Lin Feng's private villa is now an unspeakable forbidden area within the entire shelter.

Standing atop the highest point in the eastern district, its three-story stone and wood structure exudes a dignified and imposing presence under the sunlight, like a king overlooking his territory from his castle. The villa's luxury far surpasses the imagination of any survivor.

At this moment, in the research institute of the villa.

The kingly majesty he usually displayed when inspecting his territory was gone from Lin Feng's eyes; instead, there was the focused and fascinated look of a child who had just received a new toy.

His eyes were slightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and his outstretched right hand hovered above the workbench.

Beneath his palm, a small piece of mysterious silver-gray ore and a roll of hair-thin "conductive copper" were undergoing incredible changes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mithril was molded, stretched, and folded out of thin air by an invisible force, as if an unseen hand was performing the most intricate micro-sculpting.

Its shape is constantly changing, sometimes being stretched into a thin sheet, and sometimes being shaped into a regular cube.

On the other side, conductive copper is precisely extracted into metal wires thinner than spider silk, which then wind and twist in the air to form incredibly complex coil structures.

This is telekinesis, Lin Feng's most powerful force now.

Since the shelter was on track, he had more time to explore the boundaries of his abilities.

To his surprise, he discovered that his telekinesis, after several evolutions, had reached a terrifying nanometer level of control precision.

what does that mean?

This means that for him, those precision components that require the most advanced industrial machine tools and countless processes to manufacture in cleanrooms during the Blue Star era, such as chips, crystal oscillators, and high-frequency inductors, are merely a matter of thinking about them.

He can clearly "see" the arrangement of each metal atom.

He can command them to combine and build according to his own will at will.

There are no errors, no losses, and no technical barriers.

He, Lin Feng, is himself a mobile, perfect, and timeless god-level industrial machine.

"That's terrifying...it's absolutely terrifying..."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. This thrill of creating something from nothing, of building something out of thin air, was purer and more addictive than the taste of power.

Under his telekinetic control, various parts were rapidly manufactured and assembled in a way that defied the laws of physics.

Vacuum tubes, transformers, capacitors, resistors... these creations, which seem like mythical feats in the wilderness, are now being perfectly integrated onto a circuit board, just like building blocks.

An hour later, a complex radio with a retro industrial aesthetic was quietly placed on the workbench.

Its casing is made of smooth alloy, the knob is made of crystal polishing, and every solder joint is flawless, making it a true work of art.

Lin Feng smiled with satisfaction. He didn't even need blueprints, because all his knowledge about radio was stored in his brain.

He only needs to reproduce this knowledge using telekinesis.

Following the same method, he spent the next few hours building five smaller, portable mobile radios, as well as the core components of a high-powered broadcast tower.

Having done all this, he was still not satisfied and turned his gaze to another corner of the research institute.

“Life is too boring with just work and survival,” he muttered to himself. “My kingdom must have not only order, but also culture. A culture that I lead and that serves me.”

He walked to another workbench; this time, he was going to create "entertainment."

He used telekinesis to cut and etch information onto special crystalline minerals, creating "sound crystals" that resemble vinyl records.

He meticulously recorded classic songs from the Blue Star era from his memory—from rousing marches to tender ballads—into the recordings.

Then, he built a large broadcasting device connected to a huge phonograph-like player.

"Starting tomorrow, the shelter will wake up to the 'Athletes' March' in the morning and end the day's work in the evening to the melody of 'Going Home'."

Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile, "As for entertainment time after dinner..."

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Let's use 'The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style' and 'The Lasso'."

He could almost imagine what it would be like for those men and women who had struggled in the wilderness for too long and whose spiritual lives were extremely impoverished, when this highly rhythmic music resounded throughout the central square.

He wanted them to jump up, to further dissolve their individuality and integrate into the collectivist atmosphere he had set out for them in this collective, simple, guided joy.

Their joys and sorrows will all be defined by him.

The next day, Lin Feng's will began to be implemented.

He instructed Li Xiangbin to lead a team of craftsmen to quickly set up a small, 24/7 broadcasting room in a corner of the central square.

When the huge loudspeakers first emitted clear music with a slight static, the entire shelter erupted in cheers.

Many people couldn't help but shed tears when they heard the familiar melody. The music awakened all their beautiful memories of the civilized world.

When several catchy "hit songs" started playing after dinner, people were initially a little reserved and confused.

But led by several outgoing women, the square quickly became a sea of ​​joy.

People moved their bodies clumsily, yet with genuine emotion.

That simple, pure joy was something they hadn't experienced in a long time. They didn't need to think; they just needed to follow the music and release the day's fatigue.

Lin Feng stood on the balcony of his villa, coldly observing everything.

He looked at the crowd dancing freely in the square, like a shepherd looking at the content and obedient lambs in his pen.

His kingdom is becoming fuller and more solid, step by step, according to his own script.