On the day when global radiation dust covered the sky, Bai Lian opened the frozen supermarket rolling shutter door, and the shelves were empty - except for his sister, who was holding the last half tube of nutritional cream in minus 40 degrees Celsius, her lips turned purple from the cold.
The next second, he pointed his palm at the frozen soil ruins, and the gene-edited seed bank buried in the soil began to grow wildly.
Others are grabbing the last can of cans in the wasteland, while the third crop of artificially cultivated golden wheat waves has been harvested in Bai Lian's constant-temperature bunker. When the doomsday bosses drove armored vehicles to rob each other for fuel, he was using the mutated earthworm protein blocks he cultivated to replace the remaining nuclear batteries in the strongman's base.
