The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

A slight dizziness washed over me, and the office scene before me shattered.

Instead, there was a hazy yellow sky and a murky air that smelled of rust and dust.

"Is this the Wasteland Era, the world fifty-five years in the future?"

The five people were horrified.

Even though I already knew about the environment here through various video materials.

But when they stood on this land, the deep-seated sense of desolation and ruin still made the hearts of these five men, who were used to grand scenes, sink.

Beneath my feet lies cracked ground, and in the distance, the ruins of buildings stand as silent testaments to a bygone civilization.

On the far horizon, a blurry, enormous figure flashed by, so fast that it seemed like an illusion, yet so real that it sent chills down your spine.

The five people looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's reactions.

This is human civilization fifty-five years from now...

No, it can no longer be called human civilization; it should be called human relics.

Because if it weren't for that grocery store, and these people from fifty-five years ago, they would never have been able to appear on this land.

At this moment, they all felt indescribable emotions.

"Let's go," Chi Zhengyang said first, breaking the silence.

The five people exchanged glances, pushed open the door, and entered the general store.

As soon as you push open the door, a warm feeling greets you.

Inside the store, a young figure was lying on a chair, pointing his finger in the air, seemingly doing something.

Lin Mo, who had just woken up, was opening the panel of the general store and putting goods on the shelves.

They noticed someone had come in.

Lin Mo turned around and immediately saw Chi Zhengyang walking at the front.

Lin Mo's expression froze for a moment, then immediately broke into a delighted smile.

"Elder Chi, you've arrived!"

"Don't stand outside, come inside."

Lin Mo was so excited that he misspoke.

Seeing Lin Mo so excited, Chi Zhengyang felt a strange pang of sadness welling up inside him.

He nodded heavily and took two steps forward.

"Comrade Lin Mo, you've worked hard these past few days."

Lin Mo shook his head: "It's alright, but now that you're here, communication will be much easier for us in the future."

His gaze passed over Chi Zhengyang and landed on the four elderly people who followed him in.

Although these four men were all quite old, they were all in high spirits, stood up straight, and exuded an extraordinary air.

In particular, one of the elderly men, whose face was full of scars and who looked like he had a bad temper, subconsciously raised his head and puffed out his chest when he met Lin Mo's probing gaze, as if he was looking forward to being seen.

Lin Mo was somewhat curious.

"Who are these people?"

A sudden question.

The kind yet dignified smile that Mr. Qian had prepared instantly froze on his face.

He straightened his chest, his imposing manner immediately relaxed, and he exuded an air of disbelief.

"ah?!"

"Kid, you don't even recognize me!"

"Are you serious, or are you trying to intimidate me?"

Lin Mo was startled by the sudden shout, and subconsciously scratched his head with a hint of apology on his face.

"I'm so sorry, I don't usually follow the news..."

Lin Mo doesn't really pay attention to those things; he would never actively click on anything unless big data pushes it to him.

Of course, even if it's recommended, people might not actually read it.

But if you ask him where there's an internet cafe where you don't need an ID to use it, no matter how well he hides it, he'll know better than anyone else.

But if you ask him these things... it would really be difficult for him.

Professor Qian: "..."

He felt like he couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted on the spot.

There are people in this world who don't know him!

Who would believe that?

Who would believe it!

Standing to the side, Old An reacted quickly and grabbed Old Qian's shoulder.

He pressed him firmly to the spot while putting on a friendly smile.

"Don't worry about these trivial matters, young comrade. We're just here with Lao Chi to take a look."

"Just pretend we don't exist."

In the corner, Elder Wu, who had been relatively inconspicuous, softly uttered a sentence in a volume that only a few of them could hear.

"If you dare to cause any trouble, we'll vote to disqualify you from entering."

Old Qian fell silent instantly, and his whole demeanor deflated.

But those eyes were still glaring indignantly at Lin Mo, as if accusing the young man of "not recognizing Mount Tai when he saw it".

Chi Zhengyang ignored the farce over there; his attention was completely drawn to the items in the general store.

He walked to the weapon rack and reached in to pull out a jet-black rock-cutting sword.

The blade feels slightly heavy in the hand, with a cool, metallic feel.

He casually twirled the knife, waving it twice in the air, creating a slight whooshing sound.

"It is indeed a fine knife," Chi Zhengyang praised sincerely.

Without Lin Mo needing to introduce him, an information panel appeared in front of him as soon as he focused his gaze.

This feature is indeed convenient.

He had heard about this rock-cutting sword countless times from the reports of the returning warriors, but only by holding it in his own hands could he truly appreciate its exquisite craftsmanship.

Lin Mo smiled and nodded, then walked over.

"These weapons are okay against servant-level and elite-level monsters, but they're not so effective against higher-level monsters."

Chi Zhengyang sheathed his sword: "Is there a better weapon?"

Lin Mo: "Yes, but we can't get it working right now."

The better weapon is the Source Weapon mentioned by the system, but you need to buy the blueprints and craft it yourself, which I haven't had time for yet.

He paused for a moment, then explained his plan.

"My idea is to first upgrade the general store to level five to unlock a higher staff limit, and then put everything else aside for now."

Upon hearing this, Chi Zhengyang raised an eyebrow.

"Level 5? Didn't I just reach level 3 yesterday?"

Lin Mo chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I'm level 4 now."

"And we are only a little over a million in revenue away from reaching level 5."

For the first time, a hint of urgency appeared in the eyes of Old Man An, who always carried a gentle smile.

He took a step forward, his voice slightly louder than usual.

"What is the maximum number of staff currently available?"

This is the core issue they are most concerned about.

With the current crisis looming, it would be a good thing to allow as many people as possible to experience the Wasteland Era as soon as possible.

Moreover, they will also receive more material assistance.

Lin Mo: "I've actually been thinking about this too, and I was looking for an opportunity to talk to you about it."

"Currently, the maximum number of employees a grocery store can employ is 100,000."

Lin Mo showed no intention of keeping them in suspense: "Once we reach level five, the maximum number of employees will reach one million!"

One hundred thousand people, one million!

The moment those two numbers were announced, the entire grocery store was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

One million warriors can enter Wasteland Era at any time!

Those present understood this better than anyone else!

This is no longer a small force; it is a terrifying force capable of changing the course of a battle on a local battlefield!

The old witch in the corner, whose eyes had been half-closed, opened them wide at this moment, a terrifying glint in them.

"Okay! Okay!"

Chi Zhengyang was the first to react, and he excitedly slapped his thigh.

Seeing the elderly people's excited expressions, Lin Mo felt quite happy as well.

He scratched his head and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"These people still need your help."