I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)

“Sister Lin Lin is sleeping, can you not wake her up?”

At the gate of Lin’s Research Institute, a girl stood in front of Jiang Chen.

Her long black hair fell to her waist, her tall delicate nose and vivid eyes were almost carved in the same mold as Lin Lin. If she dyed her long black hair into silvery-white, even Jiang Chen couldn’t tell whether she was Lin Lin’s cloned sister or Lin Lin herself.

“Are you?” Jiang Chen looked at the girl standing in front of him and asked in a slight daze.

“I’m Lin Yi,” Lin Yi tilted her head, looked at Jiang Chen, and said, “I saw you in the fallout shelter at the bottom of the lake. You helped me put clothes on.”

Lin Yi?

Number 0001?

“In the future, remember not to talk about this kind of thing,” Jiang Chen touched his nose awkwardly, coughed, and said, “By the way, what is Lin Lin up to now?”

“I don’t know,” Lin Yi shook his head, “I just often hear from my sister that she has almost succeeded.”

“…When did she start to say it?”

Lin Yi tilted her head and said, “The month before last month.”

Almost succeeded!?

That’s still a long way to go, okay?!

While Jiang Chen thought this in his mind, he also felt guilty.

He knew what Lin Lin was researching, and he knew why she was working so hard.

There were more and more things he had to deal with in that world and it was difficult to spend a long time here with them. Perhaps it was because of her envy towards Lilith or the yearning for that beautiful world, Lin Lin had been doing all she could to research interdimensional travel.

He gently pushed open the door to the lab and saw Lin Lin who had fallen asleep on the chair.

He stood at the door and stopped for a moment. Instead of waking her up, he took out a coat from his storage dimension, stepped forward, and gently covered her body.

Maybe she felt the warmth around her, her delicate hand gently clenched onto the corner of the coat, and her petite body shrank unconsciously into the warm coat.

Her delicate nose moved a little, and a sweet smile gradually appeared. She was just like a squirrel that had dreamt of her favorite nuts and was celebrating the newfound happiness.

Because he was worried about waking her up, Jiang Chen didn’t do anything more. He just smiled at her, and when he left the lab, he gently closed the door.

The silence returned to the room.

After a while, the little girl on the table slowly opened her misty eyes. The corners of her curved mouth pouted, and the little hand that held the coat moved closer to her neck. She used the coat to hide the red hue on her cheeks.

“Idiot, you woke me up…”

She complained in a quiet voice, but even if she were pouting, the arc of joy couldn’t be hidden.

Digitalized humans are not afraid of the cold.

She remembered very clearly that she had told Jiang Chen many times.

However, Jiang Chen never seemed to remember this.

But for some reason, this kind of forgetfulness made her feel a real hint of warmth.

…

The celebration would be held on October 1st.

It was now the end of September, and there were only three days left before the restart of the Holy Shield.

As the celebration approached, Wanghai became wrapped in a festive atmosphere.

The survivors used colorful spray paint to spray graffiti and slogans of different colors on the ruined wall outside the Sixth Street. They expressed their joy with art and cheered for the coming new era. Major companies, headed by the Zhao Group, had also launched promotional activities in their shops, department stores, and entertainment venues. It seemed that all commodities have become cheaper overnight, especially the favorites of the people – bullet grain beer and diluted alcohol.

Thanks to this, the streets and alleys of the Sixth Street were filled with drunks every night. They brandished wine bottles and sought after troubles, which created countless headaches for the security officers at the Sixth Street. The detention center was overcrowded every day and only eased in recent days.

After all, no one would want to miss this grand celebration.

It would be so miserable to watch the rebroadcast behind bars…

In the community center of Fishbone Base, the logistics staff were making the final changes to the plans for the celebration. Although the celebration was proposed by the Sixth Street Council, the logistics department was responsible for the preparation and stage construction.

With the consideration that most of Wanghai, Yizhou Island, Hongcheng, Shangjing and even survivors from the south outside the NAC region would come to participate in this celebration. The logistics department discussed with Chu Nan and decided to make the Sixth Street celebration into a celebration for the entire NAC. They moved the stage from the Sixth Street to the ruins in the center of Wanghai.

After more than a year of cleaning up, the radioactive sources accumulated in the center of Wanghai had been recycled and landfilled by NAC, and the gamma value in the area had returned to below the acceptable level. The venue was not only sufficient to host the celebration but could further highlight the “wasteland characteristics” of the festival.

It just so happened that the huge crater left by the God’s Cane in the city center was large enough, and only a little modification was needed on the huge crater to dig out intersecting caves and stepped corridors. The place could be modified into a venue for celebrations and could host up to 100,000 people at the same time.

With Lu Huasheng, the Minister of Interior’s approval, the project was quickly approved.

It took about two months for the NAC construction team to transform this “natural” crater into a graben-type circular gymnasium. Although there weren’t too many decorations and the chairs on the aisles were scrapped together with different junks and goods, they were quite in line with the aesthetics of the people of the wasteland—

Simple and practical.

“There are 37 singing performances in the celebration, including nine pre-war Pan-Asia Cooperation bands, 24 independent singers, and four virtual singers with the highest votes. In addition to singing performances, there are twenty other performances,” Wang Qing reported the schedule of the celebration to Jiang Chen in the Fishbone Base community center.

The performances were all jointly checked and arranged by the Sixth Street Council, the Office of Spiritual Culture Construction, and the NAC Logistics Department. Since it was reviewed, Jiang Chen did not comment further on the details.

He just had questions over the number of performances.

“There are so many performances?” Jiang Chen felt somewhat surprised and asked, “Is there any problem with time?”

“Of course not. It’s from 8 PM to 2 AM.” Wang Qing smiled and reported, “We will activate the Holy Shield at 12 AM, and the gravitons over Wanghai will show a directional distribution. Under the rendering of radioactive dust, a vortex-shaped light curtain will appear over Wanghai.”

“That must be spectacular,” Jiang Chen said emotionally.

“Of course,” Wang Qing nodded, “That is one of the highlights of the whole celebration.”

“One of the highlights? Are there any other repertoires?” Jiang Chen laughed.

“Of course,” Wang Qing looked at Jiang Chen with joy, “For example, I believe General’s opening speech at the celebration will be more exciting than the restart of the Holy Shield.”