[Fang Xiyue: Ah, you ate its crystal core, so it's dead.]

Although she was happy about the system upgrade, it was a real pity that someone who had gone through so much to become a mutated plant and even possessed a crystal core would die like this.

Of course not, it's alive and well, it just doesn't have a crystal core anymore.

It will slowly heal itself, and I'll take good care of it.

Alright, since he didn't die, this is the best outcome.

Fang Xiyue was still thinking about signing in at the bridge, so she got up and went out.

She jogged a few steps to the edge of the bridge and "signed in".

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in and received one infinitely refreshable bridge.]

Great, the new category now has the hallmark of endless innovation.

She was supposed to sign in when the grain was collected, but she was unable to do so due to a system upgrade.

However, she can also sign in when she goes back to put the grain away.

Fang Xiyue covered the damaged bridge with the new bridge, and the bridge remained intact as if it had never been damaged.

She placed the bridge now so that survivors would have a chance to escape, and that the army could seek help from here if they encountered danger.

Although we don't know if there are still new recruits hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to damage the bridge again, we will save as many as we can.

She wasn't a great philanthropist, but she didn't want all the survivors and soldiers to perish. There were already enough humans left; she couldn't imagine what it would be like if she were the only one left.

Fang Xiyue turned around with satisfaction, intending to go back, but almost bumped into 'Nan Yan' who came to find her.

Both sides quickly took two steps back.

"I thought something had happened here. I'm sorry I almost bumped into you."

'Nan Yan's' voice was distant and cold.

He seemed to have adjusted his mood, or perhaps he was deliberately hiding it.

"It's okay, let's go back and get some more sleep. We'll set off after we have breakfast around six o'clock."

Fang Xiyue walked into the building first.

'Nanyan' glanced thoughtfully at the intact bridge behind him, but he didn't intend to ask any more questions.

After returning home, Fang Xiyue first washed up, then lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes to rest, but did not fall asleep.

At 5:30 a.m., everyone got up one after another and lined up to wash up.

Dinner is served promptly at six o'clock.

Each person gets a boxed lunch, but the breakfast is lighter and less oily.

Fang Xiyue set out a total of three large tables.

Each of the two squads had their own table, while Platoon Leader Zhou's family sat separately.

Platoon Leader Zhou's family members were probably a bit reserved, barely speaking the whole way and barely making their presence felt.

Fang Xiyue was sitting with her back to the Sunrise Squad, so even though she took off her mask, they couldn't see her face.

"Someone is going down to the first floor."

Sister Xiu's ears twitched, reminding everyone, and the two teams quickly put on their masks.

"Um, could you give us something to eat?"

A male survivor came down from the second floor and stood at the top of the stairs, peering out.

His eyes were fixed on the boxed lunch, and he kept swallowing.

"There is food in all the meeting rooms in your company. Just go and eat. Nobody will stop you."

Zhao Liang glanced back, pretending not to understand.

They pay for the boxed meals they eat with crystal coins, so why give them away for free?

"I don't want cookies or bread, I want hot food."

"If you have food, why don't you share some with us?"

The man's eyes were a little red; he felt these people were somewhat heartless.

Do you know how valuable fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and rice would be after the apocalypse?

I understand how you feel about wanting to eat, but you need to know that we have no obligation to give you food for free.

Zhao Liang served as the 'communication and exchange' person in the team.

"We can always trade cookies and bread!"

The man probably didn't expect to be rejected and was a little embarrassed and angry.

"Just because you don't want to eat bread and cookies doesn't mean we do."

This boxed lunch is equivalent to 30 loaves of bread in your hand. Do you still want to eat it?

There probably isn't much bread left in the company, and even if the man wanted to switch, no one else would be willing.

"You're raising prices on the spot, inflating commodity prices!"

The man's fingers trembled slightly, feeling that he was being deliberately made difficult.

“You’ve been inside this building the whole time, so I don’t blame you for not knowing what’s going on outside.”

However, let me remind you that even the survivors outside can't get fresh food right now, so you're lucky to have any to eat.

If you want to survive, you might as well collect more cookies and bread that you dislike.

Because when you go outside, you'll find that the food you disliked is already in high demand.

Hungry people would even fight to the death over a piece of bread.

"Don't you still think the bread in your hand smells good?"

With his back to the man, Zhao Liang picked up a piece of braised eggplant and put it in his mouth.

The male survivor seemed reluctant to accept this fact, but he gripped the bread tighter.

He only thought for a moment before going back upstairs, presumably to collect supplies.

"I really don't understand why these people take it for granted that we'll feed them for free."

Is it because we seem kind?

Wang Hui said he didn't understand at all.

"That's because we saved them. Have you ever heard the saying, 'To save a person, you must see them through to the end; to send a Buddha, you must send him to the Western Paradise'?"

Subconsciously, they felt that if we saved someone, we would take full responsibility.

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