Nuwa No. 17's voice was the same as ever. "Time of death: January 7th, '51. Cause of death: Radiation sickness."
"I almost forgot! Without my intervention, there would have been two more world wars!" Chu Bamboo's expression twitched, his heart heavy.
'It's a mess. A complete mess!'
Lin Xin Bamboo was Lin Xia's daughter, born in his later years. If she died at this point in time... he probably wouldn't even get married.
"No wonder the base regressed back into a metal one! This time is really..." Chu Bamboo shook his head, gathered his thoughts, and cautiously asked, "Nuwa No. 17, what's my permission level? Also, bring up the surveillance feed and let me see what's happening outside!"
Immediately after, Chu Bamboo stared at his permission level—Permanent: Level 1, Temporary: Level 2—and for a moment, he didn't know what kind of expression to make.
'This must be the first time I've ever seen a temporary permission level that's higher than the permanent one...'
