I Can Program My Body?

Chapter 666: Territorial Area Distribution

Soon, with everyone choosing a force to side with, Primos projected a virtual map of the entire wild void area.

"Is this map real?"

Seeing the map, everyone except for the major teams was in shock.

Although top teams had largely explored around their area, they had no idea about the rest of the void.

Yet, looking at the map, they could see the concentration of each cosmic team, the distribution areas of dark beasts, and even forbidden void zones that couldn’t be passed through.

"Is this the ability of the mechanical race?"

Most of them had heard of the mechanical race’s amazing exploration abilities, but it was now that they truly saw how frightening it was.

By their estimate, the size of the wild void area was bigger than most galactic territories.

Yet, even under such circumstances, the mechanical race was still able to scale the area in just over a decade.

After the initial shock, they began to memorize every detail of the map, trying to commit it to memory.

Unfortunately, after the initial startup, when every detail was shown, just a few milliseconds later, it turned vague and general.

Then, before they could look further, the virtual map shifted and divided into seven different pieces.

"Based on the team distribution, these will be the areas each of us will be in charge of. Does anyone have a problem?" Primos said, looking at the other five.

Looking at the map, then mentally calculating the teams that joined their sides, they didn’t complain.

"The mechanical race’s computation ability is truly amazing. Even the distribution of resources, dark beasts, and various forbidden areas is clearly divided."

The division of territory was certainly not just about area, but also about richness, danger, and the various opportunities hidden inside.

With each section marked very clearly, they had no worry about unfairness.

"It’s my duty," Primos said emotionlessly.

Truthfully, according to the order of the Mechanical Emperor, their goal wasn’t to conquer the wild void area but merely to assist.

At the moment, he was merely assessing every force and team, choosing the perfect leaders to serve.

That is right to serve! This was engraved in every mechanical being, the will to serve another.

This is why they were regarded as the most loyal followers, a loyalty even their creator, the Mechanical Emperor, couldn’t violate.

Although this brought the entire universe into confusion, they acknowledged the mechanical race’s ultimate neutrality.

Perhaps, one day, even the Mechanical Emperor would offer his loyalty to another.

After the division, each major team began to gather and set up a treaty.

Even the Chronos Saint, focused on meditation, couldn’t help but stand to attend the meeting.

The treaty was basically about one thing: a pact of nonaggression.

No matter the grudges between them, they were not allowed to attack or invade each other for the next 100 years.

During this time, they only needed to worry about the development of their territory and not interfere with each other.

Announcing this matter to the leaders, everyone cheered.

Securing 100 years of peace brought everyone a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, with the gates opening and war between each team, they certainly wouldn’t survive.

After the announcement, there was an intermission where each major force gathered its members for a briefing.

This was to divide each of their responsibilities and determine who was responsible for what.

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Meanwhile, in the Chronos Alliance group, Hanna was helplessly arranging each team that joined their side.

"Why is our area so small? Can’t it be bigger?"

"What do you mean by bigger? Aren’t you satisfied with what you got?"

"Why is there still a division? Can’t we just conquer each area we are capable of?"

"That’s right, didn’t the treaty say only nonaggression between major forces? As long as we don’t go beyond our given area, we can do whatever we want!"

Seeing the boisterous crowd, Hanna felt a headache.

Managing these top-level teams was really a headache.

Although having them was worth hundreds of high-level teams, it was like serving an ancestor.

Suddenly, before they could continue their one-sided discussion, an aura erupted, suppressing everyone to the ground.

Whether it was a top team leader or a high-level team leader, anyone who spoke aloud sprawled to the ground in fear.

"Is this the power of the Chronos Saint?" they thought, looking up at the saint who had made them bow in submission.

Although the Chronos Saint was uncaring of profit or territory, she loathed being disturbed by others.

Looking at these flies constantly buzzing in her ears, a hint of killing intent appeared in her eyes.

"No! Chronos Saint, you can’t kill them!" Hanna quickly held her back.

If these people were killed, their reputation would plummet.

Although the other major forces wouldn’t say a word, the Chronos Alliance would be a target.

"Then you deal with it," the Chronos Saint muttered, returning to her meditation.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure subside, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

For a moment, they thought their lives were about to snap.

Fortunately, Hanna stepped in on time, saving their fragile lives.

Giving Hanna a grateful look, they became more cooperative about the distribution of the area.

Basically, each top-level team would be given a domain area, while high-level teams would share one.

Although they still had complaints, no one dared to voice them.

Even the octaves of their voices lowered to a whisper for fear of waking that demoness.

Soon, as the place was being divided, it was Nash’s turn to choose what area to manage.

"Where do you want to be stationed?" one of the Chronos Alliance members asked.

To lessen the fight and casualties, each domain area was limited to a hundred high-level teams.

Having memorized the map Primos had projected earlier, Nash pointed at the place with the densest resources that was quite close to a forbidden zone.

Because the map was too general, only showing clustered groups, not their distribution, Nash was able to pick a leak.

After registering the area, Nash asked how they would be transferred to it.

"You don’t need to worry. The mechanical race has already thought of a solution..."