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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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1609 Chs

The Fight in the Basement

Editor: Rainystars

"Yes, it's me."

A white mist was leaking from his mouth, Mole with a grin stood up from the ground; his body was trembling.

The dry ice spread out in the basement, causing the temperature to drop instantly to the freezing point.

Not just Mole, Jiang Chen noticed that his tactical helmet screen had gradually begun to precipitate with ice shards. However, these ice crystals were not bothersome, he was only a bit cold compared to the Fog Demon that had been duped by dry ice powder.

"This is the industry norm?" Looking at the Mole that moved to the corner, Jiang Chen smiled wickedly, "The intelligence trafficker and cannibal?"

"The intelligence trafficker is my side business. What could be more fun than killing people?" Mole licked the corner of his mouth and drew two daggers from his pockets. He put them in front of his chest, like a cross. "Yes, dry ice can indeed cause me problems, especially in this small place."