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This was actually part of Lu Xiaoran's strategy. By allowing them to witness his ability firsthand, he could surely frighten them into submission, making them think twice before bothering him again.
After returning to his safe house, Lu Xiaoran took off the protective gear he had been wearing. Sighing, he realized he needed to fill in that pit tomorrow. Although he had dealt with the trap digger, the pit remained untouched right at the entrance of his safe house. If left unaddressed, it would be inconvenient for him to go out in the future.
After a moment of contemplation, Lu Xiaoran decided that tomorrow he would use his ability to replicate a large stone to fill the pit. However, replicating such a large stone would undoubtedly come with a significant cooldown time. He had already noticed that the larger the mass of what he replicated, the longer the cooldown period became. The stone needed to fill that pit would certainly be substantial. Lu Xiaoran estimated that after replicating it, he would face at least a day of cooldown.
During this cooldown period, he would be completely unable to use his ability. If he didn't prepare in advance, he might not even be able to eat tomorrow. It seemed he needed to replicate his meals tonight.
Walking over to the refrigerator, Lu Xiaoran opened the door only to find it completely empty; there was nothing inside. After all, he used his ability to replicate his meals every day. Since he could create fresh food whenever he wanted, there was no need to store anything in the fridge and let it spoil, which is why it had remained unused.
Raising his hand, Lu Xiaoran visualized what he wanted to replicate. In an instant, a plate of crispy and delicious roasted duck appeared in the refrigerator. After a cooldown period of several seconds, he replicated a large bowl of Pork Chop Rice and two bottles of beer.
Looking at the still-empty refrigerator, Lu Xiaoran thought to himself: I might as well replicate more food for future needs. If I don't eat it, I can always throw it away later.
So, Lu Xiaoran used his ability again and replicated some long-lasting food items. He organized these into the refrigerator's shelves and freezer compartments.
After closing the refrigerator door, Lu Xiaoran glanced at the time and saw it was already ten forty in the evening. Not wanting to stay up too late, he hurriedly took a shower and then lay down on his bed to rest.
The next morning, after getting up, Lu Xiaoran picked up his phone from the bedside table.
He wanted to pull up the surveillance video to see if those villagers dared to come back to him. Picking up his phone, Lu Xiaoran noticed that someone had sent him a WeChat message.
"Lu Xiaoran, how's it going over there? Do you have enough to eat?"
Lu Xiaoran glanced at the message; it was sent by his uncle, Lu Zhengjun.
How is this old man still alive?
A look of disdain filled Lu Xiaoran's eyes. Although Lu Zhengjun's words seemed to express concern for him, a moment's thought revealed the truth. It had already been three weeks since the toxic gas entered Haitong City.
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