Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

In 2042, two weeks of continuous freezing rain had passed, and the streets were nearly deserted.

But in a 1.8-square-meter factory in the suburbs of Houston, Texas, the shouts of hundreds of workers mixed with the roar of machines created a lively atmosphere.

"Oh, gentlemen, Mr. Murphy has arrived! Mr. Murphy has come to see us!"

One of the workers shouted out.

The next second, the noise suddenly stopped, then exploded again.

"Oh, dear sir, thank you for giving me a place to stay. Please allow me to offer you my highest respect!"

"Oh, Mr. Murphy! Oh, thank you for the antibiotics. If it weren't for you, my child would be gone. Thank you! Thank you!"

Inside the factory, hundreds of workers crowded around a young man, their expressions filled with excitement.

Looking at the group of workers who were so excited they wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him on the spot, Murphy smiled and walked over to a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, patting him on the shoulder.

"Your name is Daniel, right? You're Jack, aren't you? You are...?"

He could accurately call out the name of every worker he passed by, and he didn't mind their dirt at all; he would even kindly brush the dust off them.

Reaching a higher step, Murphy turned around, looked at the excited workers below, and reached out to calm them down.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your kindness, but I am ashamed."

"It's tough right now, the outside world is collapsing, but I promise you, I will make sure you have enough to eat, so that when you go home you can take a piece of bread out of your pocket and your children will no longer go hungry."

"Whoosh!"

Murphy's words seemed to have a magical power; the moment they were spoken, the workers erupted in uproar.

"No, sir, you've been kind enough to us."

"Yes, sir, you are God. This damned country, I gave everything for it, and in the end, even survival is a problem. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago."

The factory has people of all ethnicities, including Latinos, South Americans, and even quite a few rednecks.

Without exception, everyone looked at Murphy with fanatical eyes.

Before this, God existed only in scriptures, until Murphy appeared.

Since the United Earth Government (UEG) began dealing with the solar helium flash crisis, these people without any special skills have become nothing more than unwanted trash.

Wherever they went, people despised them; they had no work and no food.

Helpless, they could only hide under the bridge, huddle in the trash can, and wait to freeze or starve to death on some cold, rainy night.

It was Murphy, it was Murphy who stepped forward when they were about to despair, giving them hope to live.

If this isn't God, then who is?

Whether it was an illusion or not, as the workers' emotions became more and more excited, a faint glow seemed to emanate from Murphy's body.

Murphy reached out and pressed down again, his gaze sweeping over the workers present.

"I know some people say privately that my company is just a small, dilapidated boat in a vast ocean, and it doesn't know when it will sink. But I want to tell them that as long as I have a breath left, as long as the lights in this factory are still on, it doesn't exist to wait to sink!"

"I may not be able to provide everyone with white bread and steak, but I promise that starting next week, the factory canteen will add a serving of stewed beans to lunch. After work in the evening, everyone can take an extra piece of compressed dry food home for their children."

"So, gentlemen."

Looking at the pairs of eyes staring at him, Murphy raised his hands and roared, "Trust me, trust me, I will lead everyone to a bright future."

There was a moment's pause in the factory, followed by a burst of cheers.

"good!!!"

"Oh my god, Mr. Murphy, you are an angel, you are God! Oh my god, Mr. Murphy!!"

"My God, Mr. Murphy, please allow me to follow in your footsteps!"

"No, you don't need to follow me. What you need to do now is finish your work, eat your fill, and get some rest."

"Yes, sir!"

As if rehearsed, with a chorus of voices, all the workers returned to their posts and began working frantically, afraid that their delays would slow down the progress.

At this moment, they were not only acting for themselves, but also for the great Mr. Murphy.

Seeing that his speech had achieved its intended effect, Murphy nodded, then stepped down from the side and returned to his office on the third floor of the factory.

I closed the door and went to the window to look outside.

Not far from the factory, there were two relief windows with long queues.

Even in the more distant urban areas, for some unknown reason, one could see tall buildings ablaze.

Even with the current continuous rain, the fire has not been extinguished.

Yes, Murphy is a time traveler.

Unlike the various bizarre time-travel stories in novels, his time travel as an ordinary young man in the 21st century is quite ordinary, without any great luck or electric shocks.

Just like any other day, I went home from get off work, lay on my bed in my rented room, and before I knew it, I had traveled through time.

Furthermore, he possessed the body of a Chinese-American boy with the same name as him, whose surname was Mo and given name was Fei, and whose parents had died.

Fortunately, although the original owner came from a single-parent family and her father had passed away from illness some time ago, he left behind a considerable fortune.

An energy company responsible for manufacturing, refurbishing, and repairing civilian energy storage equipment in twelve communities across three industrial areas near Houston, Texas.

However, this was useless, because he had traveled to the world of The Wandering Earth.

The date is March 12, 2041.

Perhaps when watching the movie, viewers only saw the protagonist's selflessness and the belief that humanity was fighting with all its might to deal with the solar helium flash crisis.

But in reality, it's even worse.

In order to ensure the survival of humanity, the United Government had no choice but to launch a wartime centralized supply plan to centrally allocate all resources.

As a result, almost all sectors, including finance, real estate, film and television, gaming, luxury goods, services, and some light industries, have been shut down.

The result was that countless people lost their jobs.

But that's not the worst part.

People can live without entertainment, but they cannot live without food.

However, due to land expropriation and abnormal weather, even with vertical farms, food production still falls short of income.

Moreover, many more disasters will erupt in the next decade or so.

Increased solar radiation significantly raises the probability of developing radiation sickness.

The Earth's gradual cessation of its rotation has led to a sharp drop in temperature in some regions and a surge in sea levels.

This period directly or indirectly resulted in the deaths of more than half the population.

Murphy wanted to live; he wanted to live more than anyone else.

He didn't travel through time to be an extra in this apocalyptic movie.

They didn't even show their faces before becoming just another number in the natural disaster.

Indeed, one must rely on oneself.

Murphy took a deep breath, looked away, and then softly called out, "The Mall!"

The next second, a light screen that only he could see appeared out of thin air.