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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

Who said I will go with you?

Editor: Nou

Outside of the Yangjiapin Textile Plant...

A car was parked two hundred meters away from the gate on a small road.

The car was not his Maybach S600, but it was, instead, a secondhand Sonata that he spent one hundred thousand acquiring. He didn’t want his ride to be ruined during the fire fight.

Jiang Chen got out of the car and scanned the surroundings before walking to the long-deserted textile plant.

That was the destination they agreed on, 12 kilometers from Hucheng.

Other than the weeds growing around the plant, it was barren farmland in the area with no one in sight.

But just outside of the desolated plant, Jiang Chen saw four out-of-placed vans.

There were two men with baseball caps standing by the door. Their jackets were stuffed with something hidden underneath, and their hands were in their pockets, as if they were holding onto something.

The corners of Jiang Chen’s lip raised with interested as he walked up without fear.