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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

Farewell

Editor: Rainystars

The night was bitter.

A daunting human shaped-armor walked along the empty street. The moonlight scattered onto the merciless steel as it shined on the white symbols, T-3.

His steps were slow as he scanned around. It was as if he was taking a stroll.

Broken houses.

The closer he approached the "mansion" the more tragic the scene looked. From the bullet marks on the wall and its density, it seemed to be from the cover fire of the machine guns. From the signs of explosions amongst the street, It looked like it was from grenade launchers.

In the shambles, Jiang Chen saw a pair of eyes.

Like a startled animal, the eyes escaped him when he turned around slightly.

His throat moved before looking away.

"I can do the "cleaning". Ayesha’s voice came into his ears.

"No… I think I should go personally."

Although he couldn’t see Ayesha’s face, Jiang Chen could still imagine her gentle gaze.