Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1317: The Refuge of the Lost

This cycle had been repeating for over a year, and the children on this mining planet were nearly wiped out.

When there were no more children, the aliens began experimenting on adults.

In their eyes, they never had to worry about a shortage of test subjects.

"What exactly were they experimenting on?" Kenny Lin glanced at the frightened adults and children.

"It seems like they were trying to develop a drug resistant to a certain type of radiation, but..." Sharif hesitated.

"But what?" Kenny Lin asked.

"Something doesn’t add up. If they were simply creating a radiation-resistant drug, why would they primarily use children as test subjects? A child’s body is not fully developed, their resistance and immune functions are weaker than an adult’s. With such an unstable experimental foundation, the success rate of the research should be even lower."

Sharif began to suspect that the aliens had another purpose for choosing children as test subjects.

"Whatever the aliens’ goal is, we need to leave here first." Kenny Lin stepped past them, ready to go, but was stopped by Sharif.

"Mr. Kenny, have all the aliens inside been taken care of?"

Kenny Lin: "More or less. The ones still alive won’t last much longer."

"Then can we stay at the research base and wait for Ms. Amalia and the others to return? Otherwise, with so many people following us, we won’t be able to move freely." Sharif, unaware of the full situation, suggested.

"The research base is no longer safe. There’s a powerful radiation inside—even the enhanced physiques of the aliens can’t withstand it. The aliens call this radiation ’ Z-Rays.’"

As soon as Kenny Lin said this, Sharif’s face changed.

"If it really is Z-Rays, then we definitely can’t stay. Back when I was on Planet Omicron, I studied the history of battles between the Crimson Moon Dynasty and aliens. I found that the Crimson Moon Dynasty once lost a heavily fortified military planet under mysterious circumstances."

"With the strength of the Pleiades Star System, they shouldn’t have lost a military defense planet so easily. They always had powerful cultivators stationed there, and the aliens couldn’t take it down. Later, it was said that an ultimate weapon was deployed. After further investigation, I discovered it was something called Z-Rays."

"Minister, is this radiation really that terrifying?" Mateo asked.

"The scariest thing about it is that it cannot be destroyed. Any planet exposed to Z-Ray radiation becomes a wasteland. Z-Rays are said to be an indestructible force—even the aliens fear them."

"Then why are the aliens still messing with this stuff? Aren’t they afraid they’ll end up destroying themselves one day?" Everyone felt uneasy.

Sharif shook his head.

He had a vague suspicion in his mind, but without concrete evidence, he couldn’t say anything for sure.

"That’s enough, let’s focus on regrouping with Amalia and the others." Kenny Lin cut off further discussion.

"Are we taking these adults and children with us?" Mateo asked in confusion.

"Yes," Kenny Lin responded.

Everyone found it strange.

Taking these people along would surely slow them down.

Originally, they had planned to escort them to the battleship first.

But Kenny Lin didn’t explain, and they assumed he had his own reasons, so they didn’t ask further.

By now, the aliens had realized that the mining planet was under attack.

They no longer cared about the humans and began mobilizing their forces, determined to eliminate the intruders first.

Amalia and her team was less than one-tenth the size of the alien forces.

To prevent panic among the rescued humans and avoid unnecessary trouble, she simply threw them all into the small world.

The once desolate and spacious small world, which had expanded too quickly, was now suddenly flooded with people.

Originally, there had been miles of empty land between Wealth’s small house and the nearest town.

Now, with millions of people being packed inside, he could see them even from the foot of the mountain.

Standing on the rock wherer he usually sleeping, Wealth stared in shock at the masses below.

"Did Mother just rob an entire human world?"

"Mr. Beast God, that’s a lot of humans," Javier also muttered in disbelief.

They had grown used to the small world being empty.

The sudden influx of people, bustling like a crowded marketplace, was overwhelming.

"Yeah, in just a short while, there are already more than ten million people. But why are their clothes all tattered?" Wealth was puzzled.

Did Mother rob a slum?

Javier, who was more knowledgeable, noticed something. "Mr. Beast God, I don’t think these people are from a slum. They look dirty, like miners."

"I get it now! the two Immortals must have seen how much they were suffering on the mining planet and decided to rescue them. But there were too many to transport one by one, so he sent them into the small world."

"That makes sense." Wealth nodded, then lay back down.

Mother was really smart.

A world’s growth wasn’t just dependent on its owner’s power.

If the small world wanted to develop like the Mystic Void Continent, one crucial factor was the presence of living beings.

And not just animals—intelligent beings were key.

Intelligent lifeforms drove a world’s evolution.

With both elements in place, the small world could grow much faster.

However, ordinary humans wouldn’t willingly leave their home planet.

The best way to populate the small world was to find people who were homeless and suffering.

If given a place free of hardship, they would surely be grateful.

Once they experienced the peace of the small world, they would surely be more willing to stay there forever.

"You guys go help Nazir, or he’ll be overwhelmed."

A place of 100,000 residents might seem large, but pacifying millions of refugees was an incredibly difficult task.

"Yes, Mr. Beast God," Javier responded immediately, taking his sister down the mountain.

Wealth had only spoken casually, unaware that compared to adults like Nazir, children were actually more effective at gaining the refugees’ trust.