Enforcer Manual
Chapter 997 - 899: Man and Nature_2

Chapter 997: Chapter 899: Man and Nature_2

"What do we do next?"

"Find Lu Xiang and bring her here, the High Priest will show you the path of destiny."

After a pause, the statue’s voice came out again, "We have a Divine Artifact hidden in the desert. Try to obtain it, and it may bring you good luck."

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Under Rosali’s warm invitation, Song Lan and "Nothingness" still arrived at the area where the Rebel Army was stationed.

Rosali’s subordinates had set up a majestic camp on the outskirts of the oasis, far from the city area. The camp was much more sophisticated than those of the other rebel factions, and the main reason for the smooth progress of its construction was the employment of two giant Death God Crabs comparable in size to skyscrapers.

"Don’t be afraid, they are our allies, they don’t bite."

After regaining her own body, Rosali’s mood lightened significantly, and she said to the staff of the "Dead Man’s Lottery" program with a smile, "The United Government calls them ’The Bell Tower Twins,’ offering a bounty of 12 million watts. I really don’t know how they think of these bizarre names."

In contrast, their own names for the two Death God Crabs were much more affectionate.

"Big guys, these people are our friends, don’t give them a hard time."

With a boom, the massive bodies, like bell towers, bent down, and dark shining eyes closely examined them, as if to etch Rosali’s friends into memory.

Song Lan, an old friend of the Death God Crabs, stepped forward and amiably patted the crustacean’s shell.

A scene of harmonious coexistence between humans and nature, this was precisely what they advocated.

"Eh, you’re actually not afraid of them?"

It wasn’t the first time Rosali had brought card friends back to the camp. Usually, being able to stand still and not bolt after seeing two adult Death God Crabs was considered brave enough. She had never encountered anyone who treated the Death God Crabs like small animals as Song Lan did.

This person was officially a Law Enforcer in District Seventeen, but he likely had an impressive hidden identity.

What surprised her even more was that the Death God Crabs did not resist, but instead showed an (oﾟ▽ﾟ)o expression, seemingly enjoying Song Lan’s caress.

This was a far cry from the cold, "Death God Crab setting" they usually maintained around the camp.

"Anyone who understands Death God Crabs knows they are cute and friendly little animals."

"...Where did you hear that?"

William could no longer hold back and asked.

It sounded very different from what most people knew about Death God Crabs, and even from the name "Death God Crab," one could infer they were anything but cute and friendly.

He had reason to suspect that the person who told Song Lan this might have intended to harm him.

"A very famous naturalist and humanist during the Third War period."

"What was his name?"

"Malfurion."

Malfurion?

The members of the "Dead Man’s Lottery" crew looked at each other, pondering for a long time but could not recall any information about this name.

However, they also had to admit that they had not conducted in-depth studies in the fields of nature and humanities.

In the year 2167, the concept of living in harmony with nature was out of popularity. People were always in the urban jungle, and the original appearance of nature could only be found in books from the period of the Third War.

What was seen in pictures and composite videos appeared to be a completely different world from the present.

"By the way, would you like to experience a special project of the Rebel Army, a privilege reserved for a few distinguished guests?"

William was curious about everything he had recently encountered, "What kind of project?"

This was what he imagined a trip to the Neutral Country should be like.

"Driving Death God Crabs, but be careful not to damage anything in the camp, or you’ll have to pay for it, even if you are my card friends."

"Of course, we’re interested, but how exactly do we drive them, oh oh oh—"

William’s cry of alarm was quickly replaced by a thunderous roar, and the sensation of his soul leaving his body appeared once again, but this time, his field of vision significantly heightened. With just a single step backward, the ground of the campsite began to tremble slightly.

Gradually, panic turned into excitement.

William slowly adapted to the changes that had occurred in his body. He saw the arms he was waving—a pair of long and sharp scythes, which according to the manual, could easily slice through the bulletproof coating of armored vehicles.

Everything before his eyes seemed incredibly tiny, while the moon hidden behind the clouds seemed as though it had stepped closer to him.

It was a wild power indescribable in words, yet it brought tears of joy to William’s eyes.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall the dreams of his childhood.

He was a native of District Seventeen, and like others, he too harbored impractical yet romantic dreams when he was naive.

Yes, he had once aspired to be a Mech Pilot.

Yet as he grew older, he realized there was no such profession as Mech Pilots in the world, that those on the screens were mere products of people’s imagination.

And now, he was experiencing the wonder of being a Mech Pilot in another unique way.

Elsewhere, "William" also excitedly hurried over to Song Lan’s side, his fists cupped in his hands swinging back and forth in greeting, "God of Harvest, seeing, happy!"

They weren’t familiar with human language and could only express themselves with simple words.

God of Harvest?

Rosali maintained her composure, etching this title into her memory.

This was precisely why she had invited William to experience driving the Death God Crab, she had always felt there was a deep connection between Song Lan and the Death God Crabs, as if they had known each other from a long time ago.

After spending a lot of time with the Death God Crabs, it became clear that they were actually a very proud species. Though they collaborated with the Rebel Army, even if their relationship improved, they would never lower their heads to the ground and allow others to pet them as they had done just now.

After the greetings, "William" ran off to one of the wooden huts and returned, carrying three bottles of mineral water.

"God of Harvest, drink water, token of appreciation."

In the desert regions where drought persisted, offering a water source was the highest form of hospitality towards guests.

"Him? The God of Harvest?"

"Nothingness" simply could not believe his ears; at that moment, he was convinced that Song Lan was unquestionably the number one con artist in the world, as anyone who knew him would acknowledge that by no criterion could Song Lan be associated with words like harvest or life that implied flourishing growth.

If anything, deceitful or Destruction God would be more fitting for his modus operandi.

"Go ahead, take it. It’s rare for those big guys to give gifts to anyone."

This title made Rosali increasingly intrigued by Song Lan, "We encountered them while marching in the desert, this is their way of communication with us."

Dominance over souls could bring destruction and chaos, but she had also developed a way for different species to communicate with one another.

Despite numerous challenges, through the joint efforts of the Rebel Army, they had managed to teach these two Death God Crabs simple communication.

"They are a couple who left their community, offering to join us on their own initiative to see the human world for themselves, and all this may well be thanks to you."

"Me?"

Song Lan was puzzled; he had never encouraged any Death God Crab couple to abandon their home.

"They’ve mentioned your existence—exploring the human world. They heeded the call of the God of Harvest, and I originally thought they were referring to a totem of their species or a Consciousness Entity. It never occurred to me that the legendary God of Harvest would actually be a living human..."

Rosali paused then asked, "You are human, right?"

"100% pure, a pure human without any cybernetic implants."

"I should have known; the God of Harvest is a powerful Psychic. You must have found a way to communicate with them using your Psychic Abilities."

Rosali could barely contain her excitement, "I’ve shared quite a bit of our story just now, now it’s your turn. If you don’t mind, could you tell us your story of becoming the God of Harvest? I’m very interested."

"I’m very interested too!"

"Nothingness" timely joined in on their conversation, "What exactly did you do to convince them that you are the God of Harvest?"

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