Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 547 - 376: The Story of Fate (4)

Chapter 547: Chapter 376: The Story of Fate (4)

A cub crawled into Malin’s arms. He patted its little head, and, at a loss for words, Malin began to browse other forums and Weibo that he could access—Malin, in his previous life, only remembered a few of the bigger ones, such as a certain Tweet and a certain Blog, but this time he could not find them. He didn’t know if this was due to the difference in timelines or if these corporate giants had already been swallowed by the tides of time.

His only option was to scour those forums, message boards, and Weibo that he had never heard of before.

For example, the message board he was looking at now was in Spanish. Malin clicked the enter key and waited a full two minutes before realizing that the server array of this message board had not responded at all—it might have already become fish food at the bottom of the sea or entered another world—after all, in the time Malin was in, this region had long since vanished.

So he chose one in German. Although he couldn’t understand anything, at least someone was able to speak on this message board eleven months ago, but after that, no one left any messages.

Perhaps it was a matter of survival.

After looking around, Malin noticed that the closer the messages’ dates were to the deep dive period, the more these people mentioned their actions being confined to the Eastern Europe area... This was almost identical to the records left by the Church. After the first great destruction, humanity had a period of revival, but the second destruction completely disrupted the entire civilization’s progress, and after the third destruction, human civilization had to start over once again.

Now, this period should be after the first great destruction but before the time of revival.

The human survivors of this time were still struggling to survive. Going online to check forums, message boards, and Weibo felt too luxurious.

With this thought, Malin switched from the Europe section to the Asia section.

Just like in the Europe section, Malin flipped through several message boards that had messages from survivors within the last two years, mostly reporting large numbers of biotech humans in certain areas.

Further back, some complained about the garbage produced by the European bio-factories, while others blamed everything on the North American lunatics. If it weren’t for the concept of biotech humans thrown out by North American labs, how could the Europeans have possibly come up with such things, with their imagination? The complainer even remarked that the concept of orc pets only came about with the help of a team of Japanese-descended scientists.

However, behind him, a European left a message too. This person must have previously studied in the Asia section; his Chinese was masterful. He stated that the chief engineer of the biotech human manufacturing factory was a North American and that orc pets were their Phase II improvements. Originally, he wanted to buy a beautiful Fox Clan woman that was one meter eighty tall, but now the foxes were only eighty centimeters in height. These Yankees definitely had issues, belonging to the kind who wouldn’t be punished excessively even if they were locked in a dark dungeon for ten thousand years.

As for how he knew, he mentioned his father was the second chief engineer.

Regrettably, what used to be a top-tier youth of the Mediterranean had to end his message saying he was off to work—carrying bricks for five cents a trip, ten trips enough to cover two days’ meal expenses.

Beneath his message, someone asked how much a load of green bricks weighed.

A professional provided a number that somewhat surprised Malin—a hundred pounds.

Was this after the great destruction when the spiritual qi revived?

Malin scoffed, then reconsidered—no, according to the time Malin had confirmed earlier, this young fellow should be at least in his late fifties or sixties. At that age, being able to carry a load of green bricks weighing that much couldn’t be simply explained by good health.

Could it really be due to mutations caused by the first great destruction when Chaos invaded?

But that was merely speculation. With the information at hand, Malin could not confirm the situation of these survivors.

Thinking this, Malin switched to another message board—the latest message on this board was from three months ago, which should contain more information.

As soon as he entered, he saw a message from the Mediterranean youth, which made Malin a bit happy—at least this guy’s settlement was still functioning normally three months ago.

In this message, the Mediterranean youth mentioned that their survivor base had once again withstood an attack by the biotech humans and they were preparing to establish a fishing fleet. Because too many survivors had recently sought refuge with them, relying solely on breeding and cultivation was becoming difficult. The youth said he was once a big shot in the Mediterranean and was planning to sign up for the fishing fleet.

Malin was amused by the guy’s optimistic spirit, then glanced at other messages, which mostly consisted of everyday chit-chat and banter. A few messages noted that the designed lifespan of the in-orbit satellites was almost up, and soon they might no longer have a network for these difficult brothers in different parts of the world to chat with each other.

Then a message caught Malin’s attention—the writer seemed to be a survivor from the aerospace system. He lit up several locations on the world map, stating that all of these locations had automated factories and satellite launch systems. If one day they could recover, these facilities and systems might allow for satellite launches once again, and maybe then everyone could have access to the network again.

However, these factories were either in inland areas or simply on other continents. The people in the message board ultimately sighed and dispersed.

Malin remembered these locations and then began searching for earlier content.

The first thing he found was the nuclear strike locations in the Europe section. Switzerland was on the list, as expected, said to be because a factory in France had issues, or perhaps the initial biotech humans still had enough intelligence to start a factory. In any case, they produced an immeasurable number of biotech humans. The entire Iberian Peninsula, southern France, Northern Italy, and a large part of Switzerland were all biotech human occupation zones. Therefore, the first wave of nuclear strikes understandably targeted these areas.