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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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A Wise Decision

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars

Shangjing, Ziyuan Road No. 27 was home to the largest gymnasium in Pan-Asia Corporation. Before the outbreak of the war, a grand football match was being held. Therefore, in the seats around the round stadium, there were still skeletons and rusted coke cans.

Just below the stadium sat Fallout Shelter 022, but the fallout shelter had long since been abandoned. It was the most pragmatic and diligent Sectarian Guardians of the Dusk Church that brought the fallout shelter back into the sun. Although they were followers, they were never constrained by the teachings and pursued absolute efficiency. It was because of this that they separated from the Bo Yu-led orthodox.

"Sometimes, I feel that the name Gravediggers is more suitable for us than the Sectarian Guardians." Lu Minghui took a flashlight, looked around, and followed the blood trails that have oxidized many years ago.