Blue skies, white clouds, and trees casting shade.
The sun shone brightly.
The sky was clear for miles.
Blue Star was still the same Blue Star. Although the Supernatural Revival had turned most regions into playgrounds for Vicious Ghosts, the environment was still a hundred times better than the harsh conditions of the Supernatural World.
The various countries had vanished.
Safe Zones had been established across the wastelands where Vicious Ghosts roamed, and city-states had become the largest organizational structure.
The surviving ordinary humans.
They tenaciously reproduced and lived on in these scattered settlements, gradually restoring relatively normal lives within the limited space of their small communities.
Old Liu was a welder.
Although he only knew how to do crude, chicken-droppings-level welding, in this era, that still made him a rare talent.
So his life was going fairly well.
Among ordinary residents, he could be considered middle class. Of course, the middle class of today could not compare with the middle class before the Supernatural Revival. But at least he had survived, right?
Most people.
Including Old Liu's relatives, wife and children, and parents, had all died in the first wave of the Supernatural Revival.
At the time, he happened to be working in Haicheng.
That allowed him to escape disaster.
Later on.
Despite changes in leadership, power struggles, supernatural confrontations, and all sorts of incidents, he had miraculously survived them all.
Five years ago, Haicheng suffered a Ghost Tide.
It was completely destroyed.
He had reacted quickly and fled in advance with some others. After most of his companions died along the way, he arrived at Xinzhou City, a city-state that had just been established.
At the time, the city-state was newly founded and needed skilled workers.
He had learned a little about auto repair in his youth, knew