It’s said that this was once a childcare center for the wealthy in Star Ring City built by Earth Union before the Great Destruction. Here, their children, infants, and even genetic genes were given the best care, but who could have imagined? The orbital path of the Star Ring was destroyed, and the era of the Great Destruction arrived, with Chaos invading... Malin thought there might be no living people left up there. Even if there were, they would only be vessels of Chaos. Yet, Malin longed for hope, for the appearance of a miracle. As the spaceship prepared to dock with the eco-conservation pod, Malin finally set aside his sighs and walked to the docking interface, taking the Blaster Bolt Gun and Chainsaw Sword from Sostak No.3’s hand — these were originally used by soldiers in Power Armor, but in Malin’s hands now, these large weapons seemed like mere toys. "Speaking of which, Malin, now that you yourself are a weapon, why do you still carry these things?" Sostak No.3, clad in Power Armor, followed behind Malin, asking curiously. "Because this reminds me of a game I used to play," Malin replied calmly. To this, Sostak No.3 shook his head, "Malin, you still sound like a child. The games you mentioned are old relics from eight millennia ago." "I know, but I think those games were the best I’ve ever played in my life. No matter if there will be better ones in the future, that has nothing to do with me. I just know the ones I love because I’ve played them, and no matter how deep and meaningful the subsequent games are, they no longer matter to me." Malin said, smiling sadly: "Sorry, Sostak." Malin initially thought Sostak No.3 would seize the chance to ridicule him, but to his surprise, Sostak No.3 let out a long sigh. "I can understand you, Mr. Malin, like Mr. Zhang said, life is short. No matter what sacrifices and rescues are made, human life is still so fleeting." Walking through the passage with Malin, standing before the locked eco-conservation pod door, Sostak glanced at the door, "Bixiu Five, have you hacked into the door?" "Not yet. I used the previous universal code, but it didn’t work. I don’t know if this is an internal core issue or someone changed the code." Bixiu Five was temporarily at a loss with the door. So Malin connected with Jason through communication. Upon hearing that Malin and Sostak No.3 were locked in the system, Jason immediately linked to the system remotely, revealing it to be an extremely complete system, finding from the base-layer data that at least this system and the AI controlling it were still operating until a month ago. "Sesame, open up, I’ll handle this, don’t worry." After helping Malin and Sostak No.3 open the pod door, Jason shifted his attention to the background — he had work to do there, and being a listener seemed like a good idea. Malin walked out the door, faced with a notice — You have entered the conservation pod, please do not speak loudly, every child has the right to dreamland. Pretty nice, if the corridor behind the notice board wasn’t a corridor of blood and flesh. Sostak No.3’s artificial eye should share with Jerin and the others, witnessing the scene; Jason, Bixiu Five, and Bei Luo immediately appeared in the communication channel, Sostak No.3 activating the Anti-Chaos Array on his Power Armor. "Damn it, I’ve never seen such pollution. Whose doing is this, I’ve never seen it!" The electronic tone of Bixiu Five contained a trace of tremor. "It’s okay, Sostak, stay with me." Malin comforted Sostak No.3, simultaneously raising his head to look at the corridor. As if hearing voices, the corridor and reception area, initially lit only by emergency lights, suddenly lit up brightly. The next second, a whisper with an electronic tone resonated in the reception area. · Welcome to NA19, this is Isabella No.7, manager of the conservation center, honoring humans who have broken free from gravity’s restraint. Malin glanced at Sostak No.3, uncertain about the identity of this Isabella No.7, but neither Sostak No.3, Jason, nor Bixiu Five knew either. However, Bei Luo did: "Isabella No.7 is a mass-produced conservation core of the North American Star Ring Conservation Group, and this pod happens to be under her charge. Mr. Malin, please ensure her status and confirm the preservation of genetic genes in the lower layer of the conservation pod." "Understood." Malin acknowledged, then raised his head, "Isabella No.7, I want to confirm my authority." "Visual confirmation that you are Caucasian, pure-blooded, you’ve obtained VIP access. Please restrain your mechanical servant, welcome to the conservation center. Tell me your name so I can confirm your identity from the enrollment list." Isabella No.7’s response left Malin somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry, glancing at Sostak No.3, who shrugged, indicating his own confusion: "I’m just a military AI, Mr. Malin, don’t treat me like a Prophet." Alright, Malin decided to ask the three in the channel while informing Isabella No.7 of his name.