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...
The Cabin by the Lake
Editor: Rainystars
On the first of March, the Month of Disaster arrived on schedule.
Mud Crabs began to awaken from hibernation one after another and emerged from the shallows. They began to move on to the beach. Hunger and breeding biological instincts drove these creatures forward. Any other creatures would not be foraging. Even the Dead Claws would not dare to appear in front of these monsters that consumed everything.
On Desperate Beach, piles of triangular spines tied with graphene ropes were placed on the beach. The wooden stakes were connected by barbed wire, just like countless tank traps.
This was the idea Li Wang's deputy commander came up with. Although it looked stupid, it was surprisingly effective. These stakes may not be able to stab through the shells of the Mud Crabs, but they were heavy and strong enough to impede their movement. For a creature like the Mud Crab with short legs, either they remove the entire stake or push the stakes forward in the sand.