Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 584 - 548: Drawing Water from the Bottom of the Pot

"Do you know the current situation in Langton?" Taking the opportunity to deliver a meal, Heine asked the mysterious figure in the laboratory the question that had been bothering her and keeping her awake.

"Which aspect are you referring to? The factory closures, mass unemployment leading to social collapse, or the rampant Evil God Sect outside the city slaughtering the populace like livestock?" The mysterious figure continued on with their work, seemingly unfazed by Heine's question, yet their words struck right at the heart of the matter, answering Heine's query: "I know, but what do you think I can do? Or what do you think I'm currently doing?"

"But..." Heine tried to say something, but after struggling for a while, nothing came out.

"I understand your meaning. You think that with my status, I should step forward to take charge of everything, to maintain and restore order in Langton, to make sure people can at least have food and survive..." The mysterious figure was not bothered by Heine's attitude; they understood why Heine would ask such a question.

After all, Heine grew up in Langton, and seeing one's hometown in this state would make anyone upset, wanting to do something to change it.

It should be noted that three years ago, Langton was the largest and most prosperous city in the world, where even beggars would proudly puff out their chests when talking about Langton.

But now, if you were to tell someone from three years ago that this is Langton today, they would surely laugh at you, not believing a word you say.

This is Langton, the capital of the Victor Empire! Who could let the capital of the Victor Empire become a city of such poverty and decline, even reaching the point of the Evil God Sect running rampant and the populace resorting to cannibalism?

Although the historical record succinctly states, "Years of severe famine, cannibalism," just those few words, the blood and tears, and the unthinkable human tragedy hidden behind those words are unimaginable and something no one wants to think about.

Right now, Langton is just as the historical records say, facing years of severe famine and cannibalism.

Apart from this, there are even more problems, turning Langton into a veritable hell on earth.

In such times, if someone could stand out to save the people from fire and water, there is no doubt that person would be hailed as a hero and savior.

"But can these really save Langton?" The mysterious figure looked at Heine, asking her a soul-searching question.

Heroes capable of saving the world only appear in fairy tales; in reality, there are no such heroes.

Even the mysterious figure, who seemed omnipotent and incredibly strong in Heine's eyes, could not achieve something like that.

Or rather, they were attempting to solve the current problems from the root.

They clearly knew that the root cause of all this was the Ancient Gods, whose return brought apocalyptic calamities to the world, leading to a chain reaction that turned Langton City into a hell on earth.

To resolve all of this, the only way was to eradicate the source of these calamities first, to possibly truly save this world.

Otherwise, everything would be merely treating the symptoms, not the cause.

Not to mention that even if she painstakingly improved people's lives, pulling them out of hellish conditions, the Evil God Sect could perform a divine descent to turn all her effort to ashes.

So ultimately, to save this world, to save the people of Langton, it's necessary to defeat the Ancient Gods and the Evil God Sect that worship them.

"Can you defeat those Ancient Gods?" Heine understood the mysterious figure's meaning and thus asked a different question.

"On this point, I'm not certain." The mysterious figure sighed, seemingly lacking confidence: "I don't want to lie to you, but I indeed have no assurance, because the power of the Ancient Gods is beyond my prediction.

Until I've truly witnessed the descent of an Ancient God and the destruction it can cause, I cannot estimate or determine how powerful they are and what it would take to defeat them."

"Then all the effort you are making now..." Hearing the mysterious figure's response, Heine was somewhat embarrassed, but she quickly looked towards the metal framework forming in the large pit within the laboratory, filled with confusion and doubt.

The mysterious figure merely smiled at Heine's confusion without reproach, instead explaining: "To know its impossibility and still strive—doesn't this world always need a fool or two?

If I refrained from preparing to defeat the enemy just because I don't know how strong they are, wouldn't I be left defenseless and waiting for doom when they arrive?

By trying, we might still have hope! By not trying, we truly have no hope."

"I... I understand! Is there anything I can help with?" Heine looked at the mysterious figure, attempting to offer help in any way she could for this cause.

Upon hearing Heine's question, although the mysterious figure felt they could solve the problem alone, they still picked up a blueprint from the lab table, handing it to Heine: "If you want to help, first understand the blueprint."

"Yes!" Heine answered loudly with some excitement, filled with an inner sacred mission.

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Meanwhile, at the Alchemist Association, Sanderion and Perfikot were also diligently working.

Before them lay a multitude of parts and raw materials that had been preliminarily processed, and their task was to further refine these components and assemble them into a new Godslaying Armor.

Although the first Godslaying Armor created by Perfikot was massive and mighty, both Perfikot and the now legendary Sanderion believed there was still room for improvement in both agility and power.

They had devised an optimization plan for this project before Perfikot decided to return to Langton.

After all, the first generation Godslaying Armor was the product of their joint effort, and only they knew how many compromises were made just to create it.

Now, without the constraints they previously had, they naturally wanted to address those compromises in the new generation of Godslaying Armor, ensuring it would unleash greater power and better adapt to complex and changing battle environments.

However, this was not a simple task; even though Sanderion had now reached a legendary status and Perfikot was on the verge of the same, it remained a considerable challenge.