Chapter 1133: Liftoff!

When the news that Long An would livestream a rocket launch spread among the high-level officials of all war zones, from Eastern Europe to North America, from Siberia to South Korea, the entire human world almost exploded. While they were still painstakingly building safe zones and cheering over retaking the armory, they never imagined Long An had already achieved this.

Countless survivors remembered Long An's name.

In the imagination of many survivors, Long An seemed shrouded in extraordinarily powerful and mysterious colors. Many even fantasized that the survivors there were already living a pre-apocalypse life. Otherwise, where could a rocket possibly be launched?

How strong must their strength and confidence be..

"We'll provide the livestream fees?"

"Pre‑order info at 20% off?"

"If you're willing to pay, we can play our national anthem in space to boost morale?"

Looking at the list Chu An sent, the high-level officials of all war zones fell silent, feeling that Long An was like a vampire, sucking money everywhere.

To be honest, they're very interested in the livestream and really want to know how Long An managed to launch the rocket. If they could get a glimpse of the so‑called spiritual energy technology, it wouldn't be a loss.

But the rest? Better forget it.

Actually, due to their extremely complex and cautious mindset, many high‑level officials were both excited about signs of human civilization recovering and were getting back on track—even if just one rocket launch—while on the other hand they felt deep apprehension.

Anyone can see that the Doomsday System intends to pit human groups against each other in a gu‑like contest. As Long An of the Huaxia war zone already has a monster like Lin An, if they also mastered some technology, wouldn't they completely crush them? Do they really still have the ability to resist?

This mindset is most pronounced in the several countries surrounding the Huaxia war zone.

They, they can barely hold on.

Take South Korea and Japan as examples: their war zone is already on the brink of collapse, the entire official strength is about to lose control over ordinary survivors. On the homeland, zombies run rampant, mutants smash through safe zones everywhere, and survivors fight each other for resources.

Their small territory means they have no retreat.

Or rather, their retreat is the vast continent overhead. But now it seems that once the satellite network restarts, any of their "landing" plans would be visible to all.

Under pessimism, many survivors of the South Korea war zone have prepared to form teams and cross the border, trying to sneak in ahead of time.

No hope, no future.

Staying in this country, they will surely die.

"How do you plan to livestream?"

Standing on the launch platform where the rocket had been erected, Lin An casually asked Chu An, who was constantly calculating something.

The last livestream still used a broadcast license; this time, could it be the one obtained from his own trial?

Without raising his head, Chu An quickly typed a line of code on his homemade computer and calmly replied:

"Using pictures."

"Through the image function of the trade channel, do a low‑frame livestream—just bring an old‑style camera up there. There's nothing to interfere with it; just make sure you don't film yourself."

To earn a bit more, Chu An doesn't mind stringing them along again. After all, for this global communication, contacting all the high‑level officials, just buying props cost over two thousand reputation points, once again draining Lin An's reputation from killing the Zombie Emperor.

Half an hour later, after checking the data one last time, Chu An wearily lifted his head and seriously nodded at Lin An.

"Now is the launch window—get ready."

As his words fell, on the cleared launch square, hundreds of awakened ones and engineers sent over looked excitedly at Lin An.

Although this might not count as a normal launch, strictly speaking it lacks technical content.

But for the post‑apocalyptic world, this liftoff, the restarted satellite network, is undoubtedly like a cry of human civilization against the apocalypse.

They took our eyes, limited our technology, yet we can still stage a miracle!

Under the towering silver‑white rocket, Deng Xiang nervously drew a deep breath, then slowly brought his hands close to the circuit board Chu An had prepared.

After activating the electronic consciousness skill, as a sharp pain of brain‑splitting surged, in an instant Deng Xiang felt as if he had two viewpoints.

One was a pitch‑black space with no hearing or sight; the other was his own true self.

The strange feeling of his soul split in two made it somewhat hard for him to keep his balance.

In the void, he felt he could wander through the crystal core like an electric current.

"Tap"

The crystal core opened, a huge "city" made of silicon loomed before his eyes—that was the electronic structure inside the crystal core measured in nanometers. At the same time, a feeling as if he could compute everything welled up.

I.. I've really become half‑machine!?

Meanwhile, Xuanhai City, who was also being sent to space, listened seriously to Chu An's instructions. His task was to enter space and find the space station.

Preparations complete, Deng Xiang personally placed the crystal core bearing his own consciousness into the rocket's cockpit; here, Xuanhai Cheng will be with him.

"Yun Tian! Get ready to begin escort flight!"

"All units ready, record the rocket's attitude!"

Commands were issued one after another.

The most crucial Lin An in the launch plan also silently stepped onto the rocket platform.

Facing the twenty‑three‑ton behemoth before him, Lin An exhaled clearly and slowly gripped the handles welded onto the rocket's hull.

To carry this thing to ultra‑high altitude, he estimated he could at most hold on to just under half the speed of sound.

If it weren't for Chu An's demand, he wouldn't have thought of this at all.

He didn't even know if he could hold on..

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Lin An's muscles burst with force; amid repeated gasps of cheers, he lifted the rocket bit by bit, like an ant holding up a giant tree. With the great power backing him, it wasn't too taxing.

But such a striking scene really looked too eerie.

"10!"

"9!"

"4!"

"Liftoff!"

Spiritual energy burst forth instantly; relying on 99 points of limit will, Lin An precisely controlled his spiritual energy output, and amid the cheers he shot upward rapidly.