"Bang!"
With a loud crash, Feng Qi kicked open the iron door marked 004.
After his physical strength had been enhanced, the iron door that had once required several kicks to break open could now be forced open with a single kick.
Passing through the dust that billowed toward him, he stepped into the room and casually pressed the light switch on the wall to his right.
After a brief flicker, his view suddenly opened up.
Several assembly-line machines stood inside the room, all connected together. Transport rails had also been installed overhead, but every machine was covered in rust.
Reaching the end of the assembly line, he climbed a ladder onto a metal container more than three meters high and forcefully lifted its metal lid.
A foul smell rushed at him. Looking down, he could see that a thick layer of brown translucent solid had congealed at the bottom of the container.
"What the hell is this?"
This was clearly a food-processing room. The rails above connected to the residents' quarters, delivering fixed rations every day. Compared to your era, residents surviving in the apocalypse were already fortunate if they could eat their fill. Eating well was simply impossible unless it was a special holiday. Normally, they could only eat this kind of prepared Nutrient Paste.
Hearing the narrator's explanation, he felt bitter.
He suddenly thought of the letters his classmates had left in the time capsule upon graduation. While looking forward to the arrival of a brilliant age, they had also envied the people living in the future, believing that they must surely be happy.
Perhaps they would never see that day arrive in their lifetimes, yet they had still chosen to work tirelessly for its coming.
But if they had learned that the future they struggled for