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...
The Terminal Station of Line 0
Editor: Rainystars
"So, the legendary Subway Line 0 is just an underground city?"
As he stepped onto the concrete road covered by dust, Ding Liwei used the light scattered down from the skydome while he scanned through the dark streets.
Surprise was the emotion in his eyes, but behind the surprise, there was more disappointment in his emotion.
He was originally looking forward to a particular weapon hidden here, at least one powerful enough that it could get rid of CCCP and NAC.
But so far, disregarding any weapons, it was just towering high-rise buildings and empty streets.
This kind of scene was too common in the wasteland. If he must state the difference between the Shangjing above ground, then it must be the lack of zombies, mutants, and ugly nuclear craters.
No, certainly not just these...
Ding Liwei's gaze carefully searched between the buildings on both sides of the street, for fear of missing a trace of detail.