Zhang Xinlong stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine.
Outside was the sight of Mudanjiang City being rebuilt.
Earth Sequence users were repairing the roads, Agriculture Sequence users were reclaiming fields, and Craftsman Sequence users were renovating houses...
The setting sun cast its last rays over the bustling construction site, coating everything in warm gold.
Zhang Xinlong swirled his glass, the dark red liquid tracing an arc along its walls, then tipped his head back and drained it.
Now this was living.
Almost three years had passed since the apocalypse began. He had led his convoy from one hiding place to another, and the people around him had died, one group after another.
He often wondered when his own turn would come. It seemed to be only a matter of dying sooner or later.
So when news of the Har City War spread, he brought his convoy over without a second thought.
He would die either way. Rather than die a pathetic death in some forgotten corner, he might as well die on the battlefield. At least he would have put his life on the line for humanity.
With that resolve to die, he had fought like a madman on the battlefield.
He had gone in expecting to die. He never imagined that not only would he survive, but his performance on the battlefield would also get him elected as one of the Thirteen Councilors.
Zhang Xinlong poured himself another glass of red wine and held it toward the sunset outside, watching the light pass through the glass and cast a small red patch on the wall.
A subordinate had presented this wine to him a few days earlier. Who knew which abandoned winery they had dug it out of? It had been preserved quite well,