At Church Camp, people were discussing things enthusiastically.
Unlike before, their faces were now full of smiles.
"We finally made it through," an Asian man sighed.
"Yeah. Thinking back to those days when we were scared out of our wits, it barely felt like a life anyone could live," another Black man said.
"Ah, it's a shame about my family and friends. They didn't get to see this day."
"Not necessarily. I heard some people have resurrection as their talent."
Everyone chatted and laughed as they ate hot soup and hotpot.
These were things that would have been absolutely impossible in the past.
Because most warehouses had fallen into the Mist Zone.
And few people had the ability to go in and scavenge them.
But now, no one cared about that anymore.
It could be said that the Player Template was one of the best cheats for fighting against the Doomsday World.
Zhang Meng sat by the bonfire as well, his gaze flickering along with the flames.
Unlike the others, he understood the true nature of this Deity.
She was an unreliable Little Girl.
Everyone might be happy now, with the cheat of the Player Template.
But if that Little Girl got unhappy one day and simply took back everyone's cheats, it would become another apocalypse.
At this moment, Zhang Meng's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
This was the sorrow of being at the bottom while having an awakened mind:
Ambitions higher than the sky, a life thinner than paper.
His Fate was not his to decide, yet he knew exactly how everything worked.
If he knew nothing and remained numb and muddleheaded, he could instead enjoy fleeting happiness like these people.
He decided that he needed to become stronger quickly, then leave this Doomsday World and return to