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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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Turning Point

Editor: Rainystars

Taking a deep breath, Steven sorted out his thoughts and slowly began to narrate.

"First of all, from the Golden Apple Project, you may feel what you hear next is obscure, but it is true. The experiment on Golden Apple can be traced back to the Freemasonry's discovery of extraterrestrial civilization during World War II…"

Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped him. "You don't have to tell me the background of the Golden Apple Project. We know what the Golden Apple is for. It is used to communicate with an extraterrestrial civilization, right? But as far as I know, your research has not progressed."

"We really have no progress with extraterrestrial civilizations," Steven stressed. "But it does not mean we have no progress in other areas."

"Such as?"

"For example, I found this in the research institute." As he made up his mind, Steven took a deep breath and slowly took out a box of cigars from his pocket. "This is a research report."