An Angel crosses through the world tunnel, descending at the window of a building above the Earth's apocalyptic ruins, overlooking the thick white mysterious fog outside.
"So beautiful, full of magical mysterious fog."
Whoosh—
The sun beams through the clouds, casting rays that form speckled spots, shining upon the earth.
Fu Qingjun flew down from the window, returning inside the building.
"The place I once lived during high school, this five-story school district residential building, I have basically occupied most of it."
"The mutant cockroaches inside have basically been cleaned up, after all, southern cockroaches are numerous, large, and even fly, sparing almost no household."
According to science fiction novels, does this count as establishing my own doomsday survivor camp?
My own doomsday shelter?
Hmm....
