Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone

Wang Jixuan chuckled quietly, calmly moved forward, and sat on a chair nearby.

Lin Zhiwei's lips trembled a few times. This guy also had a sudden epiphany and quickly moved forward to pull out his own chair.

"Wind, Storm Master," Lin Zhiwei hurriedly said, "How come you're here? Did I do something wrong?"

"Just saw you wanted to report something."

Wang Jixuan nodded towards the papers on the table:

"I thought it might be something big, and found your constitution a bit interesting, so I came to take a look."

This was actually the reason he came over.

Curious about the words 'I report,' he investigated a bit and discovered a good potential candidate for cultivation.

Even though a bit old;

But with some training, there's a chance for reaching the Golden Core Realm.

Lin Zhiwei scratched his head: "What's with my constitution?"

"Nothing much, you're a rare talent, well-suited for... learning."

"Eh? Really? Back in college, I was thinking about playing games and slacking off, ah this."

"What do you want to report?"

"I just," Lin Zhiwei lowered his voice, "haven't you noticed something off here? There's no actual grounded project, not even a clear research project, yet the salary is outrageously high! I checked, even employees stationed abroad don't earn more than me, a mere security guard!"

"Just that?"

"What else?"

Lin Zhiwei replied firmly:

"There's a waste of resources here, Master! Right now, thirty percent of the population still lives on the surface in fortresses! Not a bit of resources can be wasted!

"Salary is the only measure of how many supplies we can get.

"It means they are willing to spend money to support a bunch of idlers, who just hang around here!"

Master Wang used his Spiritual Sense, chuckled and said: "No need to report, just do it as a favor to me."

"Alright, giving you face?"

"This is the entrance that hides the path to my seclusion area."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said:

"Consider your salaries as if I'm the one paying you all."

Lin Zhiwei was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then his face turned red, mumbling incoherently for a while, unable to say anything meaningful.

Wang Jixuan asked: "I just heard you mention that you are quite familiar with the history of humanity over the past few decades?"

"Yes, somewhat familiar, I studied it in college!"

"Then let's go," Wang Jixuan said, "I just sent them a message telling them to gather at the old place, do you have any transportation here? If so, take me for a tour around current Earth."

"Yes! We have all-terrain low-altitude gliders here!"

Lin Zhiwei immediately said:

"I'll go report to the supervisor... no need, I can get the key, wait for me!"

This young man turned and ran off, not much slower than a hundred-meter sprint.

Master Wang saw some history books, the textbooks from Lin Zhiwei's university days. He picked up a book and flipped through it, but quickly lost interest in reading.

Why understand yourself when you have a guide?

Soon, a small flying device with swept-back wings smoothly flew out from the cliff's edge, performed a loop in the air, and headed towards the nearest fortress in the night sky.

Wang Jixuan leaned closer to the cabin window to look outside.

Even at his current realm, what he saw with his eyes was somewhat different from what his Spiritual Sense perceived.

Looking out, an urban town appeared on the ground, with six to seven-story high buildings neatly arranged according to plan, with lights of all kinds dazzling Wang Jixuan a bit.

It was nighttime, and the city was about to sleep.

Many stores were still bustling.

Wang Jixuan saw a street of bars, saw drunkards singing loudly on the streets, saw independent patrols lining up.

How to say;

The customs industry often reflects a city's level of development.

This city was quite good, not overly flourishing nor poor, and there didn't seem to be any criminal activities visible.

Wang Jixuan's Spiritual Sense scanned over, and he raised his eyebrows lightly.

There was another city underground, interconnected, with many passages going up and down.

It wasn't hard to see that the living standards of the underground people, compared to those above, was simpler, yet the supply of goods was more than sufficient.

Wang Jixuan then asked about the differences between Lower City and Upper City.

"Hey."

Lin Zhiwei, who had set the flying device to auto-pilot, immediately started to talk:

"Those with money and ability would move above after earning some, since although basic supplies are guaranteed underground, there are very few entertainment options.

"The officials deliberately designed it that way.

"Today's underground city is an expansion of the former Upper City of the fortress. The real factories are further below, that's the Middle City's location.

"It's not that people are unwilling to move to the surface, but land usage is strictly limited on the surface, controlling the population's quantity. The ratio of surface population to underground city population cannot exceed seven to three, and this ratio has been gradually adjusted, starting from two to eight."

Wang Jixuan frowned and asked: "So are the people in the underground city willing?"

"What's there to be unwilling about? There's no restriction underground, work is closer, and there's guided lighting with access to the surface anytime, with better welfare than above, not even having to worry about water and electricity bills."

Lin Zhiwei laughed and said:

"In the beginning, wasn't the surface limited in quota? So everyone thought that life on the surface was a class above, where you could see the blue sky and white clouds.

"The blue sky and white clouds were the main point.

"And then everyone subconsciously had this impression – being on the surface meant being dignified.

"In reality, there's not much difference deep inside. Many big shots live in the underground city.

"Not giving up the fortress is also to be ready to fully activate it at any time... in case the Blade Beast fights back."

Wang Jixuan slowly nodded, smiling: "That's reassuring, indeed."