Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1118: Shadron’s Will

Chapter 1118: Shadron’s Will

Surviving alone in the wild could lead to starvation in just a few days, so even though they knew their chances of surviving in the city were slim, they didn’t dare to venture too far.

Khalil first emphasized the imminent threat of the alien battleship that was arriving, raising everyone’s fear.

Only then did he explain Amalia’s plan.

He didn’t directly say that Amalia had a small world; he only mentioned that there was an absolutely safe place where everyone could hide, but the cost would be the loss of their brief freedom.

"What’s there to hesitate about?" everyone asked in confusion.

It was only a temporary loss of freedom, and it was a completely safe place.

What reason could there be not to agree?

"If there really is a completely safe place, I’d have no problem staying there for a lifetime."

"Exactly! As long as we can survive, with no threats or pressures, what’s there to fear about losing a little freedom?"

Everyone responded eagerly, and nearly no one objected.

Those who hesitated were only doubtful about whether such a place truly existed.

They had lived in fear for over a year.

The strength of the aliens had driven them into the depths of despair.

What would happen after they left Shadron?

Outside, there were aliens everywhere—perhaps even more powerful ones, and many more of them.

Even if they managed to survive this moment, there was no guarantee that after they moved to another planet, the aliens wouldn’t find them again.

Khalil was pleased that everyone was so united and trusting at this moment.

He reassured them that he would never harm their lives and then relayed their words to Amalia.

Amalia had already heard them.

She didn’t immediately bring these people into the small world but instructed them to bring everything they might need—knives, furniture, anything.

Although everyone didn’t quite understand, they followed her instructions, and some even brought furniture along.

Amalia had never taken so many people at once, so it needed to be done in batches.

In order to avoid causing panic, she asked Khalil to arrange for some of the people to be placed in a spacious house.

Each time a group entered, she would bring in another.

After the second group entered, they would think that the first group had already gone to that place.

An hour later, Amalia had finally brought one hundred thousand people into the small world.

Soon, the house was left with only her, Kenny Lin, and some soldiers including Tariq.

Khalil had been brought into the small world at the beginning.

Since they had suddenly arrived in an unfamiliar world, they needed a pillar of support to calm everyone.

Khalil was undoubtedly the best candidate.

Although it wasn’t the first time seeing it, Tariq was still stunned that one hundred thousand people had vanished just like that.

It took him a while to snap out of it.

"Benefactors, what should we do next?" Tariq immediately stepped forward to ask the two of them.

"I’m Amalia Vanquez, and he’s Kenny Lin. There’s no need to call us benefactors," Amalia said.

"Alright, Ms. Amalia, Mr. Kenny, we don’t know when the alien battleship will arrive. What preparations should we make now?"

Since Lieutenant wasn’t present, and even if he were, Tariq guessed he would ask the same of the two benefactors.

"Move everything you need onto the spaceship, and do it quickly," Amalia instructed.

"Understood," Tariq immediately gave the order.

The Lieutenant had temporarily transferred authority to him when he left, and all the soldiers had to listen to him.

The well-trained soldiers were highly efficient.

Compared to the ordinary civilian of the planet, their movements were sharp and swift.

Driving their Mechas, within half an hour, they had moved everything onto the spaceship.

Amalia told them to wait on the spaceship, and they took off into the sky, gazing at the ruined Shadron below.

She wasn’t sure whether such a planet that was nearly destroyed, still had a so-called will.

She didn’t bring out Wealth outside but instead communicated directly with him through her divine sense.

"What should I do next?"

"I’m not sure about the specific steps either. However, you can try to communicate with Shadron’s will. It’s very weak now, and without your initiative to communicate, it can’t do anything."

Amalia had never tried communicating with a planet in her life.

In her previous life, she never conceived of planets as living entities.

The vast and mysterious universe was filled with countless planets, with some collapsing daily to form fearsome black holes.

This naturally occurring phenomenon would never lead anyone to think that planets might possess a will of their own.

Having a will was akin to having a human-like consciousness.

Amalia returned to the ground and knelt on one knee on a patch of warm soil.

Since there were no shortcuts, she could only rely on her own method.

Close contact with the earth should be more effective than aimless conjecture.

Her aura slowly withdrew until it was barely perceptible.

Only Kenny Lin could sense the faint trace of her presence.

If it were Tariq and the others, they might think Amalia had already passed away.

Her mind sank entirely into the earth.

Like a statue, she remained kneeling quietly on one knee.

Kenny Lin beckoned Tariq over with a wave of his finger.

Tariq promptly hurried over.

Amalia had rarely taken action directly, so his most vivid impression was still of Kenny Lin, the benefactor who slaughtered aliens as effortlessly as slicing vegetables.

"Mr. Kenny, do you have any instructions?" Tariq asked.

"Amalia might be immobile for a while. How much longer do you estimate it will take for the aliens to arrive?" Kenny Lin propped one leg on a stone chair, striking an incredibly arrogant pose.

Tariq didn’t find anything odd about it.

With such incredible power, a bit of arrogance seemed justified.

"The lieutenant estimated before going in that it would take about a day," Tariq replied.

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