The Creators: From Night City

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The desperate mother didn't become hysterical; instead, she remained suffocatingly calm.

The father fell silent.

But cruelty never allows one to travel alone, and in this final moment, a flurry of footsteps suddenly broke the silence.

"It's them!" a refugee leading a patrol shouted excitedly.

"Their daughter is sick, take her away quickly, don't let her infect us!"

The fear of death had completely overwhelmed him.

The steel boots pounded on the cold ground, like striking the father's frozen heart.

An epidemic prevention worker stepped forward to check the situation.

"Do not……"

He stood up, stretched out his arms, and blocked the way.

"No, you can't do this."

"Citizens of the Empire, everything we do is for the safety of the people. Please cooperate!"

The instructor's voice was extremely harsh.

"She must be quarantined!"

"No, you'll only kill her!"

The father's furious roar was met only with the cold muzzle of a gun.

The collective will, like an unbreakable steel curtain, crushed this father to pieces.

“Maguire, move aside!” His mother suddenly stood up.

"You can take her away, but you must take me with you."

"I want to stay with her, after all, she's still so young."

The instructor, his face cold and devoid of any mercy or emotion, stood there facing the hundreds of citizens in half the hall, his face as stiff as a marble sculpture.

In the tense atmosphere, the epidemic prevention personnel completed their work.

"Confirmed infection...meets the new regulatory standards, proceed according to..."

The unclear words made Maguire's heart sink.

"Yes," the trainer finally declared.

"Me too!"

Maguire also stood up.

The hard-hearted trainer granted the family's wish.

Under armed escort, the three passed through several checkpoints and continued to advance through the intricate network of underground bunkers.

"What awaits us ahead? An execution ground? An incinerator? Or a dark and hopeless concentration camp?" Maguire couldn't help but let his mind wander, but he still didn't let go of his wife's hand that was supporting him.

It was only then that he was shocked to discover that his partner's body was also burning hot.

'Yes, how could she possibly escape being around her so closely?'

The man thought sadly.

In the silent escort, the surrounding passageway widened, and it didn't seem like they were heading to some quiet, deserted place, but rather like they were moving towards the ground.

Finally, they stopped in front of a metal gate engraved with the imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

The aloof instructor stepped forward, nodded to the guards at the door, and then quietly waited for the handover personnel to arrive.

The weakened family of three anxiously awaited their fate.

Soon, heavy footsteps sounded.

The heavy gate was lifted, and Maguire was astonished to find that a majestic imperial angel stood before him.

"Greetings, sir."

Everyone respectfully performed the Eagle Salute, and even Maguire involuntarily bowed.

With his crimson visors flashing, the Astartes remained silent, stepping aside to reveal a long line of cat-like demi-humans behind him.

These demi-humans are highly mutated, and their appearance is completely like a large, furry, upright walking cat.

They lined up, pushing carts made of various kinds of wood, stone, and fur, piled high with all sorts of survival supplies, almost like a small mountain.

'They're really strong,' Maguire thought to himself.

Amidst a slight tremor in the ground, another Astartes appeared before the group.

The two metal giants exchanged a glance, and the Ultramariner who came later suddenly removed his helmet.

“Well done, soldier. Just hand them over to these ‘feline’ creatures.” The Ultramariner was clearly not very familiar with the names of these suddenly appearing demi-human races.

Two large, furry cats happily dumped the supplies on the ground, then ran over with a large stretcher, skillfully scooping Maguire's wife and daughter onto it.

"According to the latest regulations, all patients need to be sent here afterward, and I will be responsible for receiving them here."

"Also, soldiers, these survival supplies need to be distributed immediately. As a reward, you can collect your share for your jurisdiction first," the Ultra Warrior ordered coldly.

"However, no privileged behavior that embezzles funds is allowed, understand?"

"Understood, sir!" The instructor's subordinates immediately sprang into action, checking and counting the corresponding supplies with the accompanying clerks.

After all, even the security teams responsible for maintaining stability have been lacking food and clothing for many days.

All supplies were concentrated on supplying the front-line troops on the ground, and those in the underground bunkers could barely avoid starvation.

Just as Maguire was about to cross the gate, the instructor suddenly called out to him from behind.

He handed a heavy bag of food and water to Maguire, just enough for three people.

A rare hint of softness appeared on the instructor's cold face, but it was quickly concealed by his cold mask of pretense.

"Take your rations and try your best to survive."

To live on—it sounds so light, yet it's such a heavy and bitter word.

Maguire chewed on the bitter taste, then impatiently opened the drinking water in his arms and handed it to his wife on the stretcher. He then opened the food box, and what was revealed inside made the Palicoes cheer in unison.

"Rice ball! Rice ball! Delicious rice ball..."

The joyful atmosphere was almost palpable, quite out of place with the cold underground fortress.

But there's nothing we can do about it; the entire Palico population is just naturally optimistic.

Surprisingly, the drinking water provided this time was of an astonishingly high quality, far exceeding Maguire's expectations, while the rice balls were equally delicious and filling.

After all, two compacted rice balls the size of an adult's fist are definitely enough for an average person's daily energy needs.

With the food supplies replenished, the couple finally cheered up.

Maguire tentatively asked these happy demi-humans about their next destination.

The Palicoes didn't try to beat around the bush and sang the answer in unison.

"See a doctor, see a doctor..."

This statement relieved the couple, who wanted to ask a few more questions, but the Palicoes had already carried the stretcher and rushed out of the ground, turning into a spacious but heavily guarded laboratory.

To their relief, the place didn't look like a concentration camp or a crematorium.

In the spacious and bright interior, a large pot was placed on a high platform, constantly bubbling green bubbles under the licking of the flames.

A strangely dressed, black-haired man crouched beside a pot, watching a white-haired man in a cloak constantly stirring a large pot filled with green soup with a long ladle. The fluorescent light inside the pot made the two men's faces appear pale green.

The mother on the stretcher instinctively hugged her child tightly, as the scene didn't seem like a medical facility, but rather like a cult ritual site for some cult members.

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With a gentle touch, a slow twist, a smear, and a flick, Rasma wielded a soup spoon with incredible skill.

As it was stirred, a large amount of gray magic seeped into the soup along the ladle.

Rasma didn't stop until the viscous green liquid swirled in the pot, occasionally forming arcs of light.

“This plague has been deliberately modified to enhance its transmissibility and pathogenicity, but it’s not too difficult to deal with,” Rasma explained to Jiang Bing.

Biochemistry has always been Jiang Bing's "weak point", but a creator's "weak point" does not mean that his level is really low.

Moreover, Nurgle's plagues are usually not just simple viruses, but a warp curse that forcibly disrupts the balance of life processes using physical viruses as carriers.

“Water sources, infecting insects and microorganisms, air, and even the ‘radiation’ of infected individuals can all cause disease. Late-stage patients will also release some kind of psychic signal to attract mosquitoes, thereby accelerating the spread of the disease. Rasmar, this thing is not as simple as it seems on the surface. After all, it is the work of Nurgle. You don’t want to mess it up.”

The necromancer pulled a withered plant from under his cloak and threw it into the soup pot. The seemingly dried-out ingredient miraculously dissolved upon entering the water, instantly causing the pot of thick green soup to boil inexplicably.

Rasma stirred the soup a few more times before nodding in satisfaction.

"The idea of ​​combining magic curses with plague is good, but it also gives it negative weaknesses that regular plagues do not have."

"Ordinary plagues can only be eradicated slowly through physical means, but magical plagues are much easier to deal with."

“Break the curse, and the whole chain will collapse.”

"The other dozens of most prevalent plagues operate on basically the same principle and are not difficult to deal with. This potion should also be widely applicable."

"In addition, the herbs you provided, which contain life force, are very suitable as the base for potions. By simply adding the corresponding 'raw materials,' we can brew a decent general-purpose antidote."

A vast amount of magic flowed in the pot, making the brewing of potions far more difficult than Rasmar had described.

But since neither of the two people present were ordinary people, if they really got serious about stirring things up, they'd probably be only slightly less capable than Nurgle.

Amidst the laughter and conversation of the two, the silence of the Ultra Warriors, and the anxious waiting of the Maguire family, the medicine was finally ready.

Now that we have the drug, the next step is naturally clinical testing.

This is also why the Maguire family came here.

Without hesitation, the mother stepped forward and took the metal cup containing the green juice.

The potion, which looks evil, smells surprisingly good.

The fragrance of herbs and trees, mixed with a hint of bitter sourness, spiraled together, smelling cool and refreshing. It jolted the mother's drowsy mind, instantly clearing her dull consciousness.

Without further hesitation, she drank it down.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's a truly miraculous cure.

The mother had barely swallowed the medicine for three breaths when she suddenly let out a loud burp, expelling a foul-smelling gas. After a shiver, she felt completely refreshed and invigorated. Not only was her mind clear, but her limbs also felt strong. The effect was truly remarkable, hundreds of times better than the self-proclaimed medicines of the old Mongolian doctors selling fake medicine on TV shopping channels.

In Maguire's eyes, his wife's previously sickly body suddenly became strong, and the sallow complexion caused by prolonged lack of food and clothing was swept away, her complexion quickly regained its rosy hue, and she radiated vitality from the inside out.

"The concentration seems a bit too high; it needs to be diluted," Rasmar concluded, observing the clinical trial results.

How could such a small matter possibly stump Jiang Bing?

With a snap of the fingers, a perfect regular hexahedron appeared in the air amidst a swirling light.

The intricate patterns are quite mysterious, with delicate openwork metal crisscrossing to form the surface.

The familiar look made Rasma frown slightly.

"Kanae's Box?"

"You're wrong," Jiang Bing promptly corrected the other person's statement.

"It is a new generation of STC universal manufacturing template, a downgraded imitation of Kanai's Magic Box, and this one is numbered 125."

In the golden glow, the magic box flipped and transformed, rapidly expanding in size to completely envelop the entire cauldron.

The moment it closed, countless mysterious symbols began to fly around, rapidly analyzing the essence of the potion, and under Jiang Bing's control, they also completed the dilution and encapsulation processes.

When opened again, the magic box dispensed vials the size of an adult's thumb, all of which were thoughtfully sealed and even affixed with anti-counterfeiting labels featuring the Imperial double-headed eagle and the mechanical god's gear skull.

Rasmarck found it hard to understand such a wasteful act as hammering ordinary iron with a golden hammer.

However, Jiang Bing was very satisfied. He had to admit that the latest generation of STC, produced using the Kanai's Magic Box as a template, had perfectly met his initial requirements.

Versatile, efficient, versatile, and platform-based.

Yes, this thing, like the STC template from the golden age of humanity, is connected to the internet.

However, the new generation of STC templates has a more advanced and stable network.

It is connected to 'Ethernet', using Heiml's lines, and the server is built directly outside the world, with the lines also following the tree branches of the world.