Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun’s target this time was not Zuo Jing City, but the precarious Xiajing City.

The two capitals, Zuo Jing and Xiajing, are the major cities on Xingzheng Star. Xiajing City, as a rising star, is catching up rapidly, but its military strength is somewhat lacking because it has only developed in the last fifty years, and its foundation is not very strong.

The worst part is that Xiajing City’s population is insufficient; war is fought over resources, and population is the most crucial resource.

So now Xiajing is being heavily pressured by the Insect Race’s offensive. The suburbs have been destroyed, and except for five key strategic support points on the outskirts, the Human Race has basically retreated to the urban area.

The situation here is dire, but for Feng Jun, the more chaotic the place, the easier it is for him to manipulate circumstances.

When he arrived at the outskirts of Xiajing City, he circled the city, contemplating how to infiltrate it, when he inadvertently discovered a tunnel—this tunnel was a kilometer long, passing through two streets and a park.

The tunnel’s exit was in a car repair shop, which had been destroyed by warfare, with debris blocking the exit. The other end of the tunnel was in an unremarkable small detached villa.

The reason the villa is described as unremarkable is that Xingzheng Star has vast lands and sparse populations, unlike Huaxia on Earth.

Although there are also apartment buildings here, buying a yard and building a small villa isn’t too difficult, and many people choose to live in apartment buildings mainly for the companionship of neighbors, not because they can’t afford such villas.

This villa isn’t really big; the yard is about five hundred square meters, and the villa occupies less than two hundred square meters. There’s not even any proper defensive weaponry on the rooftop.

Moreover, this family has disappeared. Feng Jun hid in the shadows and deduced that the villa hadn’t been inhabited for at least half a year—though he could further investigate, it wasn’t necessary.

There was no surveillance equipment inside the tunnel—only at the exits. It was simple; the tunnel owner monitored the other side’s movements to facilitate passage.

What Feng Jun didn’t know was that this kind of behavior was strictly prohibited on Xingzheng Star, with severe penalties, but at the same time, such occurrences were persistent. Anyone with some capability would want to create a backup route for themselves and their family.

Being able to dig a kilometer-long tunnel in Xiajing City and avoid detection by the Official Government indicated that these were not ordinary people. But even people like this dared not install any electronic equipment in the tunnel, as it would be easily discovered.

Simply put, the emergence of such a tunnel in this manner was very normal. Feng Jun wasn’t very familiar with it, so he carefully investigated for a long time, ensuring there was no danger before using the tunnel to enter the small villa.

As he emerged from the tunnel exit, dawn was breaking. He cautiously released his Divine Sense to observe the surroundings, discovering that he was in a large villa community with four- or five-story villas. The villa he was in was the most ordinary one, among the lowest in quality.

Under the Insect Race’s attack, many villas were damaged, some even severely collapsed, but even so, the villa owners wouldn’t abandon their homes.

Quickly, he noticed a strange family. Their villa was almost entirely collapsed, and two middle-aged people and a little girl lived in the only two intact rooms on the ground. In a corner of the basement, a young boy was curled up.

Using his mobile phone, he slightly deduced that the four were a family. The boy was the second son, and his older brother, third sister, and fourth brother all perished in this war. The younger sister needed care, so she stayed on the ground with her parents, while he hid in the basement.

It was genuine hiding; he didn’t even come out during combat because he was the only one left among the family’s three boys, and by the rules, he shouldn’t be sent to the battlefield.

But rules were rules; if Xiajing City truly ran out of people, he wouldn’t have a choice—even a three-year-old sister couldn’t be sent to war, right?

So his parents hid him with hopeful intentions—as long as the Federation’s reinforcements arrived in time, he might survive even if everyone in Xiajing City perished.

Feng Jun had no harsh opinions on this family, nor was he in a position to criticize them. Apart from lamenting the cruelty of war, he conceived an idea—finally, a potential replacement.

Taking advantage of the early morning, he used the Art of Concealment to silently leap over seven or eight walls, arriving at the target villa.

Then he made some noises in the yard, causing the female owner to awaken, staring with bloodshot eyes at the monitor to check the situation outside.

The male owner, half-asleep, lay in bed hugging his little daughter and asked, "What’s going on?"

These days had been extremely tough; the daughter was too young and needed coaxing, making life unbearably difficult.

The woman watched for a while, "I keep hearing a strange sound; could it be the Insect Race’s wasps sneaking in?"

"They can’t get in, get some more sleep," the man mumbled, "We have to take care of the wounded when it’s light."

"What if they do get in?" the woman insisted, "It’s happened more than once."

Human Race cities have a sophisticated system for detecting shadow wasps, but special circumstances like circuitry damage or equipment failure could easily lead to tragedies if not promptly addressed.

This situation is actually quite rare, but when it happens once or twice, it’s enough to be talked about for a long time.

The two drowsy parents didn’t notice that someone quietly entered their basement.

The sleeping youth in the basement had already been knocked out by Feng Jun using Divine Sense, with no reaction at all—as if he wasn’t knocked out, he was in a development phase and was very prone to sleeping.

Feng Jun spent quite a while sensing and successfully simulated the brainwave characteristics of the other party, then adjusted his appearance, height, and build, finally turning himself into this youth.

Then he obtained the youth’s identity verification electronic code, fingerprints were identical, and then he raised his hand and put the youth into the Spirit Beast Bag, and that was it.

The only little regret was that the youth was a bit fat, Feng Jun never considered himself to care much about this, but the Human Race technology of this world was already capable of gene fine-tuning. Even if you don’t have money to fine-tune, getting a micro-cosmetic was not a big deal, right?

With these thoughts silently murmured in his heart, he flashed and appeared in the villa with the secret passage.

Although there were cameras as soon as he exited the villa, he still walked out of the villa just when dawn broke, while taking out the assistive flying backpack he just acquired, swiftly proceeding close to the ground.

Even though dawn just broke, there were already quite a few early risers: some cleaning up last night’s battlefield, some fixing the houses, and a rapid-moving stretcher team, transporting who-knows-if they’re deceased or injured.

In short, almost everyone was hurrying along because everyone cherished the tranquility of early morning; the Insect Race could attack at any time, and it was necessary to make the most of the time.

The breakfast shop also opened, but during the war, breakfast shops were generally in basements, there were willing people to descend the stairs to eat in-shop, but more were huddled on the roadside, extending their arms to buy breakfast, directly packed and walked off after getting the breakfast bag.

There’s still breakfast for sale? Feng Jun couldn’t help but notice, but couldn’t help shaking his head, "Beef-Flavored Fried Energy Bar"... What the hell is this thing?

His attention attracted a slight wobble of the flying backpack, and two patrollers directly spoke, "You there, the youth in the grey clothes, come over for inspection."

Feng Jun wasn’t intimidated, just flew closely along the ground, and took out his electronic badge.

The other party scanned with a handheld device, finding all sorts of information matching up, relaxed considerably—actually, this was the most common scenario, though someone still asked, "Why... is there no current status information?"

Current status refers to being intact, injured, in serious condition, or deceased, these messages need to be real-time updated for the Official Government to grasp the latest developments.

But the one Feng Jun impersonated, his real status should be "missing" or "deceased," otherwise he wouldn’t have been hiding in the basement.

However, the person responsible for community registration knew his family’s situation, with five kids having died, really pitiful.

And the mother was a medical staff treating the wounded; community members guessed how his family thought, so they didn’t immediately refresh his status—seeing through not saying through, indeed "a good practice whilst in public service."

It’s just a minor oversight at most, giving the other more choice space, isn’t it okay?

Feng Jun didn’t know this society’s mundane details, so he shook his head cluelessly, "I don’t know, it’s your matter... Do you also ask me?"

In the Earth Realm, he heard more of "system delay," "database error"... even "infection" as reasons, so he thought saying he didn’t know was suitable.

Sure enough, the two exchanged glances, amazingly didn’t pursue the matter further, though during wartime, inspectors were more cautious, hence another question, "So early in the morning, what are you going to do?"

Feng Jun blinked, "School’s out, I made a pact with classmates, competing to kill Insect Race, see who kills more."

"Kill Insect Race," one inspector couldn’t help but shake his head with mixed emotions, but what could he say? Sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, it’s the age of youthful fervor, albeit somewhat unrealistic, having such a heart is always good—the Frontier Star never lacked impassioned youth.

As for youths venturing out of the city to kill the Insect Race, that’s implausible, the Federation’s monitoring system isn’t joking, so these youths probably only find a place, wait for the Insect Race to arrive, and see if they can kill one.

This behavior is quite naive, but who doesn’t grow from being a youth?

Therefore, the inspectors didn’t ask further; one of them even remarked, "Then try to kill a few more."

After Feng Jun left, another inspector merely shook his head with a bitter smile, "A few? It’s already lucky to encounter one."

"Haha," the former gave a slight smile, then sighed gently, "Youth... is good indeed."