Chapter 65

While lost in thought, Gepard pressed the button.

Boom~

A dull thud echoed, followed by a puff of white smoke. The smoke was not pungent and dissipated quickly, revealing what lay behind it.

Instantly.

Serval and Bronya, who had followed along with Gepard, were struck with shock once again.

Because they saw a mountain-sized pile of supplies!

It nearly filled the entire plaza!

Its height was nearing that of the Qliphoth Fort!

On the mountain of supplies, words that could be understood were written: "Food, Clothing, Medicine, Energy," and there were even weapons!

"My goodness!"

"What did we almost miss?"

Serval couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling incredibly fortunate.

If not for Bronya wanting to send one more message, and if not for her spotting the button, these things would likely have slipped through their fingers!

More importantly, this was just from a single pill!

There were several more boxes of such pills!

"Belobog is saved!"

Bronya thought to herself.

Even Serval, the eldest of them, had to admit that with these supplies, Belobog could indeed hold on for a while longer.

But the premise was...

That the Overworld and the Underworld didn't start fighting each other beforehand.

"Oh no!"

"We have to get there quickly!"

Serval said hurriedly.

Before, because no matter what they did, Belobog had no hope, Serval hadn't cared.

But now that there was a glimmer of life, Serval was willing to struggle a bit.

At this moment.

Even eight-year-old Bronya knew the severity of the situation.

Supplies were no longer lacking, but supplies alone weren't enough; they needed people to manage them.

Then.

The three of them hurriedly took a squad of Silvermane Guards and rushed toward the Underworld.

Meanwhile.

The Underworld suddenly experienced a surge of people.

This was the most crowded the Underworld had been in years.

Yet, so many people brought no signs of prosperity to the Underworld; instead, it made the atmosphere on the scene increasingly tense.

To be precise, the two groups gathered in the Underworld were currently in a standoff.

One side was the well-equipped Silvermane Guards, commanded by Supreme Guardian Cocolia.

The other side consisted of miners, prospectors, and other refugees with mismatched equipment, or arguably, no equipment at all.

Under normal circumstances, dealing with such refugees would be a breeze for the Silvermane Guards.

But right now.

Even Cocolia had to act with caution.

One reason, naturally, was the monsters gradually closing in, which meant the main force of the Silvermane Guards hadn't fully evacuated yet.

On the other hand, the officer of the Guards, the brightest new star of the Landau family—Gepard—was not here.

Finally, there was the tall robot blocking the Guards, preventing them from continuing their exploration of the Underworld.

"Svarog! Have you forgotten the orders of the previous Supreme Guardian?" Cocolia reprimanded.

"Answer: Svarog has never forgotten the directive. I have been working in the Underworld for six hundred and ninety-one years in accordance with Dr. Milsheimer's instructions."

The tall, one-eyed robot spoke in a cold tone, with no intention of taking a step back.

"Is that so? Was Dr. Milsheimer's order for you to stop the Supreme Guardian from coming to the Underworld?"

Cocolia was burning with anxiety.

She never expected the changes to come so quickly; this was not what had been agreed upon.

Could it be... that the Stellaron lied to her?

And until now, she still hadn't found any trace of Bronya.

If she had known, she shouldn't have been so strict.

Letting Bronya, who was still a child, have a few more days of happy memories before Belobog's destruction would have been good.

"Correction: The Doctor's order was for me to protect the Underworld. Calculations show that after Overworld residents flood into the Underworld, they will encroach upon the Underworld's living space, causing the survival rate of Underworld residents to drop by fifty percentage points and leading to their premature death. Conclusion: Preventing the Overworld from entering the Underworld allows Underworld residents to live three days longer."

Svarog laid out his analysis in a cold, mechanical voice.

His analysis left neither side feeling comfortable.

The people from the Overworld, needless to say, were extremely impatient.

The Underworld was even less able to remain calm.

What did he mean by living three days longer?

Did it mean they would definitely die in three days?

This conclusion was nothing short of a devastating nightmare, and everyone who heard it felt sorrowful.

As for questioning Svarog's judgment...

That was difficult.

Because Svarog was technology from the "previous civilization," and in hundreds of years, none of his judgments had ever been wrong.

His judgments were all derived from data.

People could lie, but cold data could not.

For a moment.

Everyone felt somewhat distressed.

But the people from the Overworld were used to abundance and hadn't had much contact with Svarog, so quite a few of them didn't believe his judgment at all.

They thought it was intimidation.

Besides.

Couldn't the people of the Underworld live three days longer?

Why couldn't it be the people of the Overworld? Anyway, the people of the Underworld were just mud-legged peasants.

"Supreme Guardian, quickly order the Guards to launch an attack. I don't believe a group of refugees without decent equipment, plus one machine from the old era, can stop the Silvermane Guards!" an Overworld noble said with disdain.

Once these words were spoken, the conflict was undoubtedly intensified.

The people of the Underworld were instantly enraged.

A battle seemed inevitable.

Behind the Underworld residents.

Natasha rubbed her temples, feeling for the first time that studying medicine was useless.

It could only heal wounds, but it could not heal strife.

Why, when disaster was imminent, could they still engage in infighting?

Although...

It was indeed all for survival.

"Big Sister, are we going to die?"

Beside Natasha, a little girl with purple hair asked.

There wasn't much fear on the little girl's face.

At only eight years old, she had long been accustomed to death; this time, it was simply her turn.

She had long expected such a day.

Natasha was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know. I wanted to lie to you, but Seele, you are different from the other children; I cannot lie to you. Yet, I don't want to tell you the truth, so I can only say... I don't know."