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In the corner of the entire construction area, the Noodle Processing Area was an unremarkable factory that seemed almost unbelievable. It was these low buildings that supplied one-tenth of the domestic noodle products.
With fully mechanized operations and industrial production, labor costs had been reduced to the limit. The speed of machine manufacturing was thousands or even tens of thousands of times that of humans, and the production level was entirely standardized.
As Zheng Yifan walked outside the factory, he could already smell a rich aroma—the scent of noodles.
Given that this was the Noodle Processing Area, it was normal to have such a smell; however, it was unusual for it to persist two years after the apocalypse.
Undoubtedly, it was food painstakingly produced by people struggling to survive in the post-apocalyptic world.
They could only produce noodles using flour and other ingredients available in the Post-Apocalypse, which meant they were unable to manufacture anything else.
Yet only they knew how much moldy flour was mixed in with those aromas. After two years, the quality of flour that had never been very good had begun to deteriorate gradually.
But they could not leave; they could only hide tightly within the Factory Area.
When Zheng Yifan entered the factory, he no longer saw a single Zombie. Those minions could not stop the steps of the warriors from Hope Gathering Place and Guard Camp.
The factory had been completely cleared out.
Groups of pale-faced workers trembled as they stood in the center of the crowd. Long-term deficiencies in various vitamins had begun to take a severe toll on them, and some were on the brink of death.
They relied solely on noodles for survival, occasionally resorting to eating some grass. The days without grass or any plants made each of them appear far from normal.
However, their expressions were not filled with excitement as they looked at Zheng Yifan. Instead, their eyes were fixed on him with hatred, as if he had awakened them from a beautiful dream.
“Hello! I am your Ruler. From now on, you have become Survivors at the outskirts of our Hope Gathering Place. You will not gain formal membership in Hope Gathering Place for three months. Food supplies and medical resources will be lent to you. In the days to come, you must rely on labor to earn your supplies…” Zheng Yifan finished his initial remarks, leaving further explanations to Li Ning.
The main focus was still on the rules of Hope Gathering Place and what benefits they would receive.
Naturally, they had also become Lucky Ones, no longer needing to struggle so hard in the Apocalyptic World to gain membership in Hope Gathering Place.
However, whether they had gained or lost remained unclear. Those who had worked hard to enter Hope Gathering Place began to shine brightly; they cherished their status and worked even harder, making it easier for them to pass assessments from Exploration Teams and join higher-level Exploration Teams.
Meanwhile, those who enjoyed easy gains were destined to labor for their future wages and chances at survival.
"Why should we listen to you? We want to hear from the government; you must respect our decisions. The country cannot be swayed by people like you who just popped up out of nowhere. We need real leadership!" A clear leader among the crowd stepped forward.
However, his appearance was far from dignified. His clothes were nearly torn to shreds, covered in flour, with a pale face and an overwhelming stench.
Zheng Yifan nearly retched from the foul odor. He couldn't believe that someone could survive with such a terrible smell clinging to them.
Yet, looking into the man's determined eyes and strong confidence, Zheng Yifan really didn't want to crush his spirit.
However, something had to be done. If he didn’t challenge him, others would heed his words and lead themselves to ruin.
"You are right. We do not represent the former government; we only represent those who have survived. We don’t know if the former leaders are still alive; all we know is that the world has descended into panic. Almost everywhere has been overrun by zombies."
"You are lucky; we saved you. We have encountered countless instances of cannibalism in the past and have witnessed those who have become slaves."
"So you should be grateful rather than complain. If you doubt my words, it doesn't matter; you can leave at any time, and I won’t stop you. But I must tell you that the number of zombies in Deep City exceeds one hundred million, and globally there may be hundreds of billions of them. The environment for human survival has become extremely dire; we are merely struggling to survive before death takes us."
Zheng Yifan gestured for them to leave freely. Behind him, Li Ning and other Guard Camp warriors stood protectively by his side, but they had already cleared a path.
They could leave at any moment without regard for Zheng Yifan.
Watching Zheng Yifan with a kind smile, several survivors trembled as they passed by him, casting a meaningful glance before continuing on their way.
More and more people began to leave, with hardly anyone remaining.
However, Zheng Yifan and his companions did not mind.
The first group had already exited the Factory Area; were they heading toward the distance?
Zheng Yifan didn’t know; he only understood that if they left the Hope Gathering Place, survival would be incredibly difficult for them. Various hardships would make their lives unbearable.
The first group gradually disappeared from sight.
The remaining individuals began to hesitate instead.
Time dragged on for over three hours. Zheng Yifan had no idea what they were thinking.
Lying leisurely on the hood of the car, he took a drag from his cigarette, though the occasional twitch at the corner of his eye indicated that his body was far from well.
Activating the full power of the Super Soldier Serum once again, his strength quickly compensated for the physical deficiencies, allowing his injuries to heal rapidly.
It took a full three hours for his wounds to truly recover. However, some minor damages would take longer to mend.
Nevertheless, his combat ability had indeed improved, and he had gained considerable experience from the fight.
What thrilled Zheng Yifan the most was that the threshold of the Sixth Tier had begun to loosen. If he could find a genuine method for advancement, he would be able to break through this Gate.
However, this opportunity was undoubtedly the hardest to achieve.
As the sun slowly set, Zheng Yifan grew indifferent to the Survivors; their lives were none of his concern. He was not a deity and could not look after everyone.
Just as Zheng Yifan was about to give up, the leader finally revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth and limped toward the Factory Area.
In the distance, he could already see the figures of those who had left earlier.
Yet they clearly were not faring well either; after walking such a long distance, their severely malnourished bodies were barely holding up. (To be continued...)
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