Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 943: Section 619: Transmission_2

Chapter 943: Section 619: Transmission_2

Upon reaching the surface, Malin pulled up the soft hood behind the Power Armor. The full-face armor provided adequate vision and, once the mask was worn, it was possible to see without temperature differentials in infrared vision.

"Oslo, the most cherished memory of that gentleman, it’s a pity, just like the memories of humans, it’s been destroyed," Jason lamented behind Malin as they boarded the transport machine.

"Did he like Oslo that much?" Malin asked, sitting down and looking at Jason.

"Yes, it’s said that he met a little beauty there, golden wavy hair, skin white like porcelain, and a smile like a charming angel," Jason said, the red light in his electronic eye turning pink: "Although I’ve only heard it from him, I’ve seen how he looked, and I feel like she must have been the most enchanting woman. Otherwise, the gentleman wouldn’t have been so obsessed with her."

"It’s just unfortunate that all this is gone," Malin sighed.

As the transport machine’s hatch closed, Jason sat next to Malin and fell silent: "You’re not wrong, if that thing was still on my weapon rack below, I wouldn’t have been able to sit down now."

Malin shook his head: "I’ve told you, when luck isn’t on your side, the size of the fellow doesn’t matter."

"You’ve never said that to me before, I swear on my memory bank," Jason retorted.

Malin skillfully chose to change the subject: "Speaking of which, have you really confirmed that location?"

"Don’t worry, based on the narratives and memories of you and Mrs. Clovis, I have confirmed the room where the child used to live. I even found the unlucky guy who died in that room, still fresh. Poor guy thought he would find something valuable there, but ended up losing his life for it," Jason segued into all he had investigated.

"That’s great, we’ll enter from there," Malin said: "I remember Clovis mentioned there was a hole in the wall there."

"Uh, but there’s no hole there," Jason had a different opinion: "I think it would be best if you go from the rooftop."

"No need, I’ve thought about that hole, and it’s possible that I’m the one who made it," Malin had also seen photos of those three locations, and to him, that hole might have been made by his own doing.

"Hmm... judging by possibility, indeed there is such a chance, but Mr. Malin, what if it isn’t?"

"Then we break another window," Malin said: "I just need to get into the corridor, confirm that it’s the one from Clovis’s memory, and then determine if it’s the target I’m looking for."

Soon the transport machine reached the airspace above Oslo and after initiating stealth mode, Malin stood in front of the open hatch using binoculars to confirm the target window.

"That’s our target." After speaking, Malin stepped back a few times, then began to accelerate, and jumped out of the hatch and straight into the room.

After landing, Malin turned to look at the entrance behind him, compared it to the gap in his memory, and then revealed a satisfied smile: "See, Jason, this gap matches up highly with everything in the memory I understood before."

Jason jumped in through the gap, taking a look at it: "Is this what they call Fate?"

"I suppose it is," Malin said with a laugh as he nodded his head, turning to look at the dead Explorer: "This fellow was lucky to delve into such depths, but that’s as far as his luck went. Fate doesn’t always smile upon a gambler; eventually, the gambler loses everything."

After speaking, Malin came in front of the corpse, yanked the Dog tags representing his identity from around his neck, and then walked toward the door: "Jason, let’s go."

"Okay, should I deal with that thing behind the door to the left?"

"No problem, leave it to you." Malin opened the door, gazing into the pitch-black corridor, pulling down the night-vision goggles on his forehead: "I’ll take the right side."

"Good, let’s go." Jason patted Malin’s shoulder from behind.

Malin raised his launcher, stepped out of the room, and fired into the depths of the corridor. The next second, flames and sparks flared in the depths of the corridor as Chaos was pierced by a high-energy laser and fell to the ground.

And behind Malin, a faint screeching sound could be heard.

"This is the corridor, let’s move, Jason, it’s time to extend a father’s greeting to those Chaoses," Malin said with a grin.

......

Fate guides the Tech Hunters, just as the North Star points the way.

Waking up in a dilapidated room with small, flickering fires, the Orc with the grotesquely altered appearance had her mechanical left eye adjust to the light of the fire, its cold gleam flickering.

And her right eye was the reddest of reds.

She took out the family heirloom pocket watch from her pocket, checked the time, and confirmed that her recent deep dive had taken her less than ten minutes. The room’s protective enchantment was still active, and no one knew that in those ten minutes, someone had altered her own destiny.

Standing up, she pulled up the hood of her snug battle suit and fitted the multi-spectrum goggles over her face. The red, one-eyed lens zoomed in and out before starting to work normally.

She approached the door and took one last look at the withered corpse beside the wall, an old-era Tech Hunter, an old-era precursor armed with a sword and a Revolver who had reached the end of his life in this room. Now, after who knows how many years, a person with the same ideals and convictions had appeared here once more.