195: Chapter 195 The Alliance is Solidified, Looking to the Future

Morning light passed through the spirit energy glass of the Alliance headquarters' Main Peak tower, reflecting onto Chen Wuwang's left Mechanical Prosthetic Eye, casting a faint blue shimmer.

He stood at the edge of the observation deck, his fingertips lightly tapping the holographic interface floating in the air. Data streams from the entire Eastern Wasteland Alliance surged like a rushing river, with green trajectories crisscrossing across the map.

Patrol mechs handed over shifts on time, resource allocation logs were updated punctually, and the defense zone alarm had remained at zero for seventy-two hours.

"Pull up the joint patrol records of the Cangling Clan and the Zhao Clan of Xiling," he said in a low voice.

The screen flashed, and two mech formations were marching side-by-side along the border. The Cangling captain's voice came through the communication channel: "The northern route is confirmed to have no anomalies, and the supply points have been reset."

The Zhao Clan deputy commander replied: "The southern wind and sand zone scan is complete; no latent signals detected."

The corners of Chen Wuwang's mouth twitched, but he didn't smile, nor did he heave a sigh of relief.

He knew that true unity was not bought with a single victory, but by ensuring every day, every moment, and every single account balanced out.

He tapped in a command, and the public channel connected automatically.

"Representatives of all clans, begin the routine report now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the image of the Chuanyun Sect popped up first: "The border is peaceful today, the spirit network is operating stably, and there are no interference fluctuations."

Leiyin Pavilion followed closely behind: "The musical array is monitoring 24/7, and no residual spiritual pollution has been captured."

The Cangling Clan uploaded the complete video of last night's joint training, where even the most subtle handover gestures were clearly visible.

One by one, the representatives of the thirteen clans responded in succession. There was no shirking, no hesitation, and no one asked, "Why should the Chen Family have the final say?"

They spoke decisively, and acted efficiently.

Chen Wuwang stared at the screen, his fingers tapping unconsciously against the edge of the table in a steady rhythm, as if checking a heartbeat.

The last time he saw such a scene was the night before the insect race slaughtered the village three years ago—that night, the clans were still arguing until they were red in the face over a single mine tunnel, and when the enemy arrived, they couldn't even manage to assemble.

But now, the walls had been built, and the roots had been planted.

He turned off the public channel and turned to walk back to the quiet room.

The moment the door closed, all monitoring interfaces automatically switched to encrypted mode.

Inside the room, only a virtual sand table remained, quietly floating in mid-air, reflecting the mountain ranges and veins of the Eastern Wasteland Alliance.

He sat down and closed his eyes for a moment; deep within his consciousness, the holographic brain that belonged only to him quietly activated.

family rise system.

The interface unfolded silently, with all the "heavenly secret instruction" from the past seven days neatly arranged:

[Three days later, Dongshan Mineral Vein vibration frequency anomaly]

[Tomorrow at Chen hour, Chiji Ridge furnace efficiency peak]

[Five days ago, West Desert Sand Clan caravan carrying spiritual beacon]

Every one of them had been executed, and every item had been verified.

He opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's not that I'm so smart; it's that someone paved the way in advance."

This time, he was no longer just a chess player passively receiving instructions, but was starting to try to understand the rules behind the chessboard.

He raised his hand and drew three lines on the sand table.

First: Eastern Wasteland Alliance infrastructure networking plan.

Goal: To connect the spirit energy networks, Artifact Refining Workshops, Medicinal Fields, and warning towers of all thirteen clans into a unified scheduling System, achieving real-time resource allocation, automatic fault warning, and one-touch crisis response.

Second: Inter-clan talent exchange plan.

Content: Select young Cultivators from each clan every year to enter the Chen Family Technology Research Institute to learn mech operation, rune programming, and spirit energy engineering. After completing their studies, they will return to their own clans to serve as technical supervisors, breaking the monopoly on knowledge.

Third: Interstellar exploration formation establishment proposal.

Note: Prioritize recruiting Cultivators with wilderness survival skills, strong linguistic adaptability, and stable psychological quality, equipped with the latest generation of light exploration mechs. Target areas include the vacuum Star Domains left behind after the insect race retreated, and unknown Void Realm rift zones.

The light points on the sand table lit up one by one as he described them, like a map that was waking up.

He paused for a moment, looking at the gray area that once belonged to the insect race's control zone, and said in a low voice:

"Just because we survived doesn't mean we have to shrink away and just get by here."

Outside the window, sunlight had already covered the entire Main Peak plaza.

A few children were chasing each other on the newly built training ground, imitating the movements of mech warriors, shouting "Boom! Boom!"

An old deacon sat on the steps basking in the sun, holding the quarterly contribution value vouchers he had just received, squinting as he flipped through them.

Peace is not something you shout about.

It is something run out by patrol vehicles trip after trip, recorded one ledger entry at a time, and stabilized because everyone knows what they should do and what they can get.

Chen Wuwang stood up and walked to the wall.

Hanging there was the latest Star Domain map, drawn by the Chen Family Survey Department over three months, with a coverage area seven times larger than it was three years ago.

On the map, known areas were marked with blue lines, while unexplored zones were a deep black, like a silent well.

He stared at that darkness, motionless for a long time.

Then, he reached out to pull up the voice recording program and pressed the record button.

"Propose the establishment of a 'Frontier Exploration Department', directly under the Alliance decision-making level. First person in charge tentatively set as... to be discussed."

"Personnel selection criteria: Age not exceeding thirty, mastery of at least two basic spirit skills, passing the psychological resilience test, and no record of major disciplinary violations."

"Training direction: Combine mech operation, basic Spirit Array analysis, and cross-civilization communication common sense. The first pilot scale is fifty people, with a duration of six months."

He spoke slowly, but every word was clear.

After recording, he didn't close it immediately, but marked this audio as "Pending Release", hanging it at the very top of the System, like a sword that had not yet been unsheathed.

He knew that it was not the time yet.

Although Moyuan had been defeated, the outside world would not be quiet forever.

The insect race had retreated, but who knew who the next one would be?

The Demon Race, the Blood Demon Sect, or those unknown existences hiding at the end of the star sea?

He was not afraid of fighting, but he wanted to win even more.

Winning not just the battle, but the future.

He withdrew his hand, the sand table automatically retracted, and the star map slowly dimmed.

Just at this moment, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flickered slightly, and a faint prompt light appeared:

[Midnight is approaching, new instruction is about to be generated]

He looked down at the time—six hours until midnight.

He didn't rush to wait; instead, he turned and walked toward the window, looking at the newly erected warning tower on the distant ridgeline.

The steel skeleton shimmered with cold light in the sunlight, located exactly over the ruins left by the slaughter three years ago.

He had once buried the first clansman there, and had also sworn there that he would never let anyone beg for their lives on their knees again.

Now, the tower stood tall, and the alarm would not be late again.

He stood in front of the window, his silhouette stretched long by the sunlight.

It was very quiet in the room, with only the slight humming of the System terminal occasionally.

He didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, as if waiting for the wind to come, or as if waiting for a bugle call.

The next second, his fingers suddenly moved, as if remembering something. He turned back to the table, picked up yesterday's "Resource Allocation Memorandum", and flipped to the last page.

There, the signatures of the representatives of the thirteen clans were all collected, and the jade contract Seal was intact.

He gently stroked those names and said in a low voice: "This time, let's go further together."

After speaking, he closed the document and put it back in its place.

Outside the window, a message eagle streaked across the sky, flying toward the distant mountain pass.