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Hope Gathering Place was still ablaze with the fires of war, the conflict far from over. Zheng Yifan had only dealt with the greatest enemy, yet Zombies continued to roam, their attacks more resilient and fierce than ever.
The war between humans and Zombies was a fight to the death, with no end in sight.
Zheng Yifan was neither the first nor would he be the last to battle against Zombies, for they all shared a belief: this planet belonged to them.
Standing on the streets of Hope Gathering Place, Zheng Yifan suddenly found himself longing for the delicious food he used to enjoy; it had been a long time since he had savored such pleasures. After eliminating the ripples within the Time-Space Barrier, he had returned here.
As he walked down the street, he could sense the changes around him. Hope Gathering Place had transformed into a real city, its land expanding. They were using Superpower to construct buildings; there were no towering structures of ten or even dozens of floors—most were only four or five stories high. However, the speed of construction was astonishing, and the residential area had grown more than tenfold.
Of course, a significant factor was that most people from other Gathering Places had already made their way to Hope Gathering Place.
The vast majority had undergone scrutiny and entered Hope Gathering Place, becoming part of this community.
Although they were still under observation, they were nonetheless quite happy.
After all, they were truly beginning to enjoy the benefits of Hope Gathering Place.
Walking along the main street, Zheng Yifan felt as if he were in a different world. In the past, this place was bustling with people, but now? It was desolate, nearly devoid of life. Occasionally, a few cars sped by like madmen, flooring the gas pedal.
He could see that those vehicles were laden with weapons—Firearms.
The quantity of Firearms that Zheng Yifan had accumulated in the past was immense. Now they could all be put to use; these warriors cared little for anything else. As long as they could wield them effectively against the Zombies, that was what mattered.
“Hey! Mister, why aren’t you out there hunting Zombies with them?” Suddenly, a youthful voice called out from behind him.
Turning around, Zheng Yifan saw a teenager, perhaps around fourteen years old. Though still youthful in appearance, there were hints of facial hair beginning to sprout at the corners of his mouth.
It seemed his parents must have been quite capable fighters or earned a decent living; the boy was dressed well, sporting clothing from a well-known brand in the Post-Apocalypse era.
Of course, it could also be that fewer people could afford such attire in these times. Perhaps they were reluctant to cut it into rags directly, which kept prices lower.
Looking at him, Zheng Yifan smiled and replied, “And why aren’t you out there hunting Zombies? I’m just taking a break to grab some hot food before heading back into battle.”
His laughter had tried to suppress his fatigue, but it still came out a bit hoarse.
"Really? Then you must be a great hero. My father once said that those who fight bravely on the battlefield are heroes, and those who can return victorious are even greater heroes." The child looked at him with admiration, but then glanced at Zheng Yifan and then ahead.
"Uncle, there are no more restaurants up ahead. Those restaurant owners have gone out with the troops to hunt down the zombies. If we want to eat, we'll have to cook for ourselves." The child's words posed quite a challenge for Zheng Yifan.
In the past, Zheng Yifan could cross the Time-Space Barrier to get some food from the real world. But now, that was no longer an option. Australia, where he was located, had likely become deserted by now.
After all, their goal was Sydney. The place they were in would eventually become desolate.
It was just a temporary gathering spot; there was little hope for any significant attention here.
Zheng Yifan forced a smile and said, "Great! Now we have nothing to eat. How about instant noodles?"
"Hahaha!" The child suddenly covered his mouth and giggled, looking at Zheng Yifan as if he were two years old.
"Uncle, you really don't know how to cook?" The child laughed heartily and pointed at his own nose.
"I can cook! Now that most adults are at the Gathering Place, we all cook for ourselves. There are ten siblings around my age in Building 9 of District D, and we all cook our own meals," the child said proudly.
Zheng Yifan chuckled, "Is that so? Then show off your skills. I'll go get some ingredients, and we'll have a nice meal."
With that, Zheng Yifan swayed his body and stepped away from the child. Two seconds later, he reappeared with a lot of items in his hands.
The large bundle was filled with ingredients: two fresh cabbages, a string of cured meat, and several sausages.
The most tempting item was a large carp, though it was frozen.
Zheng Yifan wished he could have brought back a live carp. However, the reality was that he couldn't carry living creatures through the Time-Space Barrier or store them in his Storage Space.
So he could only bring back some fresh or frozen items.
But for the child, this was the best food imaginable. The ingredients Zheng Yifan brought made him drool with anticipation.
They were the latest arrivals at the Hope Gathering Place, lacking the comfortable lives of the long-time residents and without much money to spare. They were even in debt for their housing, surviving on nothing but plain rice and pickled vegetables, which was already considered a luxury. Even the pickled vegetables were often scarce.
Now, seeing what Zheng Yifan held in his hands, their hunger was stirred.
He was no spoiled child; he understood the survival rules of this post-apocalyptic world.
However, there was one thing that was quite reliable about the Hope Gathering Place: fighting and theft were strictly prohibited, which meant that many would not dare to bully a child.
After some calculation in his mind, the child figured that Zheng Yifan wouldn’t cause trouble in the Gathering Place or harm him.
So he called out to Zheng Yifan, “Uncle, you’re really amazing! Is this your loot? You must have raided some Underground Warehouse with your team, right? I can cook! Let’s have a feast together, okay? Come to my house.”
The child didn’t care much; their home was just newly built, and the furniture inside had been scavenged from nearby villages or taken from Zombies.
Naturally, he wasn’t afraid of others stealing from him because he had nothing worth taking; everything in his home wasn’t even worth as much as a single fish.
“Alright! Let’s go to your place. If your cooking isn’t good, I’ll hold you accountable,” Zheng Yifan said half-jokingly.
“Uncle! Just wait and see! I’m the culinary genius of the Eighth District!” The child exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his hands together. (To be continued...)
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