On the rooftop of the old Department Center, Zhang Weidong had hurried over to share the news of the Blue Star Crisis Response Coalition's founding, then hurried away again.
The wind swept across the empty concrete rooftop, carrying the faint bustle of the settlement in the distance and the sounds of construction.
Lin Yi stood alone, his gaze fixed on the hazy skyline in the distance.
He had actually known about this for a long time.
When Nie Chang had briefed him on the arrangements for the camp's opening ceremony, Li Zhenguo's personal attendance, and foreign delegations observing the ceremony and sending representatives to sit in on the training, he had mentioned this as well.
But now, hearing Zhang Weidong say that the country had officially announced the news to all survivors, Lin Yi still felt a little dazed.
It had happened so fast.
In his previous life, humanity had struggled to survive under the Abyss Beasts' claws for over a century, paying in countless lives and sacrifices. It had endured endless internal splits and conflicts, even civil wars, before the crushing pressure of survival finally forced it to cobble together the loose "Blue Star Community."
But that so-called community was, more often than not, merely a name. The major power blocs and shelters had retained a great deal of independence. The strong ruled, none answered to anyone else, and internal strife had never ceased.
Even Xia Kingdom itself had been far from united.
When he was reborn, he had certainly resolved to change his fate, but his initial plans had been relatively cautious: do what he could in the early stages, focus on protecting his loved ones, then rapidly increase his own strength and reach Star Core Level as quickly as possible.
Then, with overwhelming power, he would forcibly