In his old world, Zhang Ming had been an ordinary office worker, waiting for quitting time every day. Once work ended, he became a shut-in, holed up in his rented room playing games and watching anime. He had not even known who his neighbors were...
People might have been separated by only a wall, but in truth, an entire world stood between them.
Now, though, an entire world really did stand between him and human civilization.
This Drifting Bottle was the only thing he could pour his heart into.
Who would have thought a simple, old-fashioned letter could make him so excited? Life really was unpredictable.
"Hello, Brother Zhang. This is Wang Fumin. I'm very glad you sent the Drifting Bottle back. It means we now have a reliable, long-term means of communication."
"Although each delivery takes rather a long time, possibly fourteen months, I still hope we can help ease some of your worries and solve a few problems."
"Over the past year, Lu Tuyu and I have become militiamen in a border city. Every day, we dig trenches and build city walls."
"The fighting at the border is growing more intense. Large numbers of refugees flee here every day. Unless we have absolutely no choice, we really don't want to turn our guns on our fellow humans. Food is constantly being shipped out as humanitarian aid, but it's never enough to feed everyone outside."
"Sea levels are rising. Fortunately, increased rainfall has made some inland deserts suitable for farming again, so we're barely managing to keep food supplies balanced."
"No one knows how much longer this life will continue."
"Of course, these are just a few personal complaints. Compared with the hardships you're facing, we're already incredibly fortunate."
"There's one other little thing worth mentioning. After eating the