Guangzhou Deep-Water Port

Lin Chen walked out of Yangcheng People's Hospital at 7 p.m.

He spent four hours screening and testing the medical staff. But the results were enormous.

This medical team of over two hundred people will become a vital force in his future profit-making endeavors, and will also be key to maintaining population health, improving quality of life, and ensuring the team's combat effectiveness. The long-term returns on this "investment" are immeasurable.

He determined his direction, his figure blending into the deepening night, and continued scavenging for supplies in the city center.

After finishing his business, he set off south, heading towards the most important part of his journey: the deep-water port, the largest economic lifeline and vital passage for goods in Guangzhou!

In his blueprint, once the mountains of containers and the massive ships docked in the port are cleared, along with the resources previously collected from the city's major supply points, the "public supply reserves" that the remaining survivors of Guangzhou can rely on will be almost completely depleted. This is in addition to the massive amounts of supplies smuggled from the United States and other countries.

At that time, the survivors will face a stark reality: Want to survive? Sure. Want food and clean water? Sure.

But the price is—to exchange it for zombie crystal cores.

He will establish a simple exchange system using "zombie cores" as currency. Want to obtain food, clean water, medicine, or even a relatively safe place to live? Either hunt zombies and exchange them for cores, or demonstrate your skills and value by working for him.

Thinking back to his past life, in peacetime he was like countless ordinary people, swept up in the torrent of "996" and "007," squeezed to the bone by the invisible rules of capital. Countless people were exhausted from paying mortgages, car loans, children's education, and parents' medical care... Lin Chen's smile became complicated, and in the end he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It's true what they say, fortunes change.

Now, in this post-apocalyptic world where order has collapsed and power reigns supreme, he, Lin Chen, is rapidly climbing towards becoming the "strongest resource controller in the post-apocalyptic world," thanks to his rebirth as a prophet and the Primordial Creation Pearl.

Holding resources, setting rules, selecting talent, and driving others... This logic is essentially very similar to capital operations in peacetime, only more blatant, more direct, and more... efficient.

As for whether anyone was dissatisfied and attempted to band together to seize his supplies?

Oh.

Lin Chen felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.

He held the Primordial Creation Pearl, containing enough Creation Crystals to guarantee the awakening of A-level superpowers, as well as Life Crystals that could elevate life levels and aid in breakthroughs. As long as he had enough zombie crystal cores, he could mass-produce an army of superpowered individuals loyal to him! And they would start at A-level, with S-level not being a pipe dream, and the awakening success rate would be almost 100%!

What does this mean?

This means that as long as he is willing and has enough "raw materials", he can create a terrifying force in a short period of time, with all members being superhumans and their average level far exceeding the current post-apocalyptic level!

Let alone the scattered and struggling small forces in Guangzhou today, even if all the survivors of the city united, they would be nothing more than chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable, in front of a "superhuman legion" that he personally created and is absolutely loyal.

More zombie crystal cores mean he can create more and stronger superhumans faster; a stronger legion means more efficient and safer extermination and collection; more crystal cores can also accelerate the evolution of the Primordial Creation Pearl itself, unlocking more mysterious functions and producing more spirit crystals...

This is a perfect, snowball-like positive cycle!

Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt a lightness throughout his body, as if the fatigue of the past few days had vanished, and he moved with a brisk pace. As he hurried through the streets shrouded in night and dotted with scattered zombies, he unconsciously hummed a long-forgotten melody, a tune filled with the marks of an era, in a voice only he could hear—

"Gently awaken your sleeping soul, slowly open your eyes... and see if this busy world is still spinning on and on, all alone..."

……

Guangzhou Deepwater Port, Container Terminal Area.

The silence here is almost eerily quiet.

Thanks to highly automated loading and unloading equipment and intelligent management systems, even in peacetime, the number of workers directly engaged in manual labor at this modern port stretching for several kilometers is relatively limited.

On the day the blood rain broke out, most staff were in control rooms, offices, or relatively enclosed mechanical cabins, and the number of people directly exposed to the rain was far lower than in the city center and residential areas.

Therefore, the number of zombies wandering around the docks is "sparse" compared to the terrifying scene of people crowding together in the city.

Looking around, there were only a few dozen zombies dressed in port work clothes or security uniforms, wandering aimlessly among the mountains of container yards. Their figures were elongated under the pale dock lights, making them look like drifting ghosts.

Lin Chen moved like a black lightning bolt merging into the night, swiftly traversing this cold and orderly "forest" constructed of steel containers.

"receive!"

"receive!"

"receive!"

One by one, the shipping containers vanished into thin air the instant his thoughts swept over them.

Inside were soybeans, corn, and wheat from the Americas; high-quality iron ore and coal from Australia; natural rubber, palm oil, and tropical timber from Southeast Asia; precision instruments, high-end auto parts, and luxury goods from Europe… Of course, there were also large quantities of “Made in China” products ready for export—full ships and containers still unopened of new energy vehicles, industrial drones, high-end machine tools, core robot components, consumer electronics, and textiles…

He didn't even spare the massive ocean-going freighters, those 10,000-ton vessels moored in their berths like steel islands. He would swiftly ascend the gangway, confirming the bridge and engine room were empty, then he would take them, along with their cargo (mostly grain, ore, and other bulk commodities), into his space! Several medium-sized freighters and container ships met the same fate.

In this round of "sweeping," he seized at least tens of millions of tons of diverse goods from all over the world!

Although many of these are raw materials, semi-finished products, or precision parts that require professional assembly and debugging and cannot be used directly for the time being, Lin Chen firmly believes that as time goes by and the base gathers talent, these things will eventually be transformed into real productivity, combat effectiveness, and even quality of life.

He didn't know—

On the third floor of the port office building, in a monitoring room marked "Intelligent Dispatch Center," a pair of beautiful and sharp eyes were staring intently at the dozens of segmented monitoring screens in front of them.

His pupils contracted and dilated sharply at the sight displayed on the screen, filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

In the footage captured by the high-definition camera: on the yard, heavy containers disappeared without warning, one after another, as if wiped away by an invisible giant hand; next to the berth, several 10,000-ton giant ships that were like city landmarks also faded and disappeared like a mirage after a blurry distortion of light and shadow, leaving only an empty water surface and ripples in the original place!

This completely transcends common sense in physics and cannot be explained by any known technology!

"This...this is...alien technology? Or...the descent of a god? Space folding? Storage magic treasure?" The woman in front of the monitoring console murmured to herself, her voice dry and trembling slightly from shock.

Her long, slender fingers gripped the hem of her business suit tightly. Her heart pounded like a drum, threatening to burst from her chest. Cold sweat had already silently soaked her back.