"grandfather!"
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa——"
Su Mingan sat in the back seat of the truck, covering his ears. Beside him, Noah kept calling him "Grandpa". Everyone else looked at them with strange eyes, even Sen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head back.
"City Lord, are you really related by blood?" Sen asked cautiously.
"No." Su Mingan said unhappily.
"Sen, don't worry about Xiaoshuai. Who knows what weird games they are playing." said Xi who was driving the truck.
Sen didn't dare to ask and could only turn his head back.
Now, ten years have passed since the Dawn War. Mori's hair has turned gray, but Noah and Xi are still young. It seems that the appearance of the nine seats, such as Noah, Tretia, and Bei Lisel, will never age.
Colorful nets are hanging outside the car windows and fluttering in the wind. Today is the Fuyuan Festival.
"Grandpa. Grandpa Akto, Grandpa Lewis, Grandpa City Lord..." Noah shouted.
"Alright, alright..." Su Mingan couldn't help but say. Even though he was the one who asked Noah to yell at the beginning, Noah just kept yelling.
Noah continued: "Grandpa, you are finally back. If I had called you grandpa, you would have come back. I would have called you every day. Grandpa..."
Noah was clearly confronting Sen's group just now, but when he turned around and saw Su Mingan jumping out of the soil, the two sides suddenly reconciled, as if Su Mingan was some kind of magical glue.
"Xiao Shuai, ten years ago, on the day when the Battle of Dawn ended, you had just finished playing the piano when you collapsed with a bang in the celebration square where hundreds of thousands of people gathered. You died on the spot, and everyone was scared to death by you." Xi said unhappily in front, "Not only did the celebration banquet not take place that year, but your funeral took half a year to hold. No one even celebrated the Fuyuan Festival. The whole city was in mourning, and your black-and-white photos were hung. If you go to the bottom of the Doomsday City building now, you can still see the ice coffin where your body is preserved..."
A drop of sweat fell from Su Mingan's forehead. It seemed that this was the third time that the public had held a funeral like this for him... The first time was at the end of the Second World, when a billion Zhaixing people held a funeral for him. The second time was in Praia, when a million soul hunters and islanders held a funeral for him. The third time was now, when hundreds of millions of people from the Freedom Camp held a funeral for him...
"I remember I left relevant information. If I die suddenly, don't worry about me, I may pop up again in a few years." Su Ming'an said.
Who knew that when he said this, Xi suddenly became furious, with tears welling up in her eyes:
“Who knows if you will come back to life! Who knows if you have any health problems after staying in the City of Gods for so long? What if you are really dead? In the last few days before the end of the Dawn War, everyone thought that it would be impossible for you to survive after entering the City of Gods... No matter what, we should treat every death of yours as a real death. You have truly left us for ten years! If we don’t do this, what will happen if we lose our respect for death one day!!”
As the evening went on, everything in the car went quiet, and the rest of the team drove by one by one. In the distance, bells could be heard, and vaguely, the rolling fields could be seen, like red waves being blown by the wind.
"...Cough." Sen coughed.
Xi took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I spoke too harshly."
Su Mingan shook his head. He opened the watch on his left wrist and checked the recent data of Doomsday City.
Yeya sorted out the texts one by one and turned them into concise paragraphs.
[In the first year after the end of the Dawn War (the 49th year of the Cataclysm), Asa Aktor died and post-disaster reconstruction work began. ]
[In the second year after the end of the Dawn War (50 years after the Cataclysm), there are 89 vassal settlements around Doomsday City, and farmland produces 2 million tons of food per month. Most of the labor force, including retired soldiers, joins the basic manufacturing industry.]
[Fifth year after the end of the Dawn War (53 years after the Cataclysm), the post-disaster reconstruction work was completed. The laboratory developed high-quality fertilizers based on the scientific and technological information left by Asa Aktor, and the production of sweet potatoes and potatoes increased significantly.
With the development of the sugar industry of sugar cane and sugar beet, the problem of hunger among the people was solved, and the era of human hunger that lasted for more than 50 years came to an end. 】
【Marcia died of injuries sustained while serving as the Grand Commander.】
[Eight years after the end of the Dawn War (56 years after the Cataclysm), the first national election was held, and a leader named "Su Xiaobi" was elected as the second deputy city lord of Doomsday City. After Akto's death, he became the city lord. The position of city lord has always been vacant.]
[Ten years after the end of the Dawn War (58 years after the Cataclysm), the one-and-a-half-dimensional invasion deepened, the sky turned blood red again, the outside temperature dropped sharply, the spring day disappeared, and a large number of invaders from other dimensions appeared again...]
“…”
Su Mingan glanced at this history.
He recalled the taste of the sweet potato porridge in the beacon gathering place when he first came to Kaiusta in the year of the Cataclysm 32. At that time, he and Lu were taking a walk in the early morning. Lu said that he planned to become a reporter to expose the cruel deeds of the God Camp, but he didn't expect that Lu would end up being one of the deputy city lords of the Doomsday City of the Free Camp.
Life is unpredictable.
He was also hesitant about whether to reveal his identity as Akto, but in the end he inevitably followed Akto's path.
"It's changed a lot..." he said.
The truck drove across the wilderness, and some cities could be seen in the distance. Today, Doomsday City is still the largest city in the human race, accommodating up to 10 million people.
"There is a wind farm over there, which is responsible for supplying electricity to the surrounding cities. And over there are food processing plants and breeding areas. Doomsday City now has a permanent population of 10 million. A legion called 'Hawk Dogs' is responsible for protecting the city's safety. The leader of the legion is Cheng Luohe..." Noah introduced, pointing outside the window.
Cheng Luohe...
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