Chapter 1009
Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1009: Baby Drool Bib
Chapter 1009: Baby Drool Bib
“I’m a cautious person, and that’s not a good trait. Honestly, at first, I wasn’t completely confident in you guys, didn’t quite trust…”
As the Ocean Voyager descended slowly, Bohemia was having a heart-to-heart conversation with Lyanna and Luther. Arianne sat alone in the distance, silent as if she didn’t exist, seemingly unwilling to be noticed. Lin Sanjiu, temporarily mimicking Yu Yuan using her Higher Consciousness, wouldn’t return from the control room until the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p came to a complete stop. Bohemia sat on the ground, holding the hands of the other two, chatting away, “But after getting to know you better, I realized that you’re really good people. I’m glad you’re willing to be my companions…”
“Yes, yes,” Lyanna smiled and pulled her hand back without a twitch.
Luther turned his head and glanced at the black figure lying unconscious on a crate not far away, as well as the scattered puppets on the ground. He cleared his throat and turned back to ask, “After landing, we need to transfer him to Exodus, right?”
“Who? Oh, him.” Bohemia half-opened her mouth, as if the question troubled her. “We should move him in. Don’t be fooled by his thin appearance, he’s heavy, and there are so many puppets…”
“I can lend a hand,” Luther smiled at her. “Did he… um, instruct you to take care of him? But you can’t handle it alone.”
“Who says I can’t? But there’s no rush. Let’s go talk to Lin Sanjiu later and figure out what to do. We can’t leave him here unattended.” Bohemia nodded gratefully at him and sighed. “You know, we don’t have s.p.a.cesuits, and we can’t even go outside the Ocean Voyager. How do we loot the Night Wanderers’ supplies?”
“That’s not a problem,” Lyanna raised her chin. “I just talked to Lin Sanjiu about it. There are still two fighter jets left on the Ocean Voyager. If we use them properly, we can catch them off guard. Although the pilot is dead, isn’t Lin Sanjiu capable of piloting now? She has this ability… or whatever it is. How long can she maintain it?”
“It’s Consciousness Mimicry,” Bohemia enthusiastically explained. “She mentioned it briefly to me before. It seems like she can simulate other people through her Higher Consciousness…”
Lyanna leaned closer, fully focused on listening to what she had to say. But before the sentence was completed, Bohemia stopped talking.
“And then?”
“That’s it.” The eyes beneath the long, golden-brown hair blinked a few times. “She told me that much. Each person’s developed abilities are different, so I’m not sure about the specifics.”
Although they were all unaware of the details of [Consciousness Mimicry], it was certain that the simulated version fell far short of the original, as just as they were about to land, the Ocean Voyager suddenly plummeted from mid-air. When it crashed heavily onto the ground, the impact was so strong that warning sounds even rang out from the dock. Puppeteer, still unconscious, slid off the wooden crate and landed with a thud on the puppets. The three of them were thrown off and tumbled on the ground for several rotations.
“With this level of proficiency, flying fighter jets seems quite risky,” Bohemia muttered to herself while getting up from the ground. When Lin Sanjiu finally returned to the dock, the system warning sounds had finally ceased.
She approached the others with a slightly strange expression, scratching her head.
“The power systems of the Ocean Voyager and the other smaller s.h.i.+ps aren’t on the same level,” Lin Sanjiu seemed surprised by her rare stroke of luck. “It seems like we’re the first ones to arrive at RH102… The Night Wanderers’ fleet hasn’t even shown up on the radar yet.”
Looking out through the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p’s windows, RH102 initially seemed no different from the wastelands and canyons on Earth—a vast gray-white horizon dividing the endless black sky. Looking up, two dim celestial bodies hung motionless in the night sky, making one truly feel that they were on another planet.
Except for Puppeteer, who was still unconscious, the rest of them stared at this desolate planet, filled with an otherworldly feeling, without saying a word for quite some time.
With such a significant advantage in their hands, everything became much easier.
After discussing for a while, Lin Sanjiu used [The Power of Word Picture] to “modify” the appearance of the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p’s hull to the point of almost being unrecognizable: the engines were partially destroyed and burnt, the hull had several large openings, and everywhere was covered in soot and scars. When the first blip appeared on the radar system, she even set fire to several broken wooden crates and let the thick smoke billow out of the s.h.i.+p. From the air, the Ocean Voyager looked like a crashed s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p due to an accident.
To increase credibility, Luther and Bohemia carried the corpse of a Night Wanderer left in the restricted area first instead of Puppeteer. Along with Lyanna and Arianne, each person found a relatively intact corpse and threw them outside the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p one by one. To prevent anyone from identifying the bodies from a distance, Lin Sanjiu smeared them with blood stains, making their faces dirty and buried them in the sandy soil.
This planet was quite different from the one where Lin Sanjiu and the grand prize had parted ways. The difference in the environment for human survival was considerable. Even as posthumans, they had to cover themselves as much as possible with protective gear, not daring to take a breath during the few minutes they were disposing of the bodies outside.
“Why couldn’t the Night Wanderers pick a better place?” Bohemia complained when they returned to the Ocean Voyager. “Now that the diversion is in place, are we just waiting for them to fall for it?”
“I think there’s a high chance of luring them over to a.s.sess the situation,” Lin Sanjiu was quite optimistic about her plan. “Even if they only send two members to investigate, we can still get two sets of s.p.a.cesuits.”
“But what if no one wants to approach?” Bohemia crossed her arms, looking skeptical.
Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment.
“Aren’t you able to cultivate your Higher Consciousness?” She thought for a moment and suggested, “Start now, don’t waste time, and make the most of every minute to cultivate your Higher Consciousness… Every bit counts.”
Bohemia’s face gradually turned serious. “What are you planning?”
“As long as my Higher Consciousness is strong enough, I can continue to mimic. If they really won’t fall for it, we’ll have to deploy the fighter jets.”
“Why is it always me? Will you never be done with using me?” Bohemia erupted in anger, able to curse endlessly. Lin Sanjiu knew that no matter how stubborn she acted, she would eventually give in. So she simply listened quietly. Even when Lyanna and the others said, “We’ll go move Puppeteer,” Bohemia didn’t stop talking.
The footsteps of the two gradually faded away until they stopped at the place where Puppeteer was sleeping. However, when they looked down, they seemed to be suddenly caught in surprise and confusion, standing frozen in place. Lin Sanjiu murmured, barely pulling herself out of the storm of anger, and walked over to take a look. She was also startled.
“We can’t let him sleep on the ground like this,” she realized, almost on the verge of tears out of urgency. “I have to quickly take him back to Exodus… He’s not in good health, and if he keeps sleeping like this, he’ll catch a cold!”
Lyanna’s eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth twitched as if she was suppressing the urge to bend down and take care of Puppeteer. She stood stiffly, motionless, watching as Lin Sanjiu gently and tenderly lifted Puppeteer’s head—there, around his neck, was a large-sized drool bib with blue spots.
Bohemia clicked her tongue from a distance. “He asked me to take care of him, and I happened to have this… How about it? Isn’t it great?”