At this moment, the outside world was gradually descending into chaos.
Although Hua Gang had been strictly isolated, the terror he had unleashed still spread at an unimaginable speed.
And there was still the Dream World, which had no solution.
That terror was undoubtedly spreading through dreams.
For the Alliance and Tribe's existing technological systems, it was an utterly unsolvable problem.
For a time, every industry showed signs of paralysis.
Fortunately, some people had not fallen into fear.
And the administrators had prepared in advance.
They had semi-literate people take over jobs that had originally been complex.
They could not handle innovation, but they could still operate simple buttons. Water, electricity, fuel, food, medicine... people began to be assigned to take over these most vital industries.
As for the economy, no one even considered it.
They first had to ensure that most people could survive.
The terror spread rapidly.
It grew at almost a geometric rate.
In just half a year, it had spread across the entire world.
All that could be said was that fortunately, this was not a zombie virus.
The power of the material world still lay in material things.
The panic in people's minds could still be eased with medication.
Many people were terrified at first, but the pressure of survival was even more terrifying.
Their physical instincts allowed many people to continue working in a half-mad state.
Of course, these were all jobs with relatively low technical requirements.
After the initial chaos, water, electricity, and transportation quickly stabilized.
People's morning greeting had changed from, "Have you eaten?" to, "Did you take your medicine today?"
Only after hearing that the other person had taken their medicine did they dare speak with ease.
The material world was always full of duality.
Just like cruel massacres and disease,