Migration! Candlelight Ignites Hope!

The mind-controlled Game Panel opens up the market.

With the market opening requiring only a 50% discount on goods and no need for Disaster Points, Su Mo narrowed his eyes and looked over.

As expected, the prices of basic materials have begun to decline.

Many people even wrote "heartbreaking clearance sale" under their items for sale.

Of course, as a "gift" from nature, these basic materials only require some labor and time.

For wasteland refugees, labor and time are always the least valuable things.

Since you can't take it with you, as long as you can sell it, you'll never lose money.

"Let's wait and see the price when we wake up tomorrow!"

It was late at night, almost 3:30 a. m., and Su Mo, feeling a little sleepy, scrolled through a few more pages of prices on his slightly lonely bed.

Despite feeling sleepy, Su Mo opened his friends list, found Chen Shen's avatar, and after giving a long explanation, he closed the list with satisfaction.

"Everything is arranged, and we can start work tomorrow!"

After confirming that everything was arranged, Somo picked up the water glass from the bedside table, took a big gulp of Psionic Water to help him sleep, and listened to Moore's snoring coming from the second floor from time to time. Su Mo's breathing gradually became heavier.

Once you arrive in the wasteland, whether you're a high-ranking official, a multi-billionaire businessman, or even someone suffering from neurasthenia, as long as you work for a day, you're guaranteed a good night's sleep.

Within three to five minutes, the Underground Shelter fell silent, like a giant beast crouching on the wasteland, constantly breathing out the approaching darkness.

As Su Mo looked up, he naturally had no idea that the wasteland was far from peaceful that night.

Even excluding humans, who are already divided into three major factions, life is not easy for other races either.

Without human cultivation techniques, the luckiest alien races could barely find thriving fruit trees and rely on the fruit to fill their stomachs.

Those who are unlucky may end up eating grass.

As for the carnivorous alien races that usually live a normal life, apart from a few powerful ones like the Minotaur, most of them have to endure these difficult nights on an empty stomach.

Just as Su Mo had predicted, the update to the ocean version was known not only to humans, but also to these alien races through other channels.

However, all the alien races were mentally prepared before being teleported to this land.

Aside from the initial panic, some races had already begun preparing supplies to cross the ocean and travel to the New Continent.

What to do when there's no food? Then they can only plunder. Different races plunder other races, different races plunder humans, humans turn the tables and kill the different races, different races fight each other, and humans are the last ones standing. From this day forward, except for the areas around the already cleared depressions, everywhere else is destined to be engulfed in a bloodbath before the ocean even begins! The night is long, and the dawn seems unlikely to return and descend upon the earth.

Fortunately, the dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed, allowing the moonlight to briefly grace the wilderness below.

Time passed by, and before we knew it, it was just past six in the morning. The familiar sun rose again from the horizon and began its daily routine.

On the Great Plains, the people in the Candlelight Shelter were no exception; everyone woke up very early in the morning.

Having survived three disasters, with the help of Su Mo, every refugee in the world was able to accumulate 100 Disaster Points to unlock their own Storage Space.

The ordinary refugees at Candlelight Shelter, upon waking and receiving brief orders, excitedly began packing up the things they had accumulated in the wasteland over the past month.

Of course, there weren't many of these things. Apart from one or two pieces of clothing and the occasional scraps of food saved up from eating, there were mostly small miscellaneous items.

The guards of the shelter were sitting on Big Stone at the entrance of the village, all of them working enthusiastically and passionately, sharpening the Iron Spearhead in their hands.

Sparks flew from the stones and fell to the ground, and despite the soreness in their hands, these people were full of enthusiasm.

However, they all had one thing in common: whether they were guards or ordinary people, their eyes would frequently sweep over the kitchen!

Food is the paramount necessity of the people, and food safety is the first priority.

After announcing in the morning that a big meal would be prepared, all the cooks began to busily prepare enough food supplies to feed more than a hundred people for a day.

Snow-white flour, after fermentation, is made into large white steamed buns, mixed with a mouthwatering aroma of flour.

Light the firewood, place the steamer on top, and soon steam will rise.

Blanch fresh cabbage and carrots in water, then cut them into small strips. Season them with chili peppers, salt, and vinegar, stir them slightly, and you have two fresh side dishes.

Soybeans are added to water and cooked until extremely soft. As steam rises from the pot, a terrifying aroma fills everyone's nostrils.

This stimulation of the taste buds even distracted Chen Shen, the current manager of the shelter, when he was doing his work in the morning.

Fortunately, once eight o'clock had passed and it was time for breakfast, apart from a few necessary guards, everyone else tacitly and in perfect unison took their stools and sat in the village's "big square".

Although everyone received brief orders in the morning, and after some whispers and speculations among the people, they already knew what was likely to happen after today.

But these people are still eagerly anticipating the village's first major meeting, the milestone event that will be announced.

Even the aroma wafting from the kitchen paled in comparison to this.

"Ahem. Everyone, please be quiet!"

After everyone was seated and the group leaders had finished taking attendance, Chen Shen coughed twice and stood on the prepared platform.

Chen Shen was not tall, about 175 cm. After working for a while, his face was dark, but he had also lost the childishness of a student.

Now that he has gained Su Mo's "trust," his every move shows a bit of a leader's demeanor.

Upon hearing this, the villagers of Candlelight Village below immediately fell silent, and for a moment, only their slightly heavy breathing could be heard.

"I've gathered everyone here today, and judging from your reactions, you can probably guess some of the reasons!"

"That's right, today is the first general assembly of our Candlelight Village, and also the last general assembly of our Candlelight Village!"

Wow! Clap clap clap clap clap! Before the words had even finished, the villagers below spontaneously started clapping, their hands turning red and their faces filled with excitement.

Some of the cooks who were still cleaning up in the kitchen couldn't help but peek out, listening while clenching the dishcloths in their hands.

The Candlelight Shelter doing fine right now. If this is supposed to be the last meeting, then shouldn't we be in a state of "Silence!"?

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Qi Qin, the Brigade Commander, gave an order, the applause stopped, and everyone turned their attention back to Chen Shen's face.

"Last night, the game notified us of the second major update. The ocean is coming back, and our home is in imminent danger!"

"Now we will proceed with the first round of voting at the general assembly. How many people are willing to go to the New Continent, and how many are unwilling to go?"

Unlike meetings in civilized times, where people start by rambling on and on, only to end up with a few key words that offer absolutely no substance, this meeting is different.

At the wasteland conference, decisions are made in just a few words.

Surprisingly, after Chen Shen finished speaking, the crowd below did not react; it was completely silent.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Chen Shen was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After about ten seconds, seeing that no one had spoken, a man sitting in the middle of the back row stood up with a smile.

"Director Chen, whether or not to go to the New Continent is not something we can decide. Such an important matter should definitely be left to you, to our Su God."

"If Su God says we're going, then I'll risk my life to go with him. If Su God says he's not going, then you're just forcing us to go, and all we'll get is a beating!"

"Yes, yes, that's right. If Su God goes, we go; if Su God doesn't go, we don't go either."

"What's that saying again? Follow Su God and you'll never get lost. If it weren't for Su God, we in Candlelight Village would all be starving right now!"

"I'm going to follow Su God for the rest of my life. Su God tells me to go east, I will never go west!"

"If Su God says he's leaving today, I'll take my things and go. If Su God says he'll stay, and the tide comes in, I'll float behind Su God."

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Whoosh! The person wearing the headband immediately stirred up the crowd, with everyone yelling and waving their arms.

In the eyes of the refugees, the management of Candlelight Village is impressive, but compared to Su Mo, they are nothing. They are just errand runners at best!

Only by keeping up with Su Mo's pace can one survive, and even thrive, and rebuild a home in this wasteland!

Surprisingly, Chen Shen did not stop it. Only after shouting for a minute and everyone had a unified voice did he make a slight downward gesture.

In an instant, the long-term military control brought all the villagers to a state of quiet.

"Since everyone is willing to follow Su God, I will now announce the second matter!"

"Last night, Su Mo, Big Brother Su, sent me a message specifically, instructing me on a few things."

"First, there's the migration issue that everyone is concerned about!"

Looking around, Chen Shen emphasized the words in his voice when mentioning Big Brother Su and those who had sent him messages, which immediately made some of the restless refugees below gasp for breath.

"There's no need to worry about relocating everyone. Su God is about to build a warship large enough to accommodate everyone. This warship is conservatively estimated..."

"Eighty meters long!"

Buzz. Chen Shen, who had expected a noisy scene, showed a surprised expression after seeing the behavior below.

It was eerily quiet. In the past, such a shocking event would have likely caused all the villagers to shout with excitement immediately.

But now, when they heard about the 80-meter-long warship, both prison guards and ordinary citizens were stunned! It's like you're fighting with someone else's child, and the other child's father takes out a stick to discipline you, but your father says, "Don't panic, kid, watch me unleash my power." You think your father will pull out a gun? That's already incredibly powerful.

As a result, your dad recklessly charged forward, driving a tank straight at the idiot's face! This contrast is so stark that even someone with a strong mental fortitude would be dumbfounded just imagining it!

"Secondly, the migration will not begin immediately after the ocean attack. Su God is concerned about the world and will go to the ocean to uphold justice as soon as possible. Before the tsunami, he will pick up everyone and take them to the New Continent."

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"Therefore, we will first relocate to Iron Mountain near the Su God Shelter for a preliminary transition."

"And mine enough iron ore to build warships!"

"The first round of migration will begin after breakfast today. Everyone's Storage Space can only hold a maximum of one-fifth of miscellaneous items. The rest of the space will be used to transport food. Is that alright?"

Several specific details were announced, followed by specific regulations for the transfer.

After everyone nodded to indicate that they understood and had no objections, Chen Shen looked down at the villagers and put the manuscript back into his Storage Space.

His tone rose. "From this day forward, the Candlelight Shelter will become a thing of the past, but the candlelight that symbolizes hope will not be extinguished."

"Holding this small flame in our hands, we are about to embark on a new journey in the development of our next shelter."

"From today onwards, we will officially Su God's refuge."

"The new village name will be announced separately at a general meeting convened by Su God after the relocation is completed!"

"Now, everyone, stand up, proceed to the cafeteria, lunch is served!"