313: Chapter 316 Rebooting the Wasteland World, Letting It Return to Its former glory

Star Base, independent observation room.

Jiang Chen's fingertips hover gently above that giant sphere made of pure data streams.

This is the operating logic of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Every point of light represents a star, and every tangled arc is the gravitational bond that maintains the balance of this starry sky.

He feels like a designer editing an image right now.

And the brush in his hand is the Law of Causality, capable of easily rewriting physical constants.

"Wasteland Plane, data retrieval."

Jiang Chen whispers softly.

In those eyes, golden data streams surge wildly.

He does not need to find any complex parameters; with just a thought, the plane coordinates of the Wasteland unfold before him layer by layer, like a crumpled old map.

It is desolate, barren, filled with lethal radiation storms everywhere.

That is the battlefield where Jiang Wanqiu fought for 70,000 years, and it is also the source of all her scars.

"Geomagnetic field chaotic, energy circuits blocked, plane shell aging."

Academician Chen Shuyin looks at the data Jiang Chen pulled up, her brow furrowed tightly. "This place was ruined long ago; even the most basic life-support logic is broken. Unless it is completely reset, there is no saving it."

"Then let's reset it."

Jiang Chen answers lightly.

He does not even feel like this is a big deal.

"I didn't have the ability before, so I could only 'feed' it some supplies to keep things going over there."

"Now..."

Jiang Chen's lips curl up, and a hint of absurdity belonging to a "Creator" flashes in his eyes:

"Since I have become the boss of this Milky Way Galaxy, how could I let my employee... no, let my wife live in an unfinished building?"

"System, pull up highest administrative privileges."

"Give me the geomagnetic core of the Wasteland Plane... and pull it back on track."

"Buzz—!"

As Jiang Chen's command is issued, that massive cosmic console instantly erupts with a shuddering roar.

Countless invisible chains, crossing dimensional barriers, extend from the depths of the star map, piercing directly through that desolate Wasteland world.

Those chains are pure physical laws.

They stab fiercely into the core of that planet.

"Turn for me!"

Jiang Chen flicks his hand violently.

In this instant, every survivor in the entire Wasteland world feels an indescribable—earthquake.

It is not that kind of destructive tremor, but a... rhythm.

Like a giant that has slept for billions of years, its heart finally begins to beat. That grand and slow rhythm makes every inch of the planet tremble.

In the square of Dawn City.

Jiang Wanqiu is leading a group of Commanders to repair those broken warships.

Suddenly.

"Boom!"

The ground under Jiang Wanqiu's feet jumps violently.

The alloy war blade in her hand clatters to the ground. She does not even have time to pick it up, just staring blankly at the sky.

The sky, which was originally pitch black and shrouded in thick radiation clouds year-round, actually... splits open at this moment.

It is not that kind of tearing, but a... cleansing.

A soft, golden light rips through the thick radiation layer, like a warm hand stroking this cold land.

"That is..."

Grand Commander Lei Zhen widens his eyes, watching the gray mist being dispelled by the golden light, watching the revealed azure sky, trembling as he kneels on the ground:

"A miracle!"

"It really is the miracle of the Father God!"

Jiang Wanqiu does not speak.

She feels the air around her rapidly becoming sweet, moist, and even... filled with oxygen. Her whole being is plunged into unprecedented shock.

It is fresh air.

Air without radioactive dust, without toxins, without any teratogenic factors!

That long-lost scent makes this Empress who has killed in the Wasteland for 70,000 years suddenly, like a little girl, greedily gasp for breath.

"Is... is this the... Divine Realm of the Father God?"

She looks at the land that has been withered for 70,000 years in the distance, where emerald green sprouts are crazily drilling out of the ground at an incredible speed under the sunlight.

The vitality of breaking through the soil, the magnificence of tender green spreading across the scorched land.

It shocks her more than the victory of any war.

And in her ear.

Jiang Chen's voice comes clearly through the void, carrying that signature, teasing yet affectionate smile:

"Wanqiu, don't just stare."

"Stop rolling in that mud pit from now on."

"I just straightened out the magnetic field of your hometown."

"If nothing goes wrong, when you wake up tonight, the radiation outside will be gone."

"When that time comes..."

"Plant whatever vegetables you want, grow whatever flowers you want, it's up to you."

Jiang Wanqiu looks at the radiation clouds that have completely disappeared with teary eyes.

Golden sunlight falls on her damaged armor, refracting a holy light of "rebirth."

She does not wipe her tears.

She just grips the communicator in her hand tightly, as if it were Jiang Chen's fingertip.

"Father God..."

"Is this..."

"Is this also a betrothal gift you gave Wanqiu?"

At this time, Earth.

In the basement of the villa, Jiang Chen watches the Wasteland on the screen where forests are crazily growing, and pours himself another glass of red wine with satisfaction.

"Betrothal gift?"

Jiang Chen scoffs, "What kind of betrothal gift is this."

"This is at most..."

"Our company's 'infrastructure warm-up'."

Academician Chen Shuyin sits on the side, watching the planet turning green on the screen, the complex emotions in her eyes deepening.

She finally understands this man's logic.

To him, so-called "love" is not some ethereal vow, nor is it romantic flowers.

It is infrastructure.

It is paving roads for your Wasteland.

It is building you a warm house.

It is helping you turn a radiation-filled world into a paradise where you can grow vegetables.

This man's tenderness.

Is always so... straightforward and hardcore.

"If you do this, will the plane barrier..." Academician Chen Shuyin is a bit worried.

"Will it what?"

Jiang Chen throws the wine glass on the table, turns his head, and a dangerous, even slightly morbid domineering look appears on his face:

"Collapse?"

"Then let it collapse."

"It is a farm anyway, if it is rotten, let it rot. At worst, I will just reinstall a system for it."

Jiang Chen stands up, looking at the alien civilizations becoming greedy because of resources, looking at the crates of spirit stone mines being transported in.

His current confidence is enough to support all the arrogance of this entire galaxy.

"Old Chen, forget about that."

"This galaxy has been sorted out by me, now the biggest problem is..."

"That 'Ultimate Puzzle'."

Jiang Chen spreads out the blueprint recording the space folding coordinates. "Didn't we find a locator in that 'God-level Mothership' earlier?"

"The place it points to..."

Jiang Chen pauses, a serious sharpness appearing in his eyes for the first time:

"It is that wall."

"It is the 'Cage Wall' that fences in the entire universe."

"I think we can't just scratch the surface anymore."

"We have to go and see."

"See what kind of things those so-called 'The Keepers' actually are."

Academician Chen Shuyin puts down the materials, her eyes becoming firm:

"Then let's go."

"Even if there is an abyss ahead."

"As long as you lead the way, I will jump down with you."

Jiang Chen looks at her, his lips curving slightly.

The repression faced during the apocalypse is finally replaced at this moment by a pleasure called "rebellion."

He turns and walks towards the bridge.

"All ships, set sail!"

"Tell those cowards hiding behind the moon."

"This Milky Way Galaxy, we've booked the whole thing!"

"Today..."

"Whoever dares to block my path."

"I will make them completely... get out of the dimension!"

The luan bird's engine light, like the sun, instantly lights up the entire dead deep space.

It carries that ship full of hot pot, that group of alien coolies, and that absurd logic capable of making gods collapse, crashing unhesitatingly into that... Logical Wall, which belongs to the highest level of the universe and is called "insurmountable."