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Chapter 639 - 636:

Chapter 639: Chapter 636: "He will definitely win.[Beacon Shelter evolves into a Level 4 Domain.]

[Daily recruitment of members: 80 people/day (can be increased through warfare, population plunder, church expansion, and other means)]

[Daily resource collection capacity: Water resources 100 units (current reserve location: underground river), food resources: none (lacking fixed farmland), transportation fuel: 20 units (trade partners: Zone Thirteen gathering place, Zone Eighteen gathering place), firearms: none (must be produced by members)]

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Tretiya pushed open an iron door—this building flew a small blood-red flag, marking the "Command Post."

By the long table, Su Ming’an was flipping through Xike documents in his hands, formulating the optimum plan for weapon modification.

He had also received an unexpected gift—a personal terminal resembling a laptop. The terminal contained Beacon’s work logs, communication records of various units, three-dimensional maps, risk response plans, and other modules. He posted the preliminary firearms modification plans, instructing Beacon’s lead technicians to study them.

If given time, with three to five years, he was confident he could lead this group of people to regain humanity’s dominant position, but he had only ten days left...

The gap between Beacon and the Deity factions was large enough to induce despair.

"Teacher, night has fallen," Tretiya said, removing her felt hat, her hair laced with silver-white snow.

"Hmm," Su Ming’an tapped at the keyboard.

"I’ve brewed you a cup of tea," Tretiya said.

She set a pot of hot tea on the table; the tea poured into the cup, swirling with snow-like circles, silver and translucent.

Looking at the beautiful cup of tea, Su Ming’an thought of Lv Shu, whose tea artistry was the most useless skill he possessed.

"What tea is this?" he asked.

"It doesn’t have a name yet, it’s my new re

"Lv Shu?" Su Ming’an called out.

"..."

With stiff movements, Lv Shu looked up, his dull eyes fixing on Su Ming’an.

The flickering white light of the room infiltrated his pupils, accentuating the blood-red stillness within them.