If the allure of refined energy cores to the dead iron straight Han Qingyu was akin to an exceptional beauty to an ordinary man, then the temptation of a raw metal core was the equivalent of booking an entire lingerie runway show with the luxury of doing as he pleased.

Shen Fengting said there were four of them too.

So what if Wipers slip in? I’ve been worried about not finding them! Han Qingyu thought. As for the Preservers… Who exactly are they?

This wasn’t the first time he had heard the term, but he had never paid it much mind, as the name sounded relatively harmless.

“Deep Sea, Earth’s Core, and Long Voyage.” Shen Fengting listed the main branches of the Preservers. Almost all of them were self-explanatory.

Liu Shiheng nodded from the side. “I understand now. They’re to-be runaways.”

“Pretty much doomsday arks, right?” Wen Jifei asked, thinking it over. “Sounds...