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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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The Colonization Frenzy In the Apocalypse

Redakteur: Rainystars

The Holy Shield system was about to be repaired. As the Parliament announced the specific time of the Holy Shield activation, the streets and alleys of Sixth Street were decorated by festive lights and filled with a celebratory atmosphere.

For the survivors in Wanghai, the Holy Shield was not only a shield to isolate them from the apocalypse, but also a banner. Especially for those who had lived here and had witnessed that prosperous and great age, the status of the Holy Shield in their hearts was particularly sacred.

Repair the Holy Shield.

Meant the possibility of restoring order.

Coinciding with the completion of the fourth Garden of Eden, NAC lowered the prices of agricultural products for the second time in a year. The purchasing power of credit points continued to increase, and the prices of commodities had decreased. The smiles on the survivors who lived in the Sixth Street also grew brighter.