Even workhorses had their anger

The sky was completely bright.

The mountain morning was quiet; the wind blew slowly through the woods, rustling the newly upgraded iron fence without causing a sway. Shelter, all was utterly still; the smell of smoke and alcohol from last night had completely dissipated.

Lu Heng propped himself up on the table and sat up.

My head is clear, and I don't feel any pain at all.

He was a little surprised.

Back when I was working in the old world, if I drank some cheap, adulterated liquor, I'd definitely have a splitting headache and feel nauseous all day the next day. But today, after drinking so much Monkey Wine, with such a strong aftereffect, I slept it off and felt perfectly fine.

It's definitely good stuff.

Ultimately, it's because I was too low-class in the past. I've hardly ever drunk any proper alcohol in my life, and my health has been ruined by cheap cigarettes and alcohol, and working late into the night.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.

The next second, images from last night suddenly flashed into my mind.

Drinking, eating meat, and out of boredom, I opened the public channel and saw that group of people from the Old Federation hypocritically talking about forming an alliance and providing care and assistance to the elderly.

And then—he got carried away.

A barrage of harsh words was sent directly to the public chat.

Lu Heng's pupils contracted, and he instantly became fully awake.

He quickly raised his Wristband.

As soon as I opened the interface, the Wristband froze for a moment, and the device became slightly warm.

The screen was covered with red dots, unread messages were overflowing, and there were so many mentions, replies, and private messages that it was impossible to count them all.

Lu Heng's fingers stiffened as he swiped upwards along the screen.

The more I looked, the more silent I became.

Last night, he was out of his mind and vented his frustrations, which unexpectedly caused a huge uproar in the entire survivor channel.

Countless survivors from the lower classes chimed in, bringing up all the old stories that had been suppressed, sealed off, and that no one dared to mention. The Fishhook Incident, the Red Cross Society Controversy, tax evasion by defective personnel, the grain depot fire—one after another, all were the grievances that ordinary people in the old era had kept buried in their stomachs.

The benevolent persona that the remnants of the Old Federation had cultivated has been completely stripped away.

The one who started it all was Lu Heng.

Throughout his life, he always tried to be as discreet and low-key as possible.

He doesn't like to join in the fun, doesn't get involved in disputes, doesn't take sides, doesn't cause trouble, and lives an honest life.

As a result, after just one drink, he found himself in the eye of the storm online.

This is a huge problem.

He continued scrolling through the messages, finding the channel extremely polarized.

He has many supporters, most of whom are ordinary people who have spent their lives working hard and struggling under the weight of life. Finally, someone dares to speak out what others dare not say.

But even more people insulted and threatened him.

They were all from the Old Federation faction.

The announcements and private messages were all very direct.

He was ordered to delete the post and issue a public apology.

He was warned not to incite conflict.

They threatened him to behave himself, or something bad would happen sooner or later.

They use all sorts of pressure tactics, smear campaigns, and labeling—the methods are exactly the same as those of the old days.

As Lu Heng read through the list, anger slowly rose within him.

He didn't impulsively reply to the message.

He simply kept in mind the IDs that led the threats, stirred up trouble, and smeared him.

After reading all the messages, he immediately closed the chat channel.

I know it very well.

This public channel is now defunct.

From this day forward, he will not utter another word here.

He used to be all talk and no action; when he was wronged, he could only curse inwardly, and he had no confidence when faced with real problems.

But things are different now.

Having experienced so much in the apocalypse, he has personally killed alien beasts, fought life and death, and possesses weapons, a Black Iron Tier Fortress, and real survival skills.

This group of people only dares to talk tough, exert pressure, and oppress others by playing the old rules from the outside world.

If they actually met in real life, it's hard to say who would be tough and who would be soft.

Don't let him touch it.

If he does it once, he definitely won't tolerate it.

Lu Heng stood up, pushed open the iron gate of the Shelter, and walked into the fenced yard outside.

The morning breeze was cool and refreshing, suppressing the last lingering effects of the alcohol.

He scratched his head, feeling a mix of emotions.

I felt a little scared, but also a strange sense of excitement.

I was afraid that my drunkenness had caused me a lot of trouble for no reason.

What's exciting is that this is the first time in his life he's been so bold as to publicly reveal all the resentment he's harbored for over a decade.

He has always been the quiet type of person since childhood.

His surname was uncommon and his given name was rarely used. When he was in school, his teachers didn't recognize him, and he was rarely seen by his classmates. After he started working, no one remembered him.

They'll be insignificant oxen and horses their whole lives.

Studying, working, staying up late, working hard, living a proper life, enduring grievances, bottling up injustices, not daring to say a word, not daring to cause trouble.

The emotions I'd been building up for over a decade finally broke down last night.

He calmed down and reviewed the situation.

Many people in the channel are just following the trend, getting excited, or being envious; they're all essentially the same.

Everyone has been manipulated by the rules of the old era.

Seeing others effortlessly enjoying benefits and privileges while you toil away for nothing makes you feel resentful.

Everyone was envious, and no one was willing to accept it.

But most people also know in their hearts that if the opportunity were really put in front of them, they wouldn't have the ability or the confidence to seize it.

Including him in the past.

But things are different now.

The apocalypse has reshuffled the deck and reset the rules.

He survived, became stronger, and found a place to stand.

Before they knew it, their mindset had become arrogant, and they felt more confident. They were no longer willing to swallow their pride, and they were no longer willing to watch those former privileged classes continue to think they were superior to others even in a different world.

The more I think about it, the clearer my mind becomes.

The so-called troublemaking and impulsiveness have nothing to do with alcohol.

It's because of years of repression.

In the old world, he honestly worked like a beast of burden, obeyed the law, and worked diligently, only to be exploited, subjected to involution, and endless internal strife.

Those people enjoy the good life, receive dividends, and occupy resources, but when something goes wrong, ordinary people will cover for them.

In the end times, the world has changed, the rules are gone, but this group still wants to use moral blackmail, seniority blackmail, and personal favor blackmail to continue to make the lower class support them.

On what grounds?

Lu Heng stood in the center of the fence, gazing at the quiet mountains and forests in the distance.

I calmed down completely.

He doesn't regret what he said last night.

Even if he got into trouble, even if he was resented, even if he was targeted by the Old Federation factions, he had no regrets.

Anger held in for a lifetime must eventually be released.

He just needs to be more cautious from now on.

Every time he makes a high-profile move, it means countless eyes are watching him, and the number of people who are jealous of him, plotting against him, and waiting for him to make a mistake will only increase.

In chaotic times, fame is never a good thing.

But he wasn't afraid.

From now on, he will continue to survive alone, without forming alliances, taking sides, or trusting anyone.

Anyone looking for trouble, feel free to come.

His current confidence doesn't come from empty words; it comes from fighting his way up, step by step.

The wind rustled through the mountains and forests.

Lu Heng exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze turning completely somber.

Old grievances have been voiced, and a new chapter has begun.

He will walk the road ahead on his own, and he will bear the burden himself.