The base was spacious and brightly lit.
The walls on either side of the passage were painted in a silvery-gray hue, exuding a silent, lifeless stillness.
There was no sign of the imagined dangers, nor any defensive firepower. In the metal-constructed stairway passage, only the overhead incandescent lights continued to operate.
It was as if the entire base's defense mechanisms consisted solely of the massive alloy door at the entrance.
"Did they abandon all defenses, thinking them useless?"
Xu Xi speculated in his heart.
He believed the truth must be so.
After all, given the number of rebellious intelligent machines in the southern main base city, if the machines had discovered this base, no amount of defensive measures would have made a difference.
"What was this base even for...?"
"Hidden so deliberately underground, with its energy systems still functioning normally..."
Xu Xi walked forward.
Ailei accompanied him at his side.
The two of them, along with a large number of vanguard intelligent machines, advanced together until they reached the end of the stairs. There, another massive alloy steel door came into view.
"Master, please step back a little."
Ailei spoke politely, her tone gentle and obedient as she requested Xu Xi to step back slightly.
Then, under her control, several intelligent machines roared to life, assuming an attacking stance as they forcefully dismantled the door.
Compared to the first door, this new one was harder, but with Xu Xi's mechanical amplification, the machines broke through it even faster.
BANG—!!!
The alloy door was twisted and torn apart.
It deformed violently, like a twisted piece of hemp, before Ailei, expressionless, gave it a gentle push, causing it to collapse to the ground with a resounding crash.
"Ailei, did you get stronger?"
"Your observation remains as sharp as ever," the girl explained. "After the last maintenance on my body, I made a slight, insignificant improvement."
Just a slight improvement?
Xu Xi glanced at the girl's hand.
Under the light, her fingers were as soft as feathers, pale and flawless, like freshly fallen snow.
In stark contrast was the massive alloy door now lying on the ground.
Well, it was indeed a "slight" improvement.
"Let's go in," Xu Xi chuckled, not dwelling on Ailei's increased strength, and stepped forward once more.
This time, the space inside the base was even more spacious, with more lights illuminating the area. The metal walls on either side were covered with deep-blue energy pipelines.
Gradually, something came into view.
It was a massive and magnificent spectacle.
Lying deep underground, layer upon layer of enclosed full-body pods were neatly stacked, like precisely cut small compartments, calmly arranged in the spacious underground hall.
At a rough estimate, there were at least thirty thousand of them.
Since the fourth simulation, Xu Xi had finally seen the presence of "people."
But the beings before him—those pale, skeletal remains lying in the virtual pods, long devoid of flesh and blood—could they still be considered people?
Xu Xi stared at the scene.
He was stunned for a long time.
"Flesh and blood hopeless, fleeing into the virtual, creating their own utopia?"
The steel dome overhead covered everything, perfectly dispersing the pressure from the soil above and completely isolating the base from any surface threats.
The lights were dazzling, flickering conspicuously.
They highlighted Xu Xi's bewilderment.
Looking at the scene before him and recalling the operations of the virtual network company, he instantly understood that the people lying in the virtual pods were the last survivors of the old Federation era.
Desperate, they knew they could not defeat the rebellious intelligent machines.
So they chose to hide in the virtual world.
Replacing the harsh reality with an illusory fantasy.
"There should be some information left here. Ailei, help me look for it," Xu Xi said, glancing around as he decided to verify his suspicions.
"Understood, as you command."
With Ailei's assistance, the intelligent machines scattered in all directions, gathering anything of use for Xu Xi.
Surprisingly, the process went smoothly.
As if intentionally left behind, numerous items resembling "suicide notes" were brought before Xu Xi, along with a few technological artifacts.
"The end of the Federation is here..."
"What exactly is going on with those machines? Damn it, the Federation government only knows how to waste our money!"
"Goodbye, world. I will never see you again."
Some were filled with sorrowful self-pity, others with furious condemnation, and still others with a lingering attachment to the world.
The information in the notes intertwined, painting a complete picture.
It was an act born of desperation during the end times.
Faced with the overwhelming tide of rebellious intelligent machines, the desperate people could only flee into the underground base, hiding in the virtual pods, seeking solace in an illusory world.
Were they accumulating strength, planning a counterattack? No, such a thing was impossible.
The intelligent machines were the Federation's primary military force, the divine weapons in humanity's hands. When that force turned against them, humanity stood no chance.
And so,
They immersed themselves in the false world.
Allowing both their spirits and bodies to decay, meeting their end in the illusory beauty of their creation.
"Hum—" The machines trembled faintly. Hidden within the floor, the network equipment continued to dutifully execute its commands, even now, long after the Federation's demise.
Power supply, cleaning, lighting.
Running on rigid, single-minded logic, executing programs that would never rebel.
"Master, was there any meaning to what they did?"
Ailei was somewhat confused. She didn't quite understand why the Federation's last act was to immerse themselves in a virtual world.
Such a move had effectively sealed humanity's fate.
Xu Xi shook his head. "Ailei, there's nothing wrong with seeking salvation in an illusory world."
"They..."
"Did the best they could."
A sigh echoed through the empty hall.
Xu Xi looked at the virtual pods, deeply empathizing with the Federation's people.
In this simulation, if it weren't for the assistance of the system's perks, humanity's frail bodies would have stood no chance of surviving the machine apocalypse.
This was a world of despair, with little hope for survival.
"The fall of a civilization..."
"The extinction of humanity..."
"On the scale of the universe, it's but a drop in the ocean."
Xu Xi lamented, gently ruffling Ailei's hair as he continued to sift through the remaining notes.
After filtering and sorting, Xu Xi discarded the useless information, keeping only those items of value that recorded details of the former Federation.
"What's this?"
Pausing slightly, Xu Xi picked up a distinctly sci-fi-styled personal terminal from the pile of miscellaneous items.
After Ailei cracked and recharged it,
The terminal, long dormant, powered on once more.
The terminal's owner appeared to have been the administrator of the underground base.
Its memory contained a wealth of information about the base, such as details about the energy and virtual systems, as well as some other intelligence.
There were four other such virtual utopia bases within the Federation's territory.
Located in the north, east, and west of the Federation.
And in the core capital.
Finally, the terminal recorded scattered pieces of information, seemingly the venting notes of its former user.
Among them were outbursts of helpless rage at the machine rebellion, as well as reflections on the truth behind the rebellion.
But more than anything, there was a sense of despairing nihilism.
"Damn it, those machines are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Screw this world, I'm done, damn it!"
The terminal's final entry read.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!