Raid complete.
In the way everyone least wanted to see.
“From this day forth, Nerrifa will have no more Royal Family.”
On this entire planet, the only force remaining is the Forest Ranger.
They, who dwell in the Shamanic Forest, once had no interest in war or ruling.
Perhaps in the near future, with the collapse of the two empires, their ambitions will gradually expand, trying to become the new nobility in the wake of disaster, and to fully unite Nerrifa.
But so what?
That has nothing to do with the Raider anymore.
This time, the two Antimatter Bombs were not for Nerrifa’s future, not to bring advanced ideals or freedom to this place.
A Raider will never force their own values, or their so-called justice, upon other civilizations.
That is arrogance, just like the actions of the Emperor.
This explosion was only for revenge.
For the countless Fellow Countrymen who died in this purge.
If the Forest Ranger chooses to become the new Emperor in the future, then let them be.
After all, during this catastrophe, they sheltered quite a few Raiders.
It’s what they deserve.
“It’s over.”
[Raid Target Achieved]
This time, the reward points were plentiful—so many that none of the surviving Raiders could count all the zeros.
Just like no Raider could count the number of people who perished in this calamity.
Survivors, numb and dazed, slumped down and wept.
Until White Light flashed, sending them back to the Preparation Room—now a severely oxygen-depleted White Space.
“Let’s get started on the final Earth reconstruction. Everyone, exchange for soil now.”
The Peace had been set to autopilot return, and would soon arrive back outside the brand-new Earth.
Meanwhile, Miss Nuo, having recalculated the gravity of the solar system, continued organizing the assembly of Earth.
“Since Saturn has gone missing, the solar system’s gravity is out of balance. We must rearrange the remaining eight planets. According to the mass and gravitational calculation formula…”
Okay, okay, I get it, could you just tell us the result directly?
Wu Xiaomi felt a headache coming on and began to tune out.
All in all, after several simulations, far away, that little ball of dirt began to grow again.
Starting from the crust, the design team restored the mountains and rivers of the old Earth.
Mountain ranges stretch across eastern Asia, with three deep steps—the very source of the East’s landscape imagery.
The Designer kept those mountains.
But not without a bit of personal touch, not a mechanical replica.
These mountains had always made transportation difficult, so, taking advantage of their freedom in assembly, the Designer left plenty of tunnels and skybridges.
A touch of cyberpunk was secretly hidden under the picturesque scenery.
Very cool.
Next came the broad plains of Europe.
Wu Xiaomi watched the soil being piled up, and before she knew it, she was lost in thought.
She recalled Ar Kang’s speech.
She opened the stored video.
At that time, Kang Jie was beaming with excitement.
[We’re out of dirt, so we’ll lay down new soil across every corner of this world! Pile
up a damn Earth! Trees are gone, we’ll replant them—make a new Amazon Rainforest!
The sea is gone, we’ll fill it again, pour out the Pacific, Indian, Atlantic,
and Arctic Oceans!]
[From today, we are Adventurers! We are Pioneers! We are the Creators of this new world! We can build whatever world we want—we are our own Divine Grace! Buddha! Deity!]
[When the time comes, I want to go back to the school I built with my own hands, and watch my own Students grow up….]
[Don’t cry! No need to cry!]
Because, everything lost today, we’ll get it all back!!]
As you wished.
Everyone, stop exchanging for soil and start exchanging for 35% Saltwater—go wild,
pour it out everywhere!”
Miss Nuo gave the order.
A torrent of water burst forth, splashing onto the uneven, yellow-brown sphere.
This was the biggest rainfall Earth had ever seen. Even 250 million years ago, during the tearful Permian Extinction, the rain hadn’t been this exhilarating.
In the deep grooves, the blue water surged and grew rapidly.
The vapor formed clouds, clouds brought fresh water to the land, filling the rivers.
At this moment, in people’s memories, that Blue Planet, finally,
had returned.
And then a Miracle happened.
Beams of teleporting White Light flashed.
The first residents returned to this land even before the humans who rebuilt it.
“Whoooo—”
A Great Whale leapt out of the water, sending monstrous waves and knocking barnacles off its skin.
Flying Fish soared over the bay beneath the setting sun, fluttering their wings.
On the snowy highlands, a Yak raised its head, gazing at the distant White Space.
—that moon spraying water.
It pawed at the ground, tilted its head, its big brain seemingly full of question marks.
More White Light traced across the sky.
Wu Xiaomi saw the Amazon Rainforest, restored in an instant to its former glory.
This wasn’t quite what Ar Kang had imagined.
Wu Xiaomi couldn’t help but laugh, wiping her eyes.
Looks like we don’t even need to replant the trees ourselves.
That guy who once wanted to save Earth had thought of everything long ago.
“Look at them—so carefree and at ease.” Miss Nuo watched the scenes on the screen enviously,
“Disasters mean nothing to them. It’s always the humans who think so highly of themselves who end up as the workers.”
That’s not entirely true.
After all.
A big ship carries a heavy load, a fast horse travels far.
The greater the power, the greater the responsibility.
“Getting this far with reconstruction is just the foundation. We still need to bring back more materials, and modern architecture.”
“Since we’ll be heading home soon, let’s spend all our points.”
First was energy.
The reconstruction team decided that, once home, fossil fuels like oil would be abandoned.
They could consider clean antimatter energy.
So Miss Nuo asked everyone to exchange for extra Antimatter to bring back to Earth.
And, there were the warp-drive battleships.
Miss Nuo shared the improved Peace, minus all weaponry, so everyone in the Manggu District could have their own mini-Peace to go explore.
This would also be the main mode of transportation in the future.
Since the decision was to head for the stars, they’d see it through to the end.
Even if destruction returned, they would never retreat.
Besides, as long as there was enough Antimatter, even if Saturn showed up again, humanity would not be helpless.
“We still have plenty of points left, so exchange as much as you can.”
[How much Antimatter did you exchange?] Wu Xiaomi secretly passed a note to Miss Nuo.
“Probably just enough to blow up 3.5 solar systems,” Miss Nuo replied regretfully,
“Too little, considering I still need to exchange for super-lithium. Why don’t you help me get some?”
Wu Xiaomi chose to refuse.
After all, she still needed to exchange for loads and loads of storage ships, then fill them all with snacks and games~
She’d spend the rest of her life in those storerooms, playing games forever!
Hearing Wu Xiaomi’s plan, Miss Nuo puffed her cheeks and mouthed a few words, though no sound came out.
But Wu Xiaomi read her lips.
Clearly, it was three words.
“Good-for-nothing.”
Good-for-nothing?
Wu Xiaomi puffed up her cheeks and pointed toward where Jifeng was.
Miss Nuo instantly had nothing to say.
That group had exchanged for even more snacks and games than Wu Xiaomi
And what were those little octopuses for, anyway?
“I’ll use one battleship for storage, and another for team gaming,” Ah Lei grinned, scheming,
“Gotta add more seats in the game room—one pod for me, one for Ar Kang, one for Wu Xiaomi, and then—”
He had it all planned out.
When every Raider had used up all their points,
it was time to leave.
“Before we go, shouldn’t we meet the owner of the White Space?” Bai Xiaozhi asked, “Our benefactor.”
“If they wanted to meet us, they’d have come already,” Miss Nuo shook her head,
“There are countless civilizations in the stars. Maybe helping us was just a routine batch task for them, a lift of the hand.
There’s no need for them to come in person.”
Is that so?
Wu Xiaomi felt a little disappointed.
She was actually quite curious.
After all, she’d only just met the Salted Fish Aliens—who knew if the other starfolk looked as weird as they did?
Just as she was pondering, a shadow covered the sky.
Oh—not the stars, but the Peace had returned.
However—
The Peace’s hatch opened.
It should’ve been on autopilot, returning empty—but someone stepped out of the Peace!
Wu Xiaomi recognized three of them.
It was the Witch, Ah Fu, and the Former Shaman.
But behind these three, there was someone else.
Could it be
the Spirit of Abundance?!
No, but she didn’t quite look like the Spirit of Abundance, either.
The girl blinked in confusion.
Then who is this?