Southwest of Shelter City, Lower City.
The so-called Lower City was not a slum. On the contrary, its residents received a minimum food allowance every month. However, if they wanted to live in the relatively better conditions of the Middle City or Inner City, they would lose that allowance.
This avoided both the deaths of Shelter City's residents by starvation and the need to inspect each person to determine whether they needed the minimum food allowance. The closer one got to the ring-shaped outer walls, the lower the temperature became, and the colder and damper the air was. Residents of the Outer City generally could not survive for more than a few years.
Shelter City had a warm side, but under such harsh conditions, its cruel side was inevitable. Compared with the famines of several centuries ago, when more than seventy percent of the population often starved to death, Shelter City was already a very good place.
Su Xiao and the others stopped in front of a pile of buildings. That was the only way to describe it, because the building before them consisted of one half-melted house after another. It looked ugly, yet possessed an indescribable beauty.
As they entered, their footsteps became increasingly distinct. The place seemed to block out all outside sounds. Overall, it was a bowl-shaped space turned upside down, covering several hundred square meters. Large amounts of red-purple flesh tumors had grown throughout the building, making the interior cramped. There were only a dozen or so square meters where one could actually stand.
Sensing the arrival of living beings, the flesh tumors here writhed and formed a round seat ahead. Aphia raised a hand and gestured for Caesar to go ahead. Caesar stepped forward and sat on the round flesh seat.
From the dimness ahead