Satellite Launch Base

The atmosphere was heavy, and the only sound left in the conference room was the faint scratching of Chu An's pen.

Oppressive silence.

Facing the foreseeable disaster, everyone felt as if they had stepped into a lightless darkness.

Rubbing the mask beside him, Lin An's lips curled into a bitter smile.

He had never expected that it was all because so many people had died in his previous life. During the early and middle stages, many Survivors had fled the cities in panic.

As a result, quite a few supplies remained in the cities, giving him a false impression.

Moreover, after the Cataclysm broke out, the various Safe Zones had found another source of food—mutant beasts.

Because of all these factors, he had subconsciously overlooked this point.

Under the butterfly effect, his memories of his previous life could no longer provide him with much help.

"Raise insects as a food source, then send out squads with all our strength to complete missions."

"The base can't keep supporting them."

After pondering for a moment, Lin An offered his opinion.

"Earthworms, cockroaches, insects, and similar creatures. Even after suffering from Psionic Pollution, they can still be eaten with some difficulty. Turning them into protein blocks can satisfy part of our food demand."

"Have everyone go out to complete System missions. The rewards are small, but they can make up for something when accumulated."

Searching through his memories, Lin An exhaled slowly and recalled several pieces of information from his previous life:

"Toward the East Three Regions, someone once revealed information about Spiritual Energy Crops in the Chat Channel."

"If we could—"

He raised his head, his pen stopping in midair.

Chu An nodded slightly and did not refute him.

"More or less."

"Let me add a few contingency plans."

"Just as you