Apocalyptic starship

A planet with natural life.

An ordinary-looking young man sat on the sand dune and looked towards the dilapidated camp in the distance. The gray tent had been used for an unknown number of years and was in tatters, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any time. The fire and smoke showed that there were still people there. The young man was wearing a light machine suit. A was carrying a gun on his back, and it seemed as if he had walked a long way.

"I haven't seen a good world turn into this in a few years. It's really tempting to die."

After taking off the helmet and pouring out the yellow sand inside, the young man put the helmet back on his head. However, he did not buckle it but pulled the straps and walked towards the tent area, leaving a series of footprints in the sand dunes behind him...

The young man is none other than Rubik's Cube. He is just a clone made by Rubik's Cube. He has a body similar to that of a human. It's not that Rubik's Cube doesn't want to personally solve the problem of mechanical civilization's civil war, but that he can't. Shortly after becoming a god, Rubik's Cube discovered that his strength is rapidly increasing. After declining, he had no choice but to take his family to the interior of the main starship to find a way to recover. As a result, his strength became weaker and weaker over the past few years. The strange thing is that he is still immortal, but he has lost his strong combat effectiveness. The Rubik's Cube without strength is gone. There is no way to mediate the war, nor to allow family members to appear. The main starship wants to let nature take its course, and maybe it can find a way to become stronger through war.

Therefore, Rubik's Cube stayed inside the starship every day, fishing, growing vegetables, raising flowers, walking birds, or entertaining children. The unique inner world of the starship allowed Rubik's Cube to live a comfortable life.

But I couldn't ignore the chaos outside, so I had to make an ordinary body again and separate a small piece of my mind to see what the universe was like. I used space technology to appear on this planet. The original database indicated that this was a naturally beautiful and prosperous planet. As a result, after walking for three days and three nights, there was nothing but sand, or the remains of various mechanical armies.

Walking to the outskirts of the tent camp, Rubik's Cube finally saw clearly what was in the camp.

"This is like a cosmic refugee camp..."

A group of vagrants from a certain alien race open their big green hands to beg. They are already so tattered and still begging. Only the ghosts believe that they can get anything valuable. The Rubik's Cube of that race knows that they are slow and very lazy. One meal can last ten days. Only they can survive by begging for food in this deserted camp.

A dilapidated vehicle drove over, and dust billowed from the rear of the car, covering Rubik's Cube figure. Rubik's Cube wiped the dust off his face and was speechless when he saw something pulled in the carriage. It was a machine gun of some high-level mechanical soldier. It was covered with scars and was barely usable... …

The scorching sun was rolling with yellow sand, and all the creatures' faces were covered with sweat and yellow sand. The car door opened, and a bearded man got out of the car and walked to the largest tent and knocked on the window.

"Boss Ma! Look how much food I can exchange for the machine cannon I just picked up!"

Crunch! The glass window opened, revealing a wretched bald man leaning against the window and looking at the machine cannon in the carriage.

"Without ammunition, only machine guns are worthless. Three bags of flour and cannonballs! Cannonballs are valuable! I have a bunch of these machine guns here!" The bald man surnamed Ma in the window shouted. Rubik's Cube was speechless after hearing this. A machine gun is worth it. Three bags of white flour, think about it and you will understand. On a desolate planet full of deserts, three bags of white flour are as good as gold.

"I'm telling you, Boss Ma, don't bully people too much! I worked so hard to dig this thing out of the sand dunes and you give me three bags of flour? Believe it or not, I sold the machine cannon to those savages!" The bearded man didn't understand at all. Don't be bald.

"Don't scare me with the savages! Even if the savages come, I will be fine. Because you have worked here for many years, I will give you three and a half bags of white flour. If you agree, you can change it. If you don't agree, you can Go find those damn savages! Do you want to change them?”

The bearded man spat, gritted his teeth and said "change". The bald man happily asked a few of his men to carry the machine gun into the backyard.

Rubik's Cube walked into the tent camp and wandered around. There were monks, ordinary people, enhanced people, and various alien races. The tattered tents were enough as long as they could block the harsh sunlight. No one cared if sand blew in. He wore It's also very simple, simple coarse cloth clothes, or some people have light mechas, which were ripped off the corpses of the human warriors of the Machinery Empire on the battlefield. Even the monks are using the Tang Dao standard of the mechanical soldiers.

The so-called white flour is not ordinary white flour but processed white flour. When you pinch small pieces and put them in water, they can ferment into large steamed buns, enough for an adult to eat.

There is a bucket in the camp. In front of the bucket, a few ordinary monks are selling water. They use magic to condense water or ice cubes to meet the camp's water supply. Of course, the price is definitely not low, and they use the standard coins of the Mechanical Empire.

"Hey~ New here! How about I exchange a bowl of white noodles for your light mecha?"

A big man in the tattered tent shouted to Rubik's Cube. Rubik's Cube walked over without looking at it. Rubik's Cube wanted to find a fighter jet or spaceship and leave here to visit the earth or other planets. Who knows if space travel is possible here? The aircraft, even with a Rubik's Cube, is likely to disintegrate halfway...

Bang bang bang~ The Rubik's Cube knocked on the window.

The bald man opened the window and looked at the Rubik's Cube and then at the guns and mechas.

"Are you a human soldier of the mechanical army scattered here? Don't ask me how I figured it out. I advise you to leave early because there are those damn Decepticon robots overhead, and they will kill you!" the bald man said With a ferocious expression, he immediately closed the window.

Before the window could be closed, the Rubik's Cube was stuck with his hand.

"You talk so much nonsense. I just want to know if there is a spaceship here that can travel between stars. If there is one, tell me where it is."

Baldhead looked at the Rubik's Cube.

"Of course there is, but it's in a city more than 20 days away from here. I hope you can get there alive."

Pop! The window was shut hard. Mofang really wanted to throw a grenade here to kill the idiot whose brain was irradiated. He didn't think about getting treatment even though the radiation level was so high, but he was showing off every day. Looking at the broken tent, Mofang felt that the grenade was much more valuable than the broken tent.

Looking back at the aliens of various races napping under the broken tent, Mofang thought he should find a map.

When Mofang was looking around, three humans came over. One of them was holding a standard pistol for mechanical soldiers, and the other two were holding bayonets for mechanical soldiers. Obviously, all the weapons were picked up from the ruins of the battlefield.

"Newcomer, put down your gun! Take off your mecha!"

Mofang narrowed his eyes and sighed. He dared to come out to rob without even a bullet in his gun. He really treated everyone as a fool. He punched and kicked hard. In the blink of an eye, the three robbers were lying on the ground. Mofang went over to pick up the pistol and took a look. It was okay. It was well preserved. He would find some bullets when he had a chance and put them in his pocket.

He squatted down, felt around the three people with his hands and took out a piece of white dough and a tattered map. Then he threw the dough to a few beggars who picked up the map and examined it carefully.