In Mingguang Base City, among countless post-apocalyptic modern metal-style buildings, there stands an antique green-tiled building, with an octagonal flying phoenix eaves, wooden walls with gold-painted phoenixes, a half-foot-high vermilion threshold, and a jade lion holding a bead at the door.

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There is a black gold plaque with a dragon and a snake written on it, and the three golden characters of Jiushan Palace are written on it.

Judging from the name, this is a restaurant.

Pedestrians with a strong aura and well-dressed clothes, some were talking loudly, some were walking in a hurry, but when they passed the gate of Jiushan Palace, they all glanced at him with envy subconsciously.

"Dong, dong, dong dong,"

The plaque on the Jiushan Palace trembled slightly, and a sound like the heartbeat of an ancient giant beast came from inside the Jiushan Palace. It had a strange rhythm hidden in it, low and spread far and wide.

"Boom, boom."

Anyone who hears this sound will feel a rush of blood pouring into his pupils, his mind will be boiling, and he will feel unhappy.

"Congratulations to Mr. Deng Yuan, the third level of mutation!!"

At the same time, a shout came from the Jiushan Palace and resounded throughout the street.

"boom."

The crowd was boiling, and their envious, jealous, and longing eyes drifted toward this ancient building that was said to be left over from before the cataclysm, wishing they could replace it with their own bodies.

In the Jiushan Palace, nine heavy drumming sounds came from the drum sound.

After a while, a man wearing a school officer's military uniform strode out of the gate of Jiushan Palace with a happy face.

He raised his head, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply to the black gold plaque of Jiushan Palace. After half a minute, he raised his body, got into a giant modified off-road vehicle, and drove away.

"People from the garrison..."

"Third-level mutant! Hiss..."

Another middle-aged man smiled sarcastically. Seeing people looking at him, he said proudly, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is Lord Deng Yuan of the military's second hunting team, the Blood-Slaying Special Forces. No."

By the age of thirty, you will already be a third-level mutant, you are so young and promising!"

"Yeah yeah"

"I wonder if Master Deng Yuan has ever been married? Did he take concubines?"

"My niece is naturally beautiful. Do you have a chance to meet Lord Deng Yuan?"

People were talking a lot.

"I only broke through to the third level at the age of twenty-nine. I'm afraid there will be no hope of reaching the fourth level in this life."

A discordant voice came from the crowd.

"Hey, I dare to ask this servant, what level of mutant are you now?"

"That's right, who is this person? He is dressed sloppily and his tone is not bad."

It’s a bit embarrassing if someone else hears what you say in your heart.

There was no talk of envy, jealousy, or hatred. After all, Lin Chou was not even a mutant. He could only look up to him and sigh casually.

He threw the two bags of garbage in his hands into the garbage pile and ran back to the Mingguang Training Hall.

After returning to the training hall, Lin Chou gritted his teeth and looked at the plaque of Jiushan Palace opposite, his eyes blood red.

"Sooner or later, I will hang this plaque on the beam of my latrine!"

Feud, absolute feud!

The black and strong Xia Dasha was carrying two bags of garbage. He smiled silly at Lin Chou and said, "Brother Chou, why don't you leave? You'll miss breakfast."

Lin Chou sighed, "The restaurant will be closed in the next few days, it won't be long before now."

I have been busy since last night until midnight, and my whole body feels like it is falling apart.

Xia Dasha chirped, "Oh, it's closed."

Xia Dasha watched Lin Chou leave the Mingguang Tactical Training Hall in a bit of a state of despair, and scratched his head, "Did Brother Chou not eat? Well, it must be..."

...

Lin Chou is a little-known person. If it weren't for the fact that a humanoid species called "Otaku" has been extinct for two centuries, he must be one of them.

In Lin Chou's Pythagorean Alley, there was a half-dead, dilapidated store with a crooked iron plaque of the Lin Family Restaurant, the only legacy left to him by his father.

There are eight tin tabletops, but only three benches. The roof often leaks, and the mouse holes in the corners are covered with spider webs and hung with a lot of dust, proving that even mice are unwilling to settle in the store or have packed up their bed and run away to escape famine.

Already.

Pythagorean Alley is one of the inconspicuous alleys in the slums. It is one of the first buildings that were reassembled from the ruins of Dongsheng City after the zombie apocalypse in the past two hundred years.

It is said that Minguang Base City started from this alley and advanced step by step to kill and expel the living corpses, then built the city and built the separation wall, which is very memorable.

However, this is of no use. Most of the people living in Pythagorean Alley are ants who dare not even leave the three gates of the base city.

These people are like worker ants, doing complicated and heavy physical labor every day in exchange for three meals a day to support their families.

Lin Chou's family belongs to three generations. Starting from his father's generation, he opened this small restaurant. It took decades to pay off the mortgage.

People often say that after all hardships come joys, when the mortgage was paid off, Lin Chou's father, who never drank, got drunk~~ When you are successful in life, you must have all the fun, and when it is worth celebrating, you should celebrate it.

In a drunken dream, Lin Chou's father actually began to mutate. If Lin Chou's father mutates successfully, the fate of the two fathers and sons will undergo earth-shaking changes. They will escape from the quagmire of Pythagorean Alley and fly up the branches to become phoenixes.

Unfortunately, the unconscious father did not survive the ordeal.

In a flash, Lin Chou became an adult.

After the age of twenty, there is basically no hope of becoming a mutant in this life. Examples of Lin Chou's father are almost rare. The golden age of mutation is generally between 15 and 20 years old.

Lin Chou is also used to going to the No. 11 vegetable market in Base City every day, buying some tattered vegetable leaves and rat meat that are not appreciated by people with a little money. Occasionally, a few sparrows or half a pound of wild boar are considered rare delicacies.

, compared to others, at least Lin Chou can have enough food and clothing, and does not have to sell his dignity for his livelihood.

Of course, no one will look at me differently...

At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Chou would prepare a meal and open it on time. Today's menu would be written as neatly as possible on a tattered wooden board to provide breakfast for those alley residents who got up early to work, even though few people were willing to pay for this meal.

At noon, the main customers are children.

The Mingguang base city pays for every child's lunch, and the principle of proximity applies to meals, so noon is also the time when Lin Chou's business is the best.

The importance that Base City attaches to children is quite outrageous. Contraceptive pills and condoms rank first among the things that have been artificially disappearing from people's sight for two hundred years in the last two hundred years.

Abortion is absolutely prohibited. Even if a pregnant woman has an abortion, there are extremely strict declaration procedures and layers of reviews. Once it is found that this is not the case, the person involved may be punished by hanging.

The reason is very simple. The base city needs force and mutants and awakened people to provide strong defense force. Every child has the possibility of becoming an evolver.

On the day of the Cataclysm, when the surviving humans discovered that living corpses could mate and give birth to offspring, their despair could not be described in words.

In the zombie apocalypse, on December 31, 2019, 73.1% of the world's population became walking zombies. Their eyesight was severely degraded, their sense of smell and hearing were extremely sensitive, they were bloodthirsty, they hated humans, and they were extremely aggressive. At the beginning,

Human beings were once unable to resist the living corpses and were reduced to nothing more than food.

There was no dawn on January 1, 2020, and dark red clouds were gathering in the entire sky. Animals, plants, and the entire world had just opened a new label for the cataclysmic day.

Under such a catastrophe, the last surviving humans in the world were less than 110 million, accounting for 0.83%.

At the same time, human reproduction capacity has declined significantly, and the birth rate of newborns will approach zero infinitely within thirty years after the end of the world.

Ten years later, the first generation of living corpse larvae was discovered. At the same time, people with awakened talents and mutants began to appear among humans. Their combat capabilities were vastly different from ordinary people and were extremely powerful.

The extreme evolution of mankind has prevented catastrophe, and those with awakened talents and mutants are both called the "sons of mankind in the new era."

To this day, more than 190 years later, those with awakened talents and mutants are still the main force in fighting against the living zombies.

"Dawn of the New Era Plan! Every child will be the mainstay of the base city in the future. Let the children eat well, play well, and live a good life! Grow in happiness, mutate in happiness, and awaken in happiness!"

Lin Chou retracted his gaze and looked at the large-character advertisement posted on the wall by the Development and Survival Committee of the Base City.

This small pictorial represents that Lin Chou's small restaurant is an officially recognized implementation unit of the New Dawn Plan. Every month, you can receive a certain proportion of food subsidies from the Coordination Department of the Development Committee with receipts - roughly half of the food subsidies are provided by the children's families.

Fund half.

It was very rare today. Lin Chou bought a grass snake for fifteen circulation points. It weighed ten kilograms and was more than five meters long.

The circulation point is an emerging currency after Mingguang Base City reorganized its order, and its purchasing power is quite pragmatic.

Snake meat is a rare thing. It is a great supplement and can be used to improve the diet of a bunch of brats. Even Lin Chou himself has not tasted meat for a week.

It's only two thumbs thick, but has a snake body of more than five meters long. This black and white cauliflower snake looks particularly magical.

Lin Chou held the snake's lower jaw and killed it with one knife while it kept squirming and struggling.

In the apocalypse, even the pickiest children will not have any resistance to meat. Some children even dream of eating rat meat every meal.

Yes, rat meat.

The most common and cheapest meat in slums. Rats are easy to raise, mature quickly, have strong fertility, and have low mutation rates. They are suitable for ordinary people to raise and eat. The meat of rats is tender and has a strong earthy smell. It is an ideal source of protein.

"Brother Chou, I heard from dad that there is snake meat to eat today?"

"Great! I've never eaten snake meat before!"

A little girl looked at Lin Chou longingly, her dark eyes shining brightly, and said with longing, "Brother Chou, I heard from my father that eating snake meat can mutate children! I want an extra piece of meat!"

"I also want!"
To be continued...