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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

First Military Parade of the Twenty-Third Century

Editor: Rainystars

In the actor's lounge, two girls rested their arms against the window as they watched the General deliver a speech on stage.

Most people that woke up before the war did not personally experience the rise of NAC, but they were not unfamiliar with the history. Because the people who have been around for a while always enjoyed telling the tales to the newcomers. Even if they did not go out of the way to seek out those stories, they often heard the tales.

Almost all the "civilized people" who woke up from the hibernation chamber shared unique emotions with the NAC General Jiang Chen.

And those emotions shared one common trait - curiosity.

"A splendid speech..."

The speech was over, and the host already took the microphone.

It was certainly a challenging task for him to take back the atmosphere of the celebration.

The General's aura was too imposing.

One could disregard the content of his speech as he didn't need to speak at all.