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"Thanks to Green Garb, we have killed the cunning and treacherous Father God. Otherwise, we would still be deceived and ruled by Father God," said one of the Mutant Officials, and the others began to echo his words.
Rek looked at these officials and spoke, "Our new base cannot be without a ruler for even a day. After the death of Father God Demon, the people are lost and in need of a strong leader.
I propose Green Garb as the leader of the base. You have seen her strength in the videos; even the reborn Father God is no match for her.
If anyone has doubts or disagrees, now is the time to step forward. I will give you a fair chance to duel," Rek declared, holding up the Demon Blade in front of the many officials in the room.
The officials exchanged glances. Although some of them aspired to be leaders, after witnessing Green Garb's Ability in the video, they all felt they could not defeat her, especially with Rek, who was dressed in a pre-Cataclysm Genetic Mech, standing beside her.
"No one stepping forward means you all agree with my proposal.
Green Garb will become your new queen, leading Mutant Base to survive in this world of Cataclysm. Once Green Garb becomes your new queen, your previous positions and rights will remain unchanged. You will be glad that today's choice was the right one.
If anyone dares to cause trouble after today, you know what the consequences will be," Rek warned, still holding the Demon Blade as he addressed the officials.
"Long live the Green Queen."
"Long live the Green Queen!" The officials respectfully bowed to Green Garb.
Confused, Green Garb looked at Rek, somewhat dazed as she was pushed into becoming the queen of this Mutant Base.
"You will issue a new order: Green Garb is to become our new queen, and immediately provide food and water for everyone in this base for ten days. Remember, it is for everyone.
Inform the people of this base that food and water will be distributed again in three days. This ten-day supply is a reward from our new queen, Green Garb, for everyone in the base.
Other matters will be discussed tomorrow morning here in this Metal House, where Green Queen will announce them to you," Rek said as he stepped forward.
A group of Mutant Officials looked at Green Garb and Rek. After a nod from Green Garb, they all spoke in unison: "The new queen is benevolent!"
"Everyone, step back!" Rek said.
A group of officials left the Metal House. Green Garb looked at Rek, somewhat incredulous that she had become the highest ruler of this Mutant Base.
"Rek, can I really be a good king? I don't know anything," Green Garb asked timidly.
"Green Garb, you just need to believe that you are the strongest. From today on, every decision you make, even if it's wrong, you must declare it correct. You need to cultivate the demeanor of a king.
I will stay with you for over twenty days to assist you in ruling this Mutant Base.
But after those twenty days, I will have to leave this base. At that time, you will need to govern this Mutant Base on your own," Rek said after some thought.
"What? Rek, you're leaving in over twenty days? Where can you go, outside?
Outside this base is filled with radiation and toxic gases. Even with Genetic Mech protection, if you stay out there for too long, your body could become severely infected and mutated, or even face Gene Collapse.
The Mutant Species outside attacked our base without fear of death because our base has heavy special protective metal plates that can block some radiation and sources of infection. To them, entering our Metal Base is the only hope for long-term survival," Green Garb urgently questioned Rek.
"Green Garb, I actually do not belong to this world. I came here to help you eliminate the existence of Father God in this Mutant Base. I have completed my mission; originally, after killing Father God, I could leave immediately.
But I chose to stay for over twenty days before leaving," Rek revealed some truths after thinking for a moment.
"You don't belong to this world? Then where are you from? Rek, are you sure your mind and memory are okay? Did Father God mess up your memories?" Green Garb asked worriedly.
"I'm fine; my memory is clear. You should know that Genetic Mech no longer exists in your world—or rather, in this timeline five hundred years after the Cataclysm.
Let alone my current state as an uninfected Genetic Mech and Demon Blade.
I come from the future, from Earth a thousand years ahead. Starting now, in over twenty days, I must return to a thousand years later," Rek said seriously to Green Garb.
"You really come from a world ten thousand years in the future. What is that world like? Is the Earth still filled with radiation and toxic gases?" Green Garb asked curiously.
Rek thought for a moment and replied, "In the world ten thousand years later, this space is called Dark Space. Although there is still radiation and toxic gases, after ten thousand years of Earth's self-purification, the levels of those gases and radiation are not as high as they are now.
Moreover, in the world ten thousand years later, Dark Space connects to another Earth in Parallel Space. That Earth in Parallel Space has not experienced the Cataclysm and has a very good environment.
To be precise, I am from the Earth of a parallel world ten thousand years in the future. I first went to Dark Space and then returned to your time a thousand years ago," Rek explained.
"You’re making it too complicated; I'm confused. But I understand a bit, which means if I want to see you again, I have to wait ten thousand years for a chance," Green Garb said somewhat unhappily.
"You can understand it that way, Green Garb. Can you help me with something? Prepare some items for me. In the world ten thousand years later, I am under a deadly curse.
I need an item that allows me to traverse fixed points in time and space so that I can reach a ruin called Coordinate, which may not exist on Earth, to lift my Deadly Curse," Rek said earnestly.
"You’re cursed? Cursed in the world ten thousand years later? Are you dying?" Green Garb asked Rek, though she didn’t fully understand, she grasped some of it.
"You can understand it this way: when I return from here to the world ten thousand years later, I will probably have about two months left to live. If this curse is not lifted, I will surely die," Rek said seriously.
"What do you need me to prepare? Or how can I save you? This is a thousand years ago; who knows what this world will become after ten thousand years? Should I prepare something now to take with me? Or should I keep it for ten thousand years? Oh my, I can't guarantee that anything will last for ten thousand years," Green Garb said with some concern.
Rek looked at Green Garb and said, "The Deadly Curse I am under requires me to traverse to an Ancient Temporal Sanctuary Ruins to resolve it.
I now know the Coordinate of this ruin, but I have no means or items for traversal.
The only item I know of is an eyeball from a creature called Time-Space Beast Variant that exists in the world ten thousand years later. This Time Beast has the ability to traverse time and space; obtaining its eyeball would allow me to travel to the fixed point Coordinate. Of course, there may be other special items or magical objects, but I don't know about them."
"I hope you can keep an eye out for magical items or artifacts that can traverse the fixed point Coordinate, as well as high-energy Energy Stones or special energy objects that I need," said Rek.
"However, the things you want are somewhat difficult to find. If I rule this Mutant Base for a long time, I might be able to acquire some of them. The problem is, even if I manage to get these items, how will I give them to you? I estimate that I won't be able to obtain what you want in a short time, and after more than twenty days this time, you definitely won't be able to take them with you," Green Garb asked Rek in confusion.
"That's right, I can't take them this time. However, you can bury them in a place, and after ten thousand years, I will be able to retrieve them," Rek suggested.
"Bury them? The ground seems to constantly change over ten thousand years; the items might end up anywhere. Even if I bury them, you won't be able to find them," Green Garb replied.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you a method. On the Earth where I originally came from, there are structures called pyramids. These buildings are very special; they can preserve items for a long time and can be built using just stone and manpower. I have some simple blueprints for pyramid structures. You can also add some runes on the pyramids; I don't have those runes, so you'll need to research them yourself. Once your base's technology level increases, you'll likely be able to develop similar runes that can keep the buildings intact over time.
In the future, when you have strengthened your rule over this Mutant Base, if possible, let the outside Mutant groups build these pyramids. Build a total of seven pyramids at the positions and distances I mark for you. Underneath the central pyramid, leave those items for me.
After ten thousand years, I will search for the shapes of these seven pyramids and find the items you've preserved," Rek said as he activated his Wrist Communicator, revealing detailed blueprints for pyramid construction.
Green Garb looked at the massive blueprint of the pyramid complex with confusion. "Can I really succeed in building this? It looks so complicated; I doubt I'll remember it all," he said.
"I'm just showing it to you for now. Tomorrow, when you have some free time, gather a few Mutants and copy this blueprint several times. You have plenty of time; as long as your Mutant Base isn't destroyed, ten thousand years is enough for you to build these pyramids."
"Of course, you might not be able to complete it; your descendants will need to finish this grand project. Can you help me with this?" Rek said.
Green Garb thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "I'll do my best, but if I fail and don't establish these Pyramid Complexes, don't blame me if you can't find these seven pyramids ten thousand years from now."
"I'm just glad you can help me, regardless of success or failure," Rek replied with a smile.
In the following days, Rek assisted Green Garb in ruling this Mutant Base and offered many suggestions for improvements.
The people within the Mutant Base gradually accepted their new Queen, Green Garb. They noticed that under her rule, food and drinking water increased, and executions were fewer; at most, there were exiles.
Twenty days quickly passed, and Rek and Green Garb found themselves inside this Metal House.
During these twenty days, Rek improved the control System of the base with the help of Genetic Mech. The original biological brain of Father God had died, allowing Rek to gain ultimate control of the base and transfer that control to Green Garb.
"From now on, you will be the main controller of all mechanical equipment in this base. You can pass it on to your descendants or the next king you appoint, but remember, never pass it to outsiders.
Unless it's a matter of life and death, do not reveal the control permissions of the weapons in this base.
Who knows how many years into the future you or your descendants may face a coup, similar to this Rebel Organization that killed Father God.
At that time, the control permissions of these weapons will be your last trump card to eliminate those Rebels and save yourself or your descendants, ensuring that you remain the rulers of this base forever," Rek stated.
"Rek, are you really leaving? Why don't you stay with me instead?
We can rule this Mutant Base together.
Didn't you say that as long as you stay in my world, your Deadly Curse won't act up? You can be king or I can be king; either way is fine," Green Garb pleaded with Rek.
“Green Garb, a thousand years into the future, my world still has many people waiting for me, and I still have my mission. I am not the only one cursed; there are thousands of soldiers and generals as well. I cannot stay here.” Rek thought for a moment and found a reason to refuse Green Garb's request.
“Alright, Rek, you can go. I'll see you in a thousand years. If possible, I will be waiting for you in eternal slumber beneath the Seventh Pyramid.
If these seven pyramids are truly built within my lifetime, I will find a way to create a means for me to sleep for ten thousand years. I will rest beneath the central pyramid of the Pyramid Complex.
I will sleep together with the Energy Stones prepared for you and the space-traveling artifacts, waiting for you to awaken me,” Green Garb said seriously to Rek.
“Green Garb, you don’t have to make these sacrifices for me.” Rek felt a bit embarrassed upon hearing this.
“It’s fine; this is my thought, but it depends on whether I can truly build these seven pyramids in my lifetime.
If I cannot build them and I die,
I will try to ensure that my descendants wait for you in the pyramids once they are built, guarding those special Energy Stones and space-traveling artifacts,” Green Garb continued.
Rek wanted to say more, but then heard the prompt from the War God System in his mind: the mission time had ended, and the space-traveling gate was opening. The Host needed to leave within thirty seconds, or they would remain trapped in this Parallel Space mission world forever.
A Golden Time-Space Gate appeared before Rek.
“Green Garb, I'm leaving. If possible, I will definitely find you or your descendants beneath the pyramid in a thousand years,” Rek said as he stepped into the Golden Time-Space Gate.
The Golden Time-Space Gate closed as Rek entered. Green Garb, watching Rek disappear before her eyes, was now convinced that everything Rek said was true; this Rek really came from a world a thousand years in the future.
After entering the time-space gate, Rek lost all sense of time and space.
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