Chapter 218 Sometimes, Choice Is More Important than Hard Work.

"Why are there so many people here? Are there people from other civilian forces here too?"

The square at the entrance of the Bastion Base is now crowded with people.

This made Yale, the young man who left the fortress, who came to pay his respects, feel a little uneasy.

"No, no, no! These people are all here for population registration. As you know, the tree spirits destroyed the buildings, and the plague killed many people. Although some people survived, their limbs were mutilated.

The mechanic said that as long as you come to him to register, you can get a set of bionic prostheses for free in a while, so that they can become healthy again."

Free, this word may appear the least frequently in Storm Bay.

But it is undeniable that any free thing can attract a group of people who want to take advantage.

"What if they can't deliver?"

Subconsciously, Yale felt that this was a conspiracy, just like the plague and the tree spirits before.

But on second thought, Yale became happy.

If the bastion cannot fulfill his promise here, he can perform again, and maybe he can gain another round of followers.

Although these people are disabled at present and may not be of much help to him, more people are better than fewer people.

But just as he was thinking this, warm cheers suddenly broke out from the crowd in front of him.

Then, the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, leaving a gap.

A man ran quickly in this gap, tears constantly falling from his face.

"I can run! I can run! I am no longer a useless person!"

With a hoarse shout, the man ran away.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although one of the man's legs looks like a real leg, it is indeed different from a normal human leg.

"There really is such a technology!"

Seeing a living example appear in front of them, the people who were originally hesitant immediately began to sign up enthusiastically.

Occasionally, someone caused a little commotion, but the weapons on the bastion quickly calmed everyone's minds.

The crowd made the square very hot and stuffy, so the solid nitrogen launcher on the bastion would occasionally fire solid nitrogen upwards to lower the temperature here.

The sound of the cannon can also make those people with ulterior motives a little more honest.

After watching in the square for a long time, Yale wanted to go directly into the bastion to see Carl.

He thought that he had some power now, and although he was a little inferior to Carl, he could still get a good position.

However, when he saw that those who were in charge of registration were the students of Kolan Castle who had saved him and the people who had received professional training with him in the fortress, he hesitated.

The students of Kolan Castle were fine, but those guys he once looked down on were now maintaining law and order in a proper manner.

Some of them seemed to have condensed their spiritual cores, but they didn't know what their specific professions were.

'If I come back, I should be like them, right? Then what is the purpose of my going around in circles? '

Thinking so in his heart, Yale immediately turned around and dragged his subordinates away from here.

In order to become the leader of those people, he used both tactics and personal risks. He didn't want to be outdone by others.

But as a person who barely finished basic education, Yale didn't know that sometimes, choice is more important than hard work.

And sunk costs don't participate in major decisions.

...

For five consecutive days, Carl was setting up production lines.

In addition to the production lines for engineering constructs, there are also bionic prostheses.

The first batch of 20 engineering constructs has set off for the port for expansion and renovation.

And those "cyborgs" who received bionic prostheses were arranged to work odd jobs at the construction site.

Carl promised to build them a place to live immediately after the port project was completed, so these people burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm for work.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine how much importance a Storm Bay resident attaches to "owning a house of their own".

It is no exaggeration to say that this is almost the lifelong wish of many people.

Carl could actually use policies such as house speculation to tie a group of people to work for him. This is what the Storm Parliament did at the beginning.

But the land in Storm Bay is so small, and land economy is doomed to collapse.

Compared with housing, the interests of dragon crystal are the most important!

Based on Carl's experience in his previous life, the real estate bubble is doomed to burst. The only difference is in whose hands it bursts and how serious it bursts.

Xiaobenzi couldn't recover until Carl was reincarnated because of the real estate bubble.

Carl thought he didn't have the economic brain to think about these things, so he simply didn't touch them.

But people have a place to live and cheap food, what motivation do they have to work hard?

If it were a peaceful area, this might indeed affect the development of the city.

But the problem is that this is Storm Bay, and there is no law here.

In the past, the biggest landlord was the Storm Council, and all the houses belonged to them, and no one wanted to rob them.

But now, the house is yours, and no one is obliged to help you keep your little home.

So, if someone wants to occupy your home and rob your money, what is the best way?

Not to reason, not to beg, but to hit the other person in the face with a fist as big as a sandbag, and then spit a sticky phlegm at him.

Yes, Carl intends to directly use the law of the jungle as the future management trend of Storm Bay.

This will also be something that the druids of the Sons of Winter will be happy to see.

However, Carl will not allow the Sons of Winter to recruit members to expand themselves in this environment, so he introduced bionic prostheses.

Judging from the situation of No. 18, people with bionic prostheses cannot continue to achieve success on the druid path.

Carl prepared 33 sets of upgrade strategies for bionic prostheses. Once these people adapt to the life of having advanced prostheses, even if they can earn money to restore their limbs, they may not go to the priest to restore their original bodies.

Unless he broke the part that is not easy to say.

At noon that day, Carl finished his work and prepared to take Hope and Ying out to inspect the progress of the project. However, as soon as they left the underground ruins not far away, a cloud of mist landed in front of the three people.

This scene made the three people dream back to a few days ago, but Hope and Ying did not leave according to the previous script this time, but chose to stay very firmly.

"You really didn't disappoint me! But your trick is a bit too targeted at us."

As the mist quickly condensed, the 16th-level druid of the Son of Winter appeared in front.

He still looked the same as before. If Carl didn't know that the culprit who caused 30% of the population in Storm Bay to die directly was the person in front of him, he would definitely think that the other party was a respected senior in a druid association.

"I have nothing to say to you. You'd better leave quickly. As long as I summon the mecha, my master will come immediately."

Hearing Carl's threat, the druid's face actually became much more solemn.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fight you. No one wants to fight with a prepared high-level mechanic. It's really a nightmare.

I just hope you can develop a targeted prosthesis that can be used by druids.

Maybe because you are an Eruden? You may have some misunderstandings about us, the Son of Winter. We just believe in the survival of the fittest, but we are still very receptive to new things."

The other party's words made Carl snort coldly.

Carl: "I'm not lying to you. If I could develop it, I would have developed it a long time ago. I also have a very thoroughly transformed Cyberman companion. She can't use the Druid ability because of her bionic prosthesis."

Druid: "Since she is your companion, why don't you use regeneration to treat her?"

Carl: "I would like to, but she seems to have been cursed by some extraordinary curse. Her body cannot be restored. Except for the internal organs, bones, and brain, everything on her body has been replaced with prostheses."

Hearing this, Druid rolled his eyes thoughtfully.

"Thank you for telling me so much, but you may have overlooked one thing. Isn't the material on your girlfriend the best material for making special prostheses?"

Pointing his finger at the carbon fiber armor on Hope, Druid smiled slightly, as if he was an old grandfather instructing a brave man.

Carl tilted his head and looked at it, and his thoughts paused for a moment.

"Hiss~, don't say it, don't say it, this matter..."

Hope's carbon fiber armor was specially studied by Carl in order to avoid the Druid's inability to wear metal armor.

The reason why No. 18 couldn't use the druid ability was essentially because the metal parts in her body were counted as part of the metal armor.

"It seems that you already have an idea? That's great. We, the Sons of Winter, will fund your research. The adventurers stranded in the adventure zone now belong to us, the Sons of Winter. They will develop as your control experimental group. So, goodbye!"

Accompanied by the light of magic, the druid turned into a golden eagle and flew away.

Looking at her boyfriend who was standing there and had entered the thinking mode, Hope interrupted Carl's thoughts with embarrassment and asked, "Do you still want to see the progress of the project?"

Forcibly stopping his divergent thinking, Carl nodded.

"Go! Of course I have to go! By the way, Hope, I feel that I may have found a way to quickly enhance your strength in a short time..."

In the constant discussion, the three arrived at the construction site.

The port has already seen its first appearance at this time. Joanna and the paladin boy Kasha are responsible for managing the security of this place.

Carl only found out a few days ago that the two are cousins.

So he did not stop the two siblings from trying to gain management rights in Storm Bay.

When they saw Carl, the two siblings bowed a little embarrassedly, and then began to introduce the situation here to Carl.

With the existence of engineering constructs and moon maids, the public security here does not really need to be managed, but the Cybermen who helped thought they were managers sent by Carl, so they subconsciously obeyed their arrangements.

This was stealing Carl's power, so the two siblings felt very guilty about it.

But their elders and their teachers strictly ordered the two to continue doing so.

Because it was for a "greater goal."