The cars were backed up for three hours. It was only by dusk that Chen Shouyi's family finally entered the Space Channel.
A vast stretch of open ground had been cleared inside. It was packed with tents, looking like an enormous refugee camp—noisy and bustling.
"Dad, Mom, are you getting used to the gravity in the other world?" Chen Shouyi asked his parents.
"It's all right. I felt a little short of breath at first, but I'm much better now," Chen Dawei said.
"I'm fine too," Mother Chen said.
Both parents had physiques on par with martial masters. After walking a few steps, they quickly adapted to the threefold gravity here.
The officials nearby didn't dare interrupt. Only after the family had finished talking did one of them cautiously speak up. "Chief Chen, this all happened so suddenly, and conditions are a little rough for now. You'll have to make do."
"It's fine. There's no need to make special arrangements for us. Just keep things simple. We'll stay wherever everyone else is staying," Chen Shouyi said.
He'd assumed they would be staying in tents like everyone else, but then he discovered that wasn't the case. Instead, four shipping containers had been joined together to form a suite.
Of course, the inside was just as spartan, but at a time like this, there wasn't much room to ask for more.
Not long after the family had settled in, his two uncles' families and his eldest uncle's wife and her family arrived, escorted by soldiers. The place immediately grew lively.
Chen Shouyi greeted them one by one and stayed for a while. He could tell that everyone felt a little constrained with him around.
So he strolled outside.
More and more people were pouring into the other world. As far as the