Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen stood aside, quietly watching this scene.

He understands.

These people have only experienced the apocalypse for a little over twenty days, and they have already been ravaged like this. But he, in his previous life, endured it for a full five years.

Finally, the crying subsided, and Lin Chen said, "It's getting late. Everyone should pack up, have a meal, and get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll officially begin clearing the land."

After saying that, with a thought, piles of supplies poured out from the void: tents, sleeping bags, pots and pans, boxes of food, and a large number of shipping containers, stacked in a circle around the perimeter of the camp.

Some of those shipping containers were filled with goods, while others were empty; they were perfect as temporary shelters. We could gradually renovate them once we had the necessary materials.

The crying gradually stopped.

People looked up, their eyes blurry with tears, at the mountains of supplies. They had already witnessed Lin Chen's methods before.

At this moment, Li Zhenbang, who had heard the commotion, arrived with his men.

He stood in front of the crowd, clapped his hands, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Don't just stand there! Come and collect your supplies and get your accommodations! Those who know how to pitch a tent, come with me; those who are strong, go and move the things in the containers—get moving!"

The veteran members immediately dispersed and began to guide the newcomers.

Some people led the way to collect tents, while others organized the clearing of containers.

Lin Chen gave his father-in-law an iPad, which contained information on these people, especially the section on their special skills, which was extremely detailed.

The moment the newlyweds opened the container, cries of surprise and delight rose and fell.

Some boxes contained whole boxes of cotton clothes and quilts, some contained pots and pans, and some even contained agricultural machinery.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Is that a three-wheeled vehicle?"

"It really is! This is a good thing in the fields."

"That's not all! Look over there in the field, aren't those tillers and lawnmowers?"

"I thought it would be slash-and-burn agriculture, I didn't expect there to be such advanced tools."

"Yes, now all my old farming skills can come in handy. I'm determined to grow lots of grain."

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Lin Chen looked at all of this with satisfaction.

These supplies will become the foundation for the construction within the space.

If it's not enough, he can make up for it next time.

Lin Chen stood not far away, watching the camp gradually become lively, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Satisfied, he then left the space.

For the next two weeks, news of Shanshui Garden recruiting ordinary survivors spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Guangzhou.

There's no severe cold, meals and accommodation are provided, there's shelter from the wind and rain, and you can even go in with your family.

For ordinary people struggling in extreme cold, this is like a lifeline from heaven.

At this time, all the transportation lines in Guangzhou have been opened up, and as long as people can withstand the severe cold of tens of degrees below zero, they can move around freely.

Survivors from the south, north, and west of the city began to form groups and head towards the Mountain and Water Garden. They supported each other along the way, relying on makeshift sleds and scavenged supplies to make their way to the east of the city.

The military in the south of the city was even more helpful, directly supplying Lin Chen with a large number of young, strong, and skilled men.

In Commander Peng's words, "It's better to send them to your place than to let them freeze here."

As the news spread, another group quietly stirred: those single artisans who hadn't been able to marry before the apocalypse but possessed a special skill suddenly found themselves in high demand.

In order to sneak in, many women took the initiative to approach the door and proposed "temporary cohabitation": you take me in, I will pretend to be your wife, and we can live separately or live together after that.

Some of the craftsmen were honest and some were shrewd, but most of them nodded when they saw the women shivering from the cold.

As a result, temporary couples proliferated in just a few days.

Bai Xin was the first to notice this trend.

That day, she was watching at the registration desk when she saw a "couple" filling out their forms with shifty eyes. The woman answered her questions one by one, while the man didn't dare to look at her the whole time.

She pulled the person aside and, in just a few words, got the truth out of them.

She went directly to Lin Chen and told him everything.

Lin Chen listened without showing any expression.

"If you go in as husband and wife, you must be devoted to them from then on."

He paused.

"If you just want to sneak in, and then pretend you've lost feelings or want to break up, you'll be kicked out immediately. There won't be a second chance."

Bai Xin blinked: "It's that simple?"

Lin Chen glanced at her: "What else? We're going in to live like a family, not to be their matchmaking agency. If you want to take advantage of loopholes, you have to bear the consequences."

Bai Xin nodded and turned to carry out the order.

After the news was released, those with ulterior motives became much more obedient.

But some people think more clearly.

A young carpenter looked at the woman in front of him, whose lips were purple from the cold but who was still trying to hold on, and nodded after a moment of silence.

The woman felt a sense of relief, but her eyes welled up with tears. Neither of them said much; they simply stood side by side in the registration line.

She thought to herself, "I'll go in and see what happens. At worst, I'll just live with this man—it's better than freezing to death out there."

Despite this mindset, countless people still managed to squeeze in.

It's too cold outside after all.

It's so cold that it's minus seventy degrees Celsius, so cold that your ears can freeze off if you go outside for just ten minutes, so cold that if you fall asleep at night, you might never wake up again.

Even ants try to survive, let alone humans.

And so, those single craftsmen who were originally worried about not being able to find wives found themselves with wives in the apocalypse.

No dowry, no blind dates, and no need to worry about waking up one day to find yourself "dumped," because being dumped means being kicked out, and no one would risk their life for that.

The recruitment lasted for more than half a month.

When the first batch of places was filled, the number was fixed at "100,000".

However, due to the "family entry" policy, the actual number of people who actually entered the space is conservatively estimated to be over 200,000.

These people were sent into the space in batches to begin a new life on that warm land.

Lin Chen wasn't idle either.

To assist his father-in-law, Li Zhenbang, in managing the more than 200,000 people, he transferred Huang An and all his former colleagues into the space, allowing them to continue their duties as security guards.

From the moment Huang An and his team entered the shelter, they worked diligently and reliably.

More importantly, they were law enforcement officers before the apocalypse, and they loved their job.

When he put on that long-lost deep blue outfit again, Huang An stood in front of the mirror and stared at it blankly for a long time.

He raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

"Brothers, we're dressed again." His voice was a little hoarse.

Behind me, several colleagues patted each other on the shoulder. No one spoke, but their eyes were frighteningly bright.

Lin Chen looked at them, his tone calm:

"If you don't have enough manpower, you can recruit members from within and form a security team. But there's one condition: you must obey the orders of Old Master Li Zhenbang."

Huang An suddenly turned around and snapped to attention.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, we know what to do."

He spoke very steadily, but everyone could hear the barely suppressed excitement in his voice.

Being a security guard, maintaining order, and protecting the peace of the area—that's their dream.

The apocalypse shattered everything, leaving them to fend for themselves. But now, Lin Chen has personally brought that dream back to them, giving it back to them intact.

The feeling of "a scholar would die for one who understands him" filled my chest and almost overflowed.

After sending these people in, Lin Chen also needed to start planning his next move.