The Sea of Stars was beautiful, but life still had to be lived on the ground.
The emotion soon faded, replaced by unease and anxiety about the future.
As mentioned before,
some people with official ties had already returned to the surface before the general population's relocation.
Among them were quite a few combatants with abilities useful for construction. They were the main force behind the building effort.
With their supernatural powers, these people had built a complete "bridgehead" in just one afternoon, large enough to accommodate a million people.
It also held large supplies of food and drinking water. After registering at the bridgehead, anyone returning to the surface could collect enough supplies to last them three days, if they rationed them.
Of course, calling this temporary settlement a drop in the bucket might be an exaggeration, but it was nowhere near enough.
But resources were limited. The elevators to the surface were being used to transport people, so they couldn't bring up any more supplies or equipment. If people wanted better living conditions, they would have to provide for themselves.
The official line was that this would "fully unleash the people's initiative."
Even if the people returning to the surface were unhappy about this, there was nothing they could do. At least they'd been given some food, so they wouldn't starve to death.
Zheng Yongliang blended into the crowd and followed the staff leading them to the bridgehead.
The journey was quiet. Those who spoke only dared to whisper.
It wasn't that the people were especially well-mannered. They were simply intimidated by the armed troops stationed everywhere.
A few troublemakers had raised their voices along the way. Every one of them had been forcibly dragged out of the crowd, and no one knew where they'd been taken.
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