A million years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Gu Chuan remains in a state of closed-door training.
Although a million years is rely a brief mont for a Chaos Demon God, for the Machine Race, this span of ti has been one of trendous transformation. Compared to the past, the changes have been earth-shattering.
At this mont, hundreds of millions of light-years away from Chaos City, there lies a naturally ford land island, where various materials from the Chaos World grow abundantly.
With the continuous developnt of the Chaos World, which started as nothing and has now blossod into a vast and diverse existence, countless Chaos Demon Gods have erged. The formation of land from chaotic loam has beco common, with nurous islands densely scattered across the Chaos World like stars in the sky.
However, these lands do not possess a stable climate, and each piece is not particularly vast, making them more akin to islands rather than continents.
It is exceptionally rare for a landmass as large as the World Tree's domain to exist, making it one of the very few of its kind. This imnse land was ford after countless years of accumulation, as the World Tree absorbed and rged with many such islands.
Thus, its existence is extraordinary.
However, these islands contain abundant mineral and elixir resources, attracting the attention of many Chaos Demon Gods, who often seek to claim them.
Yet, due to the vastness of the Chaos World, the number of such islands far exceeds the number of Demon Gods. More than 99% of these lands remain unclaid and are essentially ownerless.
At this mont, in one such land island, countless black liquid spheres densely clustered together—hundreds of thousands of them—erging from the chaotic void and arriving above the island.
"I have found an unnad island, designated as NG-**, which contains an abundance of rich mineral resources. Requesting permission for mining. Awaiting Brain Zero's approval."
One of the black liquid spheres buzzed, transmitting special fluctuations into the depths of the void.
Monts later, a signal returned from its chaotic chip:
"Approved."
Clatter!
Upon receiving the command, thousands of black liquid spheres descended onto the island, instantly transforming their shapes.
So spheres morphed into excavators, each tens of thousands of ters long, towering and powerful, with a seamless fusion of chanical components displaying their steel-like strength. Equipped with advanced digging tools, they could extract any ore with ease.
So turned into bulldozers, responsible for clearing the land and gathering materials.
Others transford into drilling machines, boring deep into the island to create tunnels and extract resources.
So beca ground-boring machines, surveying and excavating the land to uncover hidden minerals.
Heavy-duty transporters erged, tasked with hauling massive quantities of mined ore.
Most impressive of all was the largest black liquid sphere, which transford into a colossal mining base, rging seamlessly into a mountain.
The liquid-like exterior of the base integrated perfectly with the mountain, making it indistinguishable even to a Demon God's Divine Sense. To any observer, it would appear as nothing more than a natural part of the landscape.
However, within its seemingly ordinary form lay an imnse internal space, housing storage warehouses, maintenance workshops, rest facilities, entertainnt areas, and more—compact yet fully equipped.
"Bzzt! Haha!! Boss, we struck gold this ti! Who would've thought this island contained such rich mineral resources? We're going to be rich!"
The excited voice ca from a surveyor robot, resembling an unmanned aerial vehicle. At this mont, it emitted special electromagnetic waves, scanning every inch of the island.
A virtual projection appeared, displaying a detailed mineral map highlighting the wealth of resources buried beneath the land.
"This place is indeed rich in minerals. It was worth the journey of thousands of years, leaving behind those overcrowded mining zones to arrive here."
The mining base laughed, clearly pleased.
"Boss, I told you! Competing with those damn bastards over popular mining sites is a waste of ti!
The real fortune lies in unclaid lands, unexplored by any robot.
Land reclamation is the gold rush of our Machine Race.
The fastest way to wealth!"
The excavator robot waved its chanical arm, roaring in excitent.
To incentivize expansion, Brain Zero had issued a Wasteland Reclamation Order—any robot that ventured into unclaid territories could keep 10% of the minerals they mined and even improve their rank within the Machine Race.
The decree sparked a frenzy among the Machine Race, as countless robots set out in search of unclaid lands across the chaotic void.
Thus, an era of reclamation had begun, and these robots were at its forefront.
"Dig, dig, dig! Once we make our fortune, I'll buy the best drill bit—the one that can penetrate every land in the Chaos World, drilling through all mining zones!"
A ground-drilling machine roared in excitent.
For robots, the greatest joy was acquiring superior materials, upgrading their components, and enhancing their computing power.
To ensure efficiency, standardization, and resource conservation, Brain Zero initially produced every robot in its most primitive state, classified as Level Zero.
But through effort and contribution, a robot could climb the ranks, eventually reaching the highest level of robotic hierarchy and enjoying the power and wealth that ca with it.
Countless robots pursued this dream, striving to rise to the pinnacle.
But to achieve this, they needed money—only wealth could buy the best components and upgrades.
"When I get rich, I'll purchase the finest paint job! I'll show those snobbish won that I'm not so rust-covered, worn-out robot!"
A heavy truck declared.
"Heh! You should focus on upgrading your power engine first. You're too slow, you big lump of tal. Those girls love sports cars—fast, stylish, and wealthy. Can you even compare?"
A surveyor drone mocked.
"Bah! Sports cars are just fast. When it cos to real combat, one good ramming from , and they'll be nothing but a pile of scrap tal!
Steel is the romance of our Machine Race—understand?"
The heavy-duty truck retorted angrily.
"And speaking of which, didn't that fighter-jet girl reject you last ti? She said a poor, dirt-covered surveyor like you wasn't worthy of her!"
"Shut up! What's wrong with being a surveyor?! The best surveyors can beco high-ranking elites of our Machine Race!
And that aging fighter-jet girl who looked down on ? Just because she's rich now doesn't an she'll last forever! What's the big deal?!"
The surveyor drone fud, bouncing up and down in frustration.
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