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I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse. If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation. But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven. Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere. What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day. iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom? Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat. Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time...

Morning Star LL · Sci-fi
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Editor: Caron_

After the one-week visit, the group of international friends Celestial Trade invited started to return home.

The rectangular train moved from the edge of the celestial ring to the center track, then started its descend in the narrow elevator track. Almost at the same time, at the other end of the main axis, the blue electric arc flashed for a second and a black dotwas thrown into the vast universe...

"Phew."

With a sigh of relief, the pilot moved his stiff fingers. His right thumb gently moved the joystick and turned off the breathing aid.

The feeling of electromagnetic acceleration was terrible. Although he was injected with the genetic vaccine that strengthened his body and he conducted anti-pressure training, without a breathing aid and decompression cockpit, the acceleration of 12G and the acceleration time of more than one minute could still squeeze out the last trace of air from his chest.