Bai Wu walked on the road heading to the Asylum, looking at people dressed in suits and leather shoes or driving their vehicles to work in office buildings, feeling as if he had returned to his past life.
It seemed as if he was in a certain block of seven hundred years ago, where there was a trendy cafe he often visited. He would sit by the window, casually peruse a publication, but he preferred to analyze the passersby.
The most pressing issue of the apocalypse was resource distribution.
And the High Tower's resource distribution actually had serious problems.
It was like a cake to be shared among five people. The best approach would be to divide it equally so everyone could be fully satisfied. Alternatively, each person could get a piece according to their capabilities, even if that meant unequal portions.