Lu Hu tilted her head slightly at this moment, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the Creator, who had been in an unexpectedly good mood ever since logging in.
She was aware that the Divine Lord had been missing for quite a long time. Judging by the flow of time, chances were high that the Divine Lord had spent the night at the Creator’s house.
That damned Divine Lord was always sneaking around behind everyone’s backs.
But still, the Divine Lord did know where to draw the line. He hadn’t put the Creator in a difficult position.
Lu Hu was very displeased. However…
However…
She tilted her head to look at the young Creator. His features were relaxed and joyful, as if a pink lotus flower had bloomed after being cleansed by a gentle rain, radiant in its purity and beauty.
Even if she really, really hated the Divine Lord, the truth was that he had genuinely made the Creator show a rare smile. Lu Hu let out an involuntary sigh, yet the corners of her red lips curved slightly, revealing a trace of helpless indulgence.
To think he could make the Creator this happy.
Even though she felt deeply unwilling.
Perhaps… perhaps it really was only the Divine Lord who truly understood the Creator best.
“What’s wrong? You don’t feel like talking today?” The Creator beside her suddenly looked up, his eyes astonishingly bright and adorably expressive. “Do you not want to go to Angel City with me?”
“How could that be?” Lu Hu stepped forward and wrapped her arms around He Fang’s shoulders. Although she was taller than him, she deliberately tried to appear like a delicate little bird leaning on him. “That’s a romantic travel city, you know! I get to go on a date to a tourist city with our adorable City Lord. Right now, I’m so happy and so excited. I absolutely can’t wait to embark on a romantic journey with you, City Lord!”
As Lu Hu spoke in an intentionally exaggerated and theatrical tone, her eyes darted subtly around.
She was one hundred percent sure that the Divine Lord was definitely watching nearby!
She was going to give that guy, who was surely feeling smug right now, a good scolding!
“It’s not a date.” He Fang reached out and grabbed Lu Hu’s arm. He was already very used to her little “skin hunger” habits. “Haven’t you always chatted happily with Mr. Qian? It seems like you two haven’t been talking as much recently?”
“Yes, less.” Lu Hu remembered that elderly man, then straightened her slender waist from He Fang’s side. “It’s truly not easy to maintain financial status during the apocalypse, but his ideas largely don’t apply to your city, City Lord. These are completely different stages. His way of thinking isn’t exactly prudent, nor is it impressive.”
“But Mr. Qian is the one who can keep Angel City, which isn’t very powerful, maneuvering among many cities. In a sense, I think he’s a strong person.” He Fang couldn’t help but say.
“His courage is decent, and he’s very lucky. Much of his cunning is based on Angel City’s ‘spark’. Even in the apocalypse, scheming and plotting never decrease. What Mr. Qian does best is just muddle through the mess.”
When Lu Hu mentioned another man, her expression showed some disdain. Her fiery red hair twirled once more between her fingers, stirring a vivid streak of red, making her look strikingly bold.
He Fang blinked, looking at the fiery Lu Hu, and couldn’t help but think of the blonde delivery guy. If Lu Hu were real, would she be extremely popular?
“So what kind of economic system does our city need? From what you see now, is there anything I can do?” Lu Hu wasn’t the NPC He Fang had initially appointed as Minister of Finance. She had promoted herself, relying solely on the built-in algorithm of “Ruins Without Restart”. Among many talented NPCs, her sensitivity to money was especially unique.
“You’re actually doing quite well.” Lu Hu didn’t want to give their Creator any extra trouble. After all, everyone had their specialties, and the Creator’s field of expertise was quite different from this. “You’ve always trusted me to handle all the affairs. I will definitely take care of everything for you, City Lord.”
Although He Fang knew this was probably just an NPC line, he still felt very happy.
He Fang felt that other players probably completely ignored the importance of NPCs when building their cities, which was why cities fell so quickly.
When playing the game, He Fang often checked out other people’s guides and found that no one really paid attention to NPCs. After all, “Ruins Without Restart” was a base-building game. It couldn’t be so one-sided as to focus too much on NPCs.
But thinking carefully, there were hints in the game. For example, the always-present “Talent Exchange Market” and the college graduation season, during those times, a large number of highly capable NPCs would usually appear, each tagged with many attributes.
Still, just randomly picking any of those NPCs to place somewhere didn’t seem to make a big difference, which was why they were often overlooked.
But now, He Fang was beginning to vaguely realize that the attributes of NPCs were actually very important. Putting the right attributes in the right positions was what truly made a difference, and this effect wasn’t immediate.
For example, if from the very first generation an NPC was honest and upright, then under their governance, the whole department would develop a certain culture. Their successors would be trained to continue that tradition, so over generations, the atmosphere would improve further, just like Guo Miaofeng.
Guo Miaofeng might not be smart, but his dedication and contribution to the main city were real and undeniable.
Especially after “Ruins Without Restart” went online with networking, all the NPCs could directly communicate, making things very user-friendly. He Fang then more deeply realized just how powerful NPCs really were.
Because he had encountered Bai Fu and seen Bai Fu’s demeanor, he decided he had to go find the deliveryman.
Although many people mocked gamers for being lost in a virtual world with no future, He Fang felt that often it was the core of the game that shaped one’s worldview. He saw the unchanging pure kindness inherent in people under various worldviews. The more he saw, the more he felt the world could be beautiful.
And this time, it was because of Bai Fu that He Fang gathered the courage. He absolutely could not ignore a sick person.
Then he very likely—really likely—might have gained a friend because of this.
He Fang looked longingly at the NPC beside him, who was like a living flame. She completely embodied the current most popular female character design in games. That kind of figure, He Fang had never seen anything like it in real life.
Even though it was just a game…
“Actually, how should I put it…” He Fang lowered his head slightly, unconsciously nervous. He found that even when facing an NPC, it was still hard for him to speak his mind. If this were an online game, anyone passing by would probably think he was crazy.
“Hmm?” Lu Hu’s long red hair swayed with her movement. Her signature hair-flipping gesture was as bold as ever. Under the sunlight, those fiery strands looked as if they were burning. It made He Fang instinctively tense up.
“I actually… really…” He Fang opened his mouth. It’s fine, he thought. It’s just a game anyway. “…really like you all.”
Because of his social anxiety, He Fang had always believed that he was a burden to his parents. From the moment he became aware of himself, he knew he was different from others. As time went on, to avoid making his parents hate him more, he hadn’t said the words ‘I like’ to anyone in real life for a very, very long time.
Lu Hu’s fingers paused slightly. Her usual bold, unrestrained smile faded for once, replaced by a rare look of kind curiosity. She lowered her head to look at this frail Creator, who had been developmentally stunted since childhood. For a moment, a strange emotion welled up in her heart.
They all knew what the Creator liked, or rather, they tried in every way they could to understand him, secretly observing his habits and gathering information, not because he had ever actually told them what he liked.
For example, they knew the Creator loved to drink cola because he drank it often and always went out to buy it.
They knew the Creator preferred meat over vegetables because whenever he ordered takeout, there was always a meat dish. Even when he tried something lighter and ordered vegetables, he’d still pair it with a dish of scrambled eggs.
Even if it was just a game, their Creator had finally, so clearly, expressed his own preferences within it.
Even Lu Hu, for a moment, was stunned.
He Fang noticed that Lu Hu, who was usually so good at responding, had suddenly fallen into an odd silence. His face flushed red at once, and he hurriedly waved his hands and explained, “No, I—I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not sexually harassing you or anything! I just meant—not like a romantic kind of ‘like’, I meant it like between friends! Please don’t misunderstand!”
Realizing the ambiguity in his words, He Fang instantly blanked out. Crap, what if they think I said something like sexual harassment and my account gets muted or banned by the system?
But Lu Hu, seeing their anxious and embarrassed Creator, suddenly cupped his cheeks and planted a kiss right on them.
With a face full of laughter, she pulled the Creator entirely into her embrace and chuckled, “Even if it is the romantic kind, I’m totally fine with it! City Lord, you don’t have to be so tense. Being this reserved just makes you so adorable, I almost want to gobble you up! It’s fine to be a little bold. You’re the City Lord, after all!”
This was, after all, the one with absolute authority over them.
In a place where He Fang couldn’t see, a trace of complex emotion and quiet relief flashed between Lu Hu’s brows, utterly different from her usual playfulness.
But suddenly, Lu Hu noticed a gaze nearby. She instantly realized who it was and immediately began rubbing against He Fang, nuzzling her face against his again and again, giggling while showing off to the one hidden in the shadows—the high-and-mighty Divine Lord whose nose had practically been stuck up in the clouds just earlier. A little teasing payback. After all, if she let him keep showing off all the time, wouldn’t that just be humiliating?
Lu Hu even leaned into the Creator on purpose, deliberately acting affectionate. She could clearly sense the waves of seething rage and jealousy rushing in from all directions. It made her absolutely delighted.
As she let go of He Fang, who knew if she was really just using the excuse of “getting back at the Divine Lord” or if she actually just wanted an excuse to snuggle up to their Creator?
He Fang brought Lu Hu along as he inspected the farmland designated for Angel City’s residents. The fields, once chaotic and unorganized, had now been fully developed into the kind of land they truly needed. All around, the internal “Sparks” of Angel City had already been planted.
Just as He Fang had predicted, the “Sparks” could survive unconditionally on his land. Every single plant was growing perfectly. As expected, land paid for with money could truly allow fearless cultivation.
He Fang noticed a figure in the fields at that moment—a silhouette he was very familiar with. Suddenly, he called out, “Yuan Sanjin.”
Yuan Sanjin, who had been bent over observing the plants, clearly doing something with them, immediately turned around at the sound of his voice. Her eyes were full of surprise, as if she hadn’t expected He Fang to come here at all.
“City Lord!” Yuan Sanjin ran over at once. She’d been tanned by the sun. Though she hadn’t been very pretty to begin with, the suntan gave her an added air of brightness and vitality.
“What are you doing?” He Fang asked.
“I’m studying the growth cycles of different plants in the Holy Soil.” Yuan Sanjin’s eyes sparkled.
“Holy Soil?” This was the first time He Fang had heard that term.
“It’s what we call this miraculous land,” Yuan Sanjin explained. “Any kind of plant can be cultivated here with ease, and absolutely none of them die. Their growth cycles are also exceptionally short. This must be land blessed by the Divine Lord!” She pressed her lips together, showing a slightly bashful, shy smile.
He Fang’s expression turned a bit odd. He had already shown Yuan Sanjin his city. Why was she still attributing all this to the landmarks? As expected of someone who believes in gods, no matter what happens, she always thinks of divine intervention.
“How has the planting been going during this period?” He Fang asked.
Yuan Sanjin nodded happily. “It’s never been this easy before. This land doesn’t require many people to tend to each plant. Seeds that were once incredibly hard to obtain are now within easy reach—that’s a huge improvement! When I’m farming this land, sometimes I even forget how hard it used to be to maintain the ‘Sparks’.”
He Fang looked at Yuan Sanjin under the sunlight. Perhaps because the sun was shining directly into her eyes, she raised her hand to block the glare and squinted as she gazed out over the vast expanse of land. In her eyes was a rare expression of peace.
He Fang secretly took a peek at Yuan Sanjin’s attribute panel. Although the details weren’t clear, he could vaguely see that it had started to show some color.
“Yuan Sanjin,” He Fang suddenly asked, “now that all the ‘Sparks’ have been moved into the fields, what are the people of Angel City doing these days?”
Yuan Sanjin froze for a moment. Her previously relaxed and cheerful smile suddenly took on a hint of bitterness. She looked at He Fang with a strange expression and gave an awkward laugh, saying, “As expected of the City Lord. Even though we haven’t told you anything, you’ve already noticed something unusual?”
He Fang: “?”
He Fang hadn’t expected that such a casual question would somehow dig up some hidden secret.
“Spill it,” He Fang said. He definitely didn’t have the ability to give her any subtle hint to encourage an explanation—he had no idea what was going on. So now, He Fang was doing his best to keep his expression calm and act as though he already knew everything, trying to maintain his mysterious and knowledgeable image as City Lord. He couldn’t lose face to the landmark.
Lu Hu, standing to the side, clearly saw through He Fang’s awkwardness. The curve of her lips revealed an obvious smile. Her fox-like eyes glanced at Yuan Sanjin, clearly with a bit of a warning in them.
That one glance from Lu Hu startled Yuan Sanjin so much that she instantly straightened up and dared not entertain any further thoughts.
She looked up at the blazing sun. The scorching rays beat down across the entire land. After thinking for a moment, Yuan Sanjin said, “City Lord and Minister Lu Hu, would you like to visit Angel City? The sun is too intense right now; we can’t let the City Lord be roasted out here.”
Lu Hu half-squinted her eyes and smiled. “You really do know how to play your cards.”
“If you think the sun is too harsh, then why aren’t you wearing a hat?” He Fang looked at Yuan Sanjin, whose skin had tanned under the sun, and thought it reminded him of when Min Zhizhou had sunburned him so badly he was peeling.
“Mm, it’s just… whenever I think about how we’re so close to the Nightmare Beast Forest, and yet there’s no fear at all of being attacked by Nightmare Beasts, that feeling of being able to stay here without worry… It’s so enchanting, so captivating,” Yuan Sanjin said.
He Fang looked at Yuan Sanjin and sighed inwardly. As expected, every person holds a deep yearning for a world of true freedom.
Because he had been so busy managing the integration between Arrival City and Hope City, He Fang hadn’t visited Angel City in quite some time. But this time, the feeling he got when stepping into Angel City was completely different from before.
All the small climate simulation pods, once used to store the “Sparks” in Angel City, had been shut down. Lights in unused areas had been turned off to conserve power. The once brightly lit and vibrant spaces were no longer beautiful or alive. The feeling He Fang got upon arriving here could only be described as gloomy and lifeless.
“Why aren’t the lights on?” He Fang asked.
From behind him, Yuan Sanjin replied, “Because there’s no longer any need. Back then, Angel City kept its lights on all the time so that any visiting guests could see the Sparks they might want to invest in. But now, no more visitors come here. All equipment that doesn’t need to be used has been shut down.”
He Fang nodded in understanding. Thanks to the fertile land he had cultivated, the preservation of the Sparks no longer required these complicated and energy-consuming simulation pods, huh?
He Fang once again came to the greenhouse where he had previously met the former City Lord of Angel City. Unlike the rest of the place, the greenhouse was still being maintained. At a glance, He Fang saw the elderly man, Yuan Feng. The old man was quietly tending to the plants in the greenhouse, appearing no different from how he had been before.
“Grandfather, the City Lord is here. Maybe we can brew a cup of tea for him,” Yuan Sanjin said to the old man.
The elderly man looked up and, upon seeing He Fang, bowed deeply and respectfully, his face full of wrinkles.
When it came to tea, He Fang usually thought of milk tea. Pure tea leaves weren’t really something he appreciated much. But to his surprise, the taste was pleasantly fragrant. It wasn’t the clear, sugary sweetness of milk tea, but a lingering aftertaste, rich and aromatic, that somehow lifted his mood with every sip.
“This is a very unique kind of tea,” Yuan Sanjin quietly explained to He Fang. “It was once an investment crop from another city. It’s extremely rare and incredibly difficult to produce. Only one tin of it can be harvested each year.” Then, she pushed a small item that looked like a piece of pastry toward He Fang. “This is Angel City’s famous pastry. You have to place a reservation more than three months in advance because the meat used in it comes from rare birds, which are hard to obtain.”
He Fang took a bite of the pastry, lowering his gaze thoughtfully. Indeed, the taste was mild, with the subtle flavor of the meat blending seamlessly with the faint sweetness of the tea. They complemented each other perfectly.
“It’s very good. Even I think it’s delicious.” In a post-apocalyptic world, having this level of refinement in food was truly rare.
“These foods used to be extremely precious to us. But now that we have the Holy Soil, both the quality and yield of these items have improved dramatically.” Yuan Sanjin’s fingers curled inward slightly, her expression complex and conflicted. “It should have been a good thing…”
—It should have been a good thing.
That one sentence suddenly made something click in He Fang’s mind. Remembering the earlier questions, He Fang suddenly understood.
Angel City had once been the so-called “luxury goods” city. Their goal all along had been to maintain the glamorous image of high-end products. But He Fang had turned all of those luxury items into mere commodities, bubbles that popped on contact.
With the things they had always done now rendered unnecessary and their core effort and mindset stripped away, the only thing they had left was faith in their god.
“All the jobs that used to require a whole team of people now only need a few to handle. So now, most of Angel City’s residents are throwing themselves into land expansion, but there are too many people. With a population of 800,000, the current land is far from enough,” Yuan Sanjin said. She knew their peaceful life now came from divine blessing, but that didn’t erase the fact that they had lost their sense of direction and purpose. “A lot of people now… are lost.”
A population of 800,000… Just that number alone was more than twice the combined population of the main city and Hope City. Many people who once kept the mobile city running had now lost all the roles they used to fill.
“People from Arrival City are all working hard to find what they want to do. Why can’t you?” Lu Hu took a casual sip of her tea as she spoke, the proud tilt of her eyes carrying a sharp edge of accusation directed at Yuan Sanjin.
“We know that, but…” Yuan Sanjin fell silent.
“Is it because the people of Angel City believe that, even in the apocalypse, they’ve lived better than those from other cities? And so, deep down, they take pride in that, and now can’t bring themselves to lower their heads and learn from the elderly, sick, and weak of Hope City?” Lu Hu spoke without the slightest intention of saving Yuan Sanjin’s dignity. Her voice was sharp by nature. The words she uttered left Yuan Sanjin utterly ashamed. “Seeing Hope City improving day by day, while Angel City grows lifeless and stagnant, is that contrast too much for your pride to bear?”
Arrogance.
That word suddenly floated into He Fang’s mind.
Arrogance was a trait etched deep into human nature.
Though Angel City had never been considered a powerful city, it had once held a certain pride of its own. Now, that pride had been shattered. Everything they had once held onto had crumbled. And as they watched those they once looked down on grow stronger step by step, the psychological blow was unbearable. Those who had once held every advantage were now faced with a weakness they had never imagined.
Was it just a mental block?
He Fang considered this. In truth, such a situation was completely normal.
“You’ve gained safety now. If even then you still can’t find your own value and meaning, are you expecting someone else to plan your future for you?” Lu Hu’s voice remained merciless. “Maybe you’ve just gotten used to being puppets and forgotten you’re still humans capable of thought.”
“We’ve simply changed too quickly,” said Yuan Feng, who had remained silent until now. Seeing his granddaughter so discouraged and defeated, unable to guide Angel City forward, he finally spoke up in her defense. “Many of us haven’t been able to adapt to our new roles yet. Maybe… maybe we just need a little more time.”
Lu Hu looked displeased. “Do you know how much wealth I could’ve generated with the time you’ve wasted?”
“Pfft—” He Fang suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea.
Lu Hu turned to look at He Fang in confusion, clearly not understanding what exactly she’d said that caused such a dramatic reaction. The always confident minister of finance was, for once, wearing a completely bewildered expression.
He Fang coughed twice. He hadn’t done it on purpose. He just didn’t expect that one day he’d hear words like that come out of Lu Hu’s mouth. For a moment, he had a vivid flashback to those domineering CEO dramas on television. He truly hadn’t expected to witness a live reenactment.
TV drama?
Hmm?
Something suddenly sparked in He Fang’s mind.
“We also want to find a good solution,” Yuan Sanjin said quietly, “But for now, we can’t break free from our current mindset. And… because when we used to travel, we always had some element of sales in every interaction, people from Hope City tend to dislike us when we try to communicate with them.”
She seemed genuinely discouraged. These habits, formed over time and deeply rooted in their way of life, were not so easy to change.
“Tsks…” Lu Hu now also found the situation tricky. “Angel City is a very good commercial city. But where in the world do you see more sellers than buyers?”
It was clear now that the population issue had become Angel City’s greatest obstacle.
He Fang looked at Yuan Sanjin and suddenly said, “I remember that the people of Angel City have always had quite good looks and manners.”
Yuan Sanjin froze, obviously caught off guard. She awkwardly nodded. “Since we were responsible for receiving customers, we had to make sure our appearance didn’t turn them away. At the very least, we had to leave a good first impression… but of course, we’re still no match for the people in your main city, City Lord.”
A commercial city… a commercial city… TV dramas…
He Fang turned to look at Lu Hu.
Lu Hu looked even more confused than before.
He Fang remembered that people in the main city had access to television and the internet.
They’d had it ever since the population reached thirty thousand.
Suddenly, He Fang asked, “Lu Hu, when you all watch TV, what kind of stuff do you usually watch?”
Lu Hu froze for a second, like her system had crashed.
He Fang followed up, “And what about the internet? What kind of content do you guys browse online?”
Lu Hu’s expression gradually stiffened.
For the first time ever, Lu Hu found herself at a loss for words because she genuinely had no idea how to explain this.
After all, their televisions and networks were mostly for show. The TVs were generally used to broadcast major events, and phones were basically just used to scroll through videos of the City Lord and to facilitate internal city communication.
As for television and the internet, all of that had always been controlled by the Divine Lord. The Divine Lord was the only person who could still connect to the Creator’s real world. Now, every piece of information the Creator saw was content that the Divine Lord had filtered and approved.
To put it bluntly, they didn’t even have an entertainment company.
Seeing Lu Hu uncharacteristically zoning out, He Fang began seriously considering the issue as well.
Because from the beginning, He Fang had built his city by replicating his old small-town life in exact proportion. And how could a small town like that possibly have a real entertainment industry? That’s when He Fang suddenly realized: his entire city didn’t have any sort of entertainment culture at all!
He Fang was stunned.
Come to think of it, every time he left “Ruins Without Restart” on auto-run, he never even heard music playing!
As a city-building game, wasn’t it just about constructing buildings? Who would think to deliberately develop entertainment and culture? He Fang had never even considered building an amusement park in the main city. And that’s why there were so few places for people to spend money, resulting in citizens stockpiling unlimited amounts of disposable income.
Entertainment culture is a highly important industry. Even in a post-apocalyptic world, there are still people who want to enjoy life.
In the real world, countries export their cultures—mention anime, and a certain country comes to mind; mention idol groups, and another country is immediately associated. These forms of culture serve as channels for international exchange, powerful tools for diplomacy, and symbols of soft power.
Angel City had good foundational conditions and had always excelled at interacting with people. Back when He Fang was guided around the city by tour guides, he’d noticed how these people were highly skilled at reading others’ mental states. Perhaps… this was an opportunity.
Let Angel City engage in cultural creation, then use mercenaries to spread it for free. That would essentially serve as a form of advertisement. If the culture developed well in the future, He Fang could even turn Angel City into a tourist destination again, or transform it directly into a movie city. In a way, that was already Angel City’s old line of work.
He Fang thought for a moment, then suddenly asked Lu Hu, “Do we currently have enough funds to completely renovate Angel City?”
Lu Hu raised her brows slightly, her fingertips brushing past her flame-like hair. She smiled faintly and said, “That depends on what kind of renovation you mean.”
“A full overhaul!” He Fang said.
“That might be a little difficult at the moment. People from Arrival City have already used up too much of our funds,” Lu Hu said bluntly.
“I see.” It was within expectations. He Fang tapped his fingers on the table and asked, “What do you think about simply developing Angel City into an entertainment hub—filming movies, TV shows, creating songs, literary works, and so on?”
“Hmm?” Lu Hu seemed to have never considered such a possibility. She tilted her head, thinking carefully.
“Later, we can push our works to the outside world and let other cities be exposed to and accept our culture,” He Fang added.
Lu Hu felt this suggestion was quite worth considering. After all, when it came to making money, she was always sharp. And it was true—entertainment culture was one of the easiest ways to draw in cash. Its power was so overwhelming, it could even bring about destruction.
“That’s impossible,” came an unexpected rejection from Yuan Sanjin, who spoke first.
“What’s wrong? You’re unwilling to do this?” He Fang asked.
“How do people nowadays have the time or money to enjoy such things? These are nothing more than privileges reserved for those at the top,” Yuan Sanjin replied, her tone pessimistic about He Fang’s ideas due to her deeper understanding of the post-apocalyptic world. “Even if we really want to do these things, just figuring out how to spread them would be a huge problem. What’s more, each city has strict controls. As for the internet, the internet is under heavy regulation. Ordinary people can’t use it at all.”
“No,” He Fang said seriously, “what I truly need isn’t the initial bit of money, but long-term communication.”
“The future will definitely change. It won’t always stay a post-apocalyptic world. Just like before you met me… Would you have ever believed the Nightmare Beast Forest would disappear?”
Yuan Sanjin and Yuan Feng were both stunned when they heard that.
Clearly, to them, He Fang and the existence of the Main City represented an unfathomable mystery of the world.
“Right now, currency is still circulating. After all, it’s impossible to distribute equal goods to every single person. As long as money exists, there’s a way to trade. And people will always need spiritual enjoyment. Just like how even a poor person might enjoy a good glass of wine now and then to relieve stress.” He Fang thought of real life and unconsciously smiled.
Whenever he saw ordinary people on the internet showing genuine joy over small moments of entertainment, it made him happy, too.
Yuan Sanjin lowered her head, her emotions complex. “Ordinary people aren’t allowed to drink. It’s unthinkable to waste electricity watching movies. They aren’t even qualified to touch books. Maybe they can hum a few songs, but even that is difficult.”
“It is very difficult.” He Fang didn’t deny that trying to promote entertainment culture in a post-apocalyptic world was a challenge. “That’s why I need to discuss this with the research institute and see if there’s a good solution.”
Maybe Zhu Yan could come up with a good idea. For example, a hand-cranked music player? It’s already the end of the world, and they’ve reached the realm of gods; maybe there were still many undiscovered possibilities.
“Lu Hu, take a look at how much funding we can allocate to the research institute for development while still maintaining our current stability,” He Fang proactively said to her. “Yuan Sanjin, don’t give up on your original line of work just yet. See if you can cultivate the kind of plants that only grow perfectly in the Holy Soil to also survive in normal soil.”
If his vision succeeded and Angel City was transformed into a movie city, then these rare “sparks” might one day add vibrant colors to the city. When that time came, Angel City could truly become the world’s number one tourist destination.
Culture was incredibly important. He Fang needed to start thinking seriously about how to successfully shape the cultural identity of his city!
He Fang decided to log off for now and begin by searching the internet for all the courses that matched with entertainment culture, then implement them into the school curriculum. After that, he’d encourage those in Angel City who were interested to go and study them.
This lifeless Angel City also needed a full makeover. If possible, it should be redesigned with the vision of a tourist city or a film city in mind. And if the entertainment sector develops successfully in the future, they could even think about expanding the city further. Many entertainment facilities, even amusement parks, could be directly built inside Angel City!
People needed to relax. A certain amount of entertainment would surely boost the happiness of residents in all cities, perhaps even the entire post-apocalyptic world of mobile cities. He Fang felt that what he was about to undertake was nothing short of a grand and noble project.
But before all that, everyone would need to go through proper training. So He Fang dove headfirst into the massive task of gathering information.
Watching He Fang suddenly vanish into thin air, Yuan Sanjin’s eyes widened. “So… the City Lord is also a god?”
Lu Hu cast Yuan Sanjin a half-smiling glance, then leaned lazily on her hand and continued sipping her tea. “Of course. The City Lord is the true god. He is the Creator, the one to whom we swear eternal loyalty.”
Lu Hu was in a great mood. After all, she had just heard that their Creator was about to launch an incredibly grand money-making plan. She was absolutely thrilled. Looking at the two stunned people before her, Lu Hu narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Did you catch what he was really saying?” Lu Hu asked.
Yuan Sanjin paused, carefully trying to recall He Fang’s words. Unfortunately, her intellect didn’t quite allow her to grasp the deeper meaning behind them.
“Our beloved Creator is going to influence the entire world,” Lu Hu said, half-closing her eyes, the corners tinged red with passionate devotion and admiration for the Creator. When she heard the Creator casually say he would spread culture to all cities, she could already see that perfect being rising to become the ruler of the entire world. “Such an adorable Creator, always bewitching his followers.”
While Lu Hu was lost in her obsession, Yuan Sanjin and Yuan Feng were filled with nothing but uncontainable shock.
Influence the entire world?
In this post-apocalyptic era?
What they thought would be an ordinary conversation today had completely surpassed their understanding. It left them stunned, unable to recover for quite some time.
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wow, it’s gonna get exciting again!!
I wonder how this will go!