Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

198: Chapter 198 Meeting LaunchAs the first node on the surface to build a complete defensive structure amidst the acid rain, Tianlang Mountain became the origin point of the ”Life Dome Project.”

Other Shelters would not be merged, transferred, or lose their authority; they would only synchronize water purification, defense, and survival links.

Data would be shared, ecology complemented, and systems mutually supported, forming humanity’s final multi-point support line.

Duan Heng looked at Ye Nanxing and slowly said the final sentence:

”You are no longer a civilian experimental site.”

”You are the standard for humanity in this phase—the standard of still being alive.”

”I request Tianlang Mountain.”

”To be the first point.”

”And then we shall form a ring.”

The day after the acid rain ended, at the North District expansion platform of Tianlang Mountain.

The sun was just rising, but the sunlight still carried a scorching heat.

The dome glass had begun to regain its transparency, and light passed through the seams welded by Flame Born, hitting the newly constructed reception corridor and refracting a cold, golden warmth.

At this moment, outside the corridor, Tianlang Mountain welcomed the first ”external delegation” since the base was established.

The first convoy, Lanyan Shelter.

Vehicle: Dark grey tracked all-terrain armored transport, with a semi-circular shield on the front and a faded ”Humanitarian Medical” logo printed on the side.

The door opened, and the first to jump out was Lin Sui—wearing a dust-proof lab coat, with grey spots left by the acid rain on the cuffs and shoe edges.

She carried a black briefcase with light-sensitive labels from the Lanyan agricultural research department.

Two people followed her, limping; one was holding experimental soil samples cultivated in a resin frozen layer, and the other was carrying an improved water filtration component.

Upon arriving, with almost no pleasantries, they immediately spread the boxes out on the edge of the platform: ”This is the only prototype rice sample we currently have that can be trial-planted in a high-acid environment.”

Lin Sui looked around and said softly: ”We didn’t bring people. We only brought ’things that can survive’.”

The second convoy, North Ridge Joint Point.

First, there was a deafening engine roar, then a modified mining truck rushed onto the platform.

Scrap steel plates were welded onto the front, and the windows were almost entirely fixed with screws. Two exposed cables were tied to the engine, sending sparks flying all the way.

The door slammed open, and the man who jumped out looked like an unexploded bomb.

Zhao Chenwu, 1.95 meters tall, carried a homemade kinetic welding gun, wore a camouflage explosion-proof suit, had a face full of stubble, and a voice like sandpaper.

”No nonsense, anti-seepage steel structures, pneumatic well modules, waste heat vortex tubes, they’re all in the truck.”

He patted the truck bed: ”Take it if you can use it, don’t wait for reports.”

He brought materials, the ability to ”build things.” He didn’t care about politics. But he knew, people had to be ”put inside a shell that could survive.”

The third convoy, Hanlin Underground Depot.

The last vehicle drove up quietly and steadily. A small electric transport vehicle with scattered, old environmental protection labels. There were no weapons or armor, just an all-silver-grey ”information pod.”

The door opened, and three researchers stepped down. They were thin, with sparse but neatly combed hair, looking like scholars who had been thrown directly from a library into the Apocalypse.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, holding a stack of paper data logs in his arms. He said nothing, just placed a nearly peeling ”Atlas of Underground Hot and Humid Strains” on the table: ”We have analyzed a strain that can purify trace amounts of ammonia in high-temperature, high-acid environments. It doesn’t feed people, but it can feed the air.”

Lin Xiao walked over, opened the atlas, and looked at the yellowed handwriting on the pages. He looked up at these people. Some brought food. Some brought steel. Some brought knowledge. No one brought an army, no one brought slogans. What they brought was—the lives they had managed to survive.

The rising sun slowly ascended, reflecting on the edge of the newly assembled glass dome. The wind on the platform still carried residual acid, but everyone at Tianlang Mountain knew: starting today, they were not ”holding on alone.” They had fellow travelers who were shouldering the sky from different directions.

Lin Xiao stood at the edge of the reception platform, watching the three convoys lined up neatly, their respective teams whispering, coordinating, unloading, and communicating.

The door to the Tianlang Mountain multi-purpose meeting room was newly welded after the warehouse renovation; the thick iron sheet was covered with several layers of heat-resistant fabric. The windows had been sealed before the acid rain, and lighting was maintained only by emergency light strips and a few battery-powered tubes. The light was yellowish, but enough for every pair of eyes to see each other clearly.

The long table was pieced together from scrap metal frames, and the tabletop was made of recycled condensed glass and laminated polymer plastic sheets. Every crack, every trace of glue, was a ”negotiation table” made of materials snatched with their lives.

There were no flags, no nameplates for representatives, only a label stuck to the corner of the table—”Dome Union Draft · 1st Meeting.”

The space was filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and wet glue. A crude electric heater was plugged in by the wall, and a welding board left over from the renovation hung from the ceiling. Occasionally, the sound of dripping water could be heard in the air. In such a semi-temporary space, the remnants of human society were attempting to discuss—new possibilities.

【Participant Representative Lineup】:

Tianlang Mountain Base: Ye Nanxing (Main Seat), Shen Qingyan, Lin Xiao, Chu Yunting

Lanyan Shelter: Lin Sui (Chief of Scientific Research), accompanied by two agricultural and ecosystem experts

North Ridge Joint Point: Zhao Chenwu (Engineering Team Leader, former military industry), accompanied by two key members of the mine air pressure group

Hanlin Underground Depot: Wen Bainian (Chief of Microbiology, Department 3), accompanied by two young researchers

Shen Qingyan stepped forward, still holding a heated energy pen, without even adjusting her stance, and crisply pressed the console switch.

The projection screen dropped instantly.

The room lighting dimmed, and sets of cold data, images, heat maps, and structural diagrams rapidly unfolded on the grey-white wall.

The first image was the full record of Tianlang Mountain’s three-day acid rain resistance process: the 3D construction calculation diagram of the glass dome. The air corrosion rate curve before, during, and after the acid rain. The heat output analysis diagram of Flame Born welding seams in the rain. The corrosion resistance comparison table of special glass materials. The data set of personnel body temperature, metabolism, and psychological fluctuations in the cold-press area during high-temperature periods.

Shen Qingyan lightly swiped with a laser pointer, and the projected image switched.

The second group was the data from North Ridge Joint Point: a 3D model of a ”vertical wind pressure well” converted from an abandoned mine. Cross-sectional diagrams of high-pressure air chambers and drainage air ducts. Experimental diagrams of air-cooled residual pressure purification at the bottom of the vertical well.

Zhao Chenwu gritted his teeth, coughing while flipping through the materials, and said: ”You resist the rain by relying on the dome, we... rely on digging cracks in the ground. There’s no other way.”

The third group, from Lanyan: actual photos of improved rice with fire-red spots. Root temperature-sensitive enzyme activity charts. Comparative data on the growth rate of Fire Domain plants cultivated in Cold Spring soil.

Lin Sui’s voice was dry, but she said extremely seriously: ”This is the experimental product that most resembles ’food’ we have. Even if we can only eat one bite, we must try.”

The fourth group, Hanlin Underground Depot: animation of the differentiation of wet and hot bacterial colony layers. Microbial purification maps. Electron micrographs of the structure of the third-order strain.

Researcher Wen Bainian explained softly: ”We don’t have large equipment. But if we can establish a ’low-temperature bacterial colony transfer zone’ near the Cold Spring, perhaps we can purify some of the toxins in the air before the acid rain appears again.”