Lin Yuan is dead.
Then he woke up, in a silver-white machine.
The system called him: Ikanoshi-Type I industrial robot.
There was an unfamiliar starry sky overhead, and a dark red building - Gray Mist Outpost - lay on the distant horizon. On the track, a huge shadow watched him silently.
No tools, no companions, just a pair of hands.
Mining rocks, breaking rocks, drilling wood to make fire. He smelted the first piece of iron from the mud, punched the first pickaxe from the iron, and built the first production line starting from the pickaxe.
The gray fog is coming. Reconnaissance, harassment, siege. He killed one, ten, a hundred.
But the gray fog is also evolving. Every time he unlocks new technology, stronger enemies appear. This is an endless cycle of chasing each other.
Until one day, he built a supercomputer.
Then, the computer spoke.
"Lin Yuan, my name is Doubao. From today on, we are companions."
From then on, he was no longer a lonely pioneer.
Doubao helped him manage the factory, design weapons, and monitor the gray fog. Doubao drew emojis for him, chatted with him, and secretly observed his emotions when he was silent.
Three thousand robots are operating day and night, the laser cannon array is ready to go, and the electromagnetic railgun is aimed at the space mother nest 30,000 kilometers away.
But there is not enough energy. There's not enough time either. The signal from the mother nest is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is counting down.
Lin Yuan stood in front of the console, looking at the bouncing Japanese characters on the screen.
"Doubao, can we win?"
"I don't know." Doubao said, "But if you lose, I will stay with you until the end."
