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

The next morning, Lin Chen personally oversaw the relocation. As for Liu Feifei, well, she was still sleeping in.

Liu Feifei and the others had already packed up the supplies here, stacking them neatly in boxes, just waiting for him to come and collect them.

The problem lies with people.

This place used to be the Wang family's stronghold, where they enslaved a great many people. After they were rescued, they were all crammed into the camp, old and young, men and women, densely packed together.

It took Lin Chen a full half day to send the last batch of people into the Creation Pearl.

The world inside the space is no longer what it used to be.

Li Zhenbang is a capable man. In three months, he transformed a temporary camp into a fortified new city with a nascent modern feel.

The streets are laid out in a grid pattern, with wide and flat main roads and drainage ditches on both sides.

The central area houses the administrative center and police building, while rows of uniform residential buildings line the streets, clearly delineating industrial, residential, and warehousing zones.

Outside the city walls, he continued to expand into the wilderness, organizing villages of five hundred people each with a balanced mix of male and female laborers.

The villages are scattered like stars among the farmland, forming a continuous area with the main city.

The newcomers were initially stunned by what they saw, but then burst into tears of joy.

This is not a post-apocalyptic ruin, nor a temporary tent, but a real home where one can take root.

They stood at the entrance to the city, looking at the neat streets, the busy crowds, and the lush green crops in the fields in the distance. Some people stood there stunned, some covered their mouths and cried, and some squatted down, burying their faces in their knees, their shoulders shaking.

The person in charge of registration was already used to this scene.

They led the group with smiles, asking each person their name, background, and skills, and then assigning them to different villages and positions.

The process is quick and stable.

After finishing all that, he sent Liu Feifei and the rest of the team to Creation Island, then rode Yuanzai westward.

Along the way, they first collected supplies and survivors gathered by the military.

When he arrived in Shenzhen again, this once top-tier city had been completely emptied by him.

The snow on the streets had not melted, and the original high-rise buildings had long been frozen and ruined by the extreme cold.

Lin Chen didn't stop, but went around the edge of the city and headed straight for the port city.

According to Ma Xiaoyan's previous information, they had already gathered all personnel and supplies at the port.

He drove at breakneck speed, and by the time he arrived it was almost dark.

From afar, one could see piles of supplies, like small mountains, covered by tarpaulins, on the port docks, resembling a group of giant beasts lying on the ground in the twilight.

Ma Xiaoyan and Zhou Tiannian stood at the front, followed by a large group of people.

Before Yuanzai had even come to a complete stop, Zhou Tiannian came up to him, his smile lines stretching from the corners of his eyes all the way to his ears.

"Boss Lin!"

Ma Xiaoyan also came over and called out "Brother Lin" in a low voice, but her eyes were bright.

Lin Chen jumped off Yuanzai's back, patted its head, and told it to go and stay to the side.

He glanced at the supplies on the dock, then looked at the group of team members behind them who were eagerly waiting, and nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhou Tiannian rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "No need for hard work, it's all part of my job. Just... um, Boss Lin, how's Master Zhou doing with you?"

Lin Chen glanced at him.

"It's going very well. They've taken on quite a few apprentices and teach them acting every day."

Zhou Tiannian paused for a moment, then laughed even louder. As he laughed, his eyes reddened, and his voice was filled with joy: "That's good, that's good..."

Ma Xiaoyan looked at Lin Chen and asked softly, "Brother Lin, the supplies and personnel are all ready. When are we leaving?"

Lin Chen did not answer immediately.

He gazed at the frozen sea in the distance, the white ice stretching to the horizon, with no end in sight.

I wonder how far this extreme cold has frozen the sea.

He glanced back at the ordinary survivors huddled on the dock, shivering.

They were wrapped in whatever clothes they could find, huddled together, their lips purple and their eyelashes frosted.

Some people were holding children, some seemed to be lovers, snuggling together, while those who were alone could only squat in a corner, burying their faces in their knees.

Lin Chen said in a deep voice, "Now."

A suppressed cheer erupted from the crowd.

Suddenly, a glow appeared on those faces that were frozen stiff.

For these people, every extra second spent in this extreme cold is torture.

The entire camp came to life.

Lin Chen stood on the dock, sending the crowds into the Creation Pearl in batches.

The elderly, children, women, men... they lined up, disappearing one by one from the spot.

Some bowed to him before disappearing, some choked up and couldn't say anything, and some just stood quietly, waiting for the moment he raised his hand.

When the last person disappeared into the space, the dock was completely empty.

All that remained were the supply crates, piled up like small mountains.

Lin Chen waved his hand and took them all away.

He then took Ma Xiaoyan and his team members into Creation Island. Only Zhou Tiannian and his group of brothers remained on the dock.

Lin Chen turned to look at him: "What about you guys? Are you going to act alone, or follow Commander Peng?"

He made it clear before he left... The Mountain and Water Garden has disbanded.

Moreover, he has always emphasized that his relationship with Chou Tien-nien is one of cooperation, and that each person has their own path to choose from: whether to follow the military or to forge their own way.

Zhou Tiannian remained silent.

The women in his family had long been sent into the Creation Pearl by Lin Chen.

They are all ordinary people, and it's too hard for them to live outside.

Especially his concubine, who is quite far along in her pregnancy.

Lin Chen could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.

"Your wives are doing quite well inside. If you want to retire there, I can make an exception for the merits you've rendered."

Zhou Tiannian's Adam's apple bobbed.

Go inside, and you'll have a warm bed and family.

No more freezing, no more fighting desperately, no more waking up every day wondering how many zombies I'll have to kill. What a wonderful life.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He knew that Lin Chen probably wanted him to stay.

Otherwise, the rule of not allowing people with superpowers to enter the space would not have been established.

By saying this much, we're giving him face and letting him choose for himself.

"Boss Lin," he gritted his teeth, "I think I'll stay. Now that we've awakened our superpowers, we should fight this apocalypse together."

She paused, then lowered her voice, "When my child was born, could you let me in for a quick look?"

Lin Chen smiled.

He always admired Zhou Tiannian's keen insight; he knew when to charge forward and when to retreat, never making a mistake.

"No problem." He nodded and said with a smile, "And you made the right choice."

He opened his hand, revealing two crystal cores lying in his palm, gleaming with a warm luster in the dim light of the day.

"This is a Creation Crystal, and this is a Life Crystal. Consume them in turn, and your superpower will be upgraded to S-rank."

Zhou Tiannian's eyes lit up instantly.

He reached out his hands, carefully took it, and held it in his palms, saying in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Boss Lin! Thank you, Boss Lin!"

He suddenly remembered something and quickly added, "Boss Lin, that Chang Hao has been dead for two months, not a day less."