and he's going to raise this kid to be as twisted as Sid, and then make up for what he lacked in his childhood.

Looking at Vidya's face, Kumit instinctively felt a little frightened, but unlike before, he did not run away, but stared intently at the former's forehead and said.

"Mr. Vega."

Hearing the voice above her head, a warm smile appeared on Vega's impatient face, and she said gently.

"What's the matter, my dear young master Kummit, do you have any orders?"

In normal times, if Kumet dared to make any request according to his words, no matter how humble it was, it would inevitably be rewarded with a severe beating from him.

But this time, Kumet didn't show much fear, just looked at him with empty eyes.

"Where is my mother, you said you would take me to see her when I get to the safe zone."

A hint of boredom flashed across Vedja's face.

I have been perfunctory about this question a long time ago, how can this kid be endless.

Because the patrolling guards were still nearby, he didn't immediately start scolding, but just said with a smile.

"Ah...... Do you mean Lady Bonnie, I've sent her to Ideal City. After all, you've seen it, and all of a sudden, this settlement has become dangerous, very, very dangerous. ”

Yes......

Poor Sid.

His son will never know what his gentle mother has paid to protect him.

But who is to blame for this?

Is that kid some kind of good man and woman?

What the fool of the Malvern family did, the youngest son of the Sid family did not fall behind, and he can always find the guy who takes the blame.

Even if you do something bad, you can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven.

Looking at Uncle Vija with a smile on his face, Kumet spat out a sentence from his parched lips.

"Liar, don't ......"

Vidja's smile froze on her face for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.

"How could I lie to you? You're the son of my dearest friend, and I'm to you as I am to my son—"

Kurmit didn't speak, just stood with his eyes blank and dropped a holographic computer pen on the ground.

Vija was stunned for a moment, frowning and not knowing what was going on, until the pale blue cube cone released an unsightly picture and an unpleasant sound.

Buzz.

Looking at the blood-pumping picture and the face that shouldn't have appeared here, Wei Jia only felt like her head had exploded, and she was stunned on the spot for a while.

The refugees in the neighborhood were all stunned, confused by the sudden little movie.

Vidja was the first to come to her senses.

And the moment he came to his senses, cold sweat came out of his forehead like a waterfall.

Especially when those stunned eyes looked this way, he seemed to be standing in the middle of the street.

"Are you crazy?! She, she's your mother! ”

Vega pounced in a panic, ignoring the dirt staining her knees, and covered the holographic pen and her own twisted and tasty desires with her fat belly, just as she did when she pressed Sid's wife.

Kurmit looked silently at the face distorted by anger, with neither fear, nor despair, not even sadness.

He just calmly put his hand in his pocket, and then pulled out a pistol in front of all the stunned eyes.

"Bang ——!"

Vega had a blood hole imprinted on her forehead and collapsed in a pool of blood in dismay.

The whole world was silent.

He didn't expect that.

He collapsed before dawn and died so sloppily.

Not ——!

How could he accept such an ending?!

He finally got here!

Why?!

The spasmodic hands subconsciously curled up the dirt on the ground, leaving a few shallow claw marks in the mud.

He doesn't want to die!

But.

I can't help him......

"Hey!!"

"What the hell are you doing! Put the gun down! ”

Looking at the young man who had killed someone, he heard the gunshots and the soldiers roared and rushed over quickly.

If it weren't for the age of the other party, they might have both already fired.

Kummit, however, did not listen to the grown-ups, and only impatiently pressed the smoking muzzle of the gun to his thin chin.

It's noisy......

It's boring.

"Bang ——!"

As the second gunshot rang out, he fell to the ground like a puppet with a broken string.

Everyone froze in place, whether it was the refugees from the residential area or the soldiers who followed the gunshots.

Only the unbearable sound of the whole scene is still echoing......

The commotion in the residential area attracted the attention of the Union soldiers, and Izumi and his party quickly rushed over from the tarmac.

It was confirmed that the deceased was Vijia himself, the owner of Weijia Commercial Bank, and the murderer was his adopted son Kummit.

The killer committed suicide on the spot after the murder and had no vital signs.

According to further background checks, it was learned that the former had been the white glove of Sid, a nobleman in the inner city of Boulder, and had escaped when the inner city collapsed, and came to the Free State of Bugra with a huge fortune to continue running the Viga trading house, while adopting Sid's helpless widow and children.

As for the motive for Kummit's murder, it is also preserved at the scene of the crime.

"It's a twisted ......"

After returning to the sheriff's office, I plugged the chip of the holographic computer pen into the terminal and looked at it twice, and finally couldn't help but complain.

The others didn't speak, only the old brother of the spring water silently pressed a pause.

"Forget it."

There is nothing left to see in it, it is nothing more than the process of violence by the deceased against another deceased.

That guy named Vija has a video fetish.

He recorded all of Bonnie's mental breakdown, only to be somehow discovered by her son, Kummit.

Maybe it's part of the guy's bad taste, maybe he miscalculated, or maybe he was plotted by the enemy, after all, it's doubtful that Kurmit was able to get a pistol from the safe zone...... But these trivial details don't matter anymore.

The locals who died in this settlement were no longer burned, and the outsiders were still queuing.

Just ensuring basic order in the security zone is enough to exhaust the security personnel of the new authorities.

In this troublesome juncture, no one really has the extra energy to do justice to a brute.

That's it.

……

The scene of the crime.

The crowd did not disperse for a long time, and they were all talking about the two deceased.

Especially those who come from other residential areas to join in the fun.

Confused by the murder, they asked the nearby refugees who had lived in Boulder City about their identities and the grievances behind them.

Others are asking for "resources".

After all, in such a place where there is no pastime, everything that can be enjoyed can be fun.

Not far away, a white and chubby teenager stood in the crowd, looking at his father who was being carried on a stretcher on the street, sighing, making a sad expression on his face, and muttering to himself in his fat mouth.

"Daddy, don't you feel too tired? We fled from Boulder to the Free State, and we don't know where we're going to ...... next. ”

That fake sadness and his father were carved out of the same mold.

"I'm almost tired of playing with this toy, and I really can't play any new tricks...... I'm still not as good as you in this regard, you can take Aunt Bonnie's training and do whatever she wants. ”

"But don't you think it's a pity to kill such an obedient person? You're tired of playing anyway, so why don't you leave it to me? ”

Piru suddenly sighed a little lonely and shook his head with disinterest.

"Well, you can't hear me...... In short, I will collect those inheritances for you, and I will never let you work hard in vain in this life. ”

"You can rest in peace."

Like a fat ghost, he clumsily turned around and blended in with the crowd that didn't fit in with him, disappearing like everyone who didn't know the place......

……

To the south of the city of Bugra, about 50 kilometers from the city, lies the largest stronghold of the Displaced Families in the vicinity.

While the vast majority of refugees remain in urban areas, a significant number of survivors have escaped.

The Coalition will not stop the refugees from leaving, no matter where they plan to wander next.

However, for survivors who are willing to stay and rebuild their homes, the homeless homes provide them with food, fresh water, and essential household items and medicines.

In fact, most people prefer to stay when their basic survival needs are guaranteed.

After all, for them whose cognition is still stuck in the 215th year of the Wasteland Era, there is still a cannibalistic world outside, and no matter how much the civil war in Bougerra is fought, there are still a lot of high-rise buildings left.

While the latter is not uncommon in the wasteland, the survivors born in this colony have not seen it after all.

Many people have never even left the streets where they live in their entire lives, let alone the world outside the city.

People who run around like players are very few in the wasteland after all.

In the center of the camp, Chu Guang once again met Mayor Odor of Bougerra.

Unlike the last time we met in the Great Rift Valley, this guy has changed quite a bit, from a stable bureaucrat to a real leader.

This guy is a talent.

After greeting each other, the two began to talk about the scene in the camp.

“…… There are still many people in this world who need to do their best to survive. ”

"Yes."

Listening to the impersonal answer, Odo couldn't help but think of the people who died in the war, and couldn't help but throw out a relatively sharp question.

"Even so, can it still be called a 'new era'?"

He didn't mean to blame the league or the corporations or the colleges.

After all, it is the affection of others to help them, and it is their duty not to help, so he has no position of complaining.

And while they're fighting a civil war, the rest of the wasteland is dealing with a more serious threat.

They didn't cause trouble for the others, but they basically didn't come in handy.

However, even so.

At this time, the announcement of the arrival of the "New Era" and the resolution on the second south gate still hurt the feelings of the citizens of Bugra a little.

It feels as if they've been left behind.

And in the previous Torch War, they obviously had some strength......

Reading Otto's eyes, Chu Guang's thoughts didn't change much, but he nodded as usual.

"Yes."

Otto's expression was a little tense, and he asked.

"Why ......"

Chu Guang looked at the camp in the distance and said in a gentle tone.

"Our initiative for a new era in the Adhesive Community is not to claim that we have built a utopia on earth, but to say that we no longer wait for the arrival of the Messiah, no longer indulge in the illusion that the era of prosperity cannot be sustained, but that it is up to us to save ourselves and become our own light."

"If you really understand the weight of this sentence, then you are also part of the New Era, and we will never give up on you, just as we stand here today. If you don't understand, then you still need a little time. ”

The settlement is not hopeless.

In addition to the mountain of body bags, he also saw one man holding another shoulder.

No one has ever abandoned them.

Even if many people have long hated this sinful place, they want to blow it up with a nuclear bomb.

When people saw their determination to resist, they still reached out to them.

Otto was silent for a long time.

The eyes, which were originally a little confused, finally floated with a glimmer of enlightenment.

“…… I see, I see. ”

With a smile on his face again, he looked at Chu Guang beside him and sincerely stretched out his right hand.

"Thank you, and ...... Please also give us, and the inhabitants of Bougerra, a chance to move forward with others in the new era. ”

"We've been doing this for a long time."

Chu Guang smiled and shook his hand.

"You're welcome."

A relieved smile appeared on Otto's face, and he cast his somewhat haggard and tired gaze to the cities and wilderness in the distance.

"I don't know what people will say about us in the future...... And a new era in their lives that they are about to begin. ”

They are neither as prosperous as the Age of Prosperity nor as thoroughly desolate as the Wasteland Age.

It's really hard to evaluate.

He couldn't think of any words to use for a long time to sum up the difference between today and yesterday.

But—

Perhaps, people at the end of the Age of Prosperity were puzzled by a similar question: how do they explain to their children that the world they once lived in was not what it is now.

Looking at Oduo who was deep in thought, Chu Guang didn't particularly bother with this distant question, and just shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"It's up to them to figure it out for themselves."

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(PS: The ending of the Free State is actually a continuation of Boulder City, the former participated in the events of Boulder City like the Alliance, but inherited different things, in order not to repeat the plot, I wrote this paragraph from the side.) In addition, this chapter is connected to Chapter 545 "The road is all chosen by yourself", and those who have no impression at all can also start reviewing from Chapter 517 "Going Home~)