Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

The white treasure chest is also quite special; it can yield items of other levels, although the probability is relatively low.

But if you get a green or yellow item, you'll make a fortune.

But these are secondary; the goal is to purchase items and better expand the source of faith points.

The best way to stabilize this wave of faith-based benefits is to expand the relief window.

The problem is that money and sustainable sources of resources are major issues.

The Faith Shop allows you to exchange for food, but exchanging large amounts of food over a long period of time consumes an astonishing number of points.

"Perhaps... we could try a different approach?" Murphy's gaze deepened.

Could we leverage this newfound fame and public support to promote projects that are more likely to resonate with people?

For example, organizing those receiving relief more systematically under the guise of mutual aid communities or skills training workshops.

Or, could we try to get involved in the production of more critical survival supplies?

Even small-scale vertical farms or synthetic protein workshops can not only partially solve the problem of material supply, but also create more jobs and dependency...

These methods are indeed a bit too radical for Murphy right now.

After all, both vertical farms and synthetic protein workshops are firmly controlled by those giants.

But we can't afford to be too ruthless.

Murphy leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing through the timeline of The Wandering Earth.

The year after next, on March 12, 2044, the space base in Gabon will be attacked, and Ark 3 space station will be completely destroyed.

The consequences of this are not just the loud bang you hear in the movie, but the loss of one of humanity's escape routes from space.

Panic will spread like a virus, and the already chaotic social situation will inevitably become even worse.

Then, the lunar planetary engine officially entered testing, and Earth will begin to enter the braking era.

At that time, the Earth's rotation speed will slow down, making the already severe environment even worse.

The most obvious of these was the large-scale outbreak of radiation sickness.

In some high-altitude areas, people even need to wear protective clothing when traveling.

For example, Liu Peiqiang's wife, Han Duoduo, died young due to type II radiation sickness.

Then, in 2058, the lunar crisis erupted.

Three lunar satellite engines overloaded and failed, causing the moon to fall into the sky... The world will be completely out of control.

As for the subsequent Jupiter crisis, there's no need to consider it, as it's too far in the future.

However, these two crises alone directly led to a sharp decline in the human population by more than half.

The streets will no longer be crowded with people, but will instead be filled with countless empty windows and silent ruins.

Even if you manage to escape and successfully enter the dungeon, it won't help.

Murphy had seen the movie, so he naturally knew about the living environment in the underground city.

Resources are never enough, and despair always breeds riots.

In such a high-pressure, closed environment, the struggle for power and food would only become more naked and bloody.

Moreover, Murphy never thought he could get into the dungeon.

This is America, not China.

The allocation of the spots was entirely in the hands of those white gentlemen.

As for how to allocate the funds, it's obvious even to a fool.

Those white gentlemen would rather reserve the spot for their own dogs or their mistresses' cats than easily give it to a yellow-skinned Chinese person, especially an outsider like him with no strong background and whose parents had died.

Blood ties, skin color, and social circles are more effective than any technology or contribution at times like these.

As for returning to China?

Murphy gave a bitter smile.

In peacetime, obtaining Chinese citizenship is incredibly difficult; now, during this time of global exodus and resource scarcity, it's out of the question.

Moreover, even if he could enter the underground city, Murphy wouldn't be willing.

Entering the underground city meant giving up all his assets in exchange for the right to live in a cramped, crowded, and dark underground cubicle, and a daily ration of food that barely provided enough to eat.

Murphy traveled through time, from a 21st-century office worker to a factory owner struggling to survive in 2045. Was it all just to change places and continue being at the bottom, to continue racking his brains for a bite to eat and a safe corner?

No, he wasn't willing.

This is not selfishness, but simply human nature.

Besides, even if he impulsively signed the agreement to exchange for that underground cubicle, would the hundreds of workers under him agree?

Do you think those workers with families who depend on factory work and a hot meal in the canteen, and those men and women, young and old who line up every day at the relief window, hoping for a little bean soup and compressed dry rations to get through another day, would be happy?

What will happen to the factory now that Murphy is gone?

It will most likely be taken over by UEG or some other force.

After taking over, should production continue, or should it be shut down and merged, with equipment and inventory moved away and workers laid off on-site?

Even a fool would know that the latter is more likely.

What will happen to these workers who have lost their jobs and their meager but stable source of food?

They rolled back under the bridge, huddled in drafty, abandoned houses, and starved, froze, or died in a sudden robbery or riot amidst the increasingly cold icy rain and intensifying radiation.

These people gathered around the factory because they believed in Murphy, and that's why they had a sliver of hope.

He gathered people together, gave them hope, and then left them to their own devices.

What's the difference between them and those high-and-mighty white gentlemen who only see ordinary people as numbers and costs?

Murphy doesn't consider himself a saint.

The Earth is doomed, and humanity is destined to wander. Such a huge matter is too much for a small business owner and time traveler like him to bear.

When he was successful, he would help others; when he was unsuccessful, he would cultivate his own virtue. All he could do was protect those who followed and trusted him within the limits of his power.

Therefore, there is only one path left for Murphy.

During this window of opportunity before the full-blown surface crisis erupts and the environment deteriorates to the point of becoming completely uninhabitable, we must strive to grow stronger.

His only reliance was the Faith Shop in his mind and the Faith Points that had just surged to over four thousand.

The online store needs to be upgraded.

The white items are just appetizers; among the green, yellow, and even higher-level items, there are definitely things that can help him survive the aftermath of a natural disaster, or even defy fate.

Technology, weapons, and perhaps... means that surpass existing technology.

At the same time, he must build his own base.

A force that can truly be controlled, not just relying on Texas orders and UEG rations.

The factory workers are the seeds, the crowds at the relief window are the soil, and now he needs to unite these forces to grow his own crops.

This crop must produce food, loyalty, and resilience.

Faith and core support are mutually reinforcing.

Without a core base, the belief is like water without a source.

Without the resources and technology that can be exchanged for faith points, the basic base cannot withstand the successive disasters.

But time was too tight.