"Um... True God... there's something..."
Zhang Wenwen walked over, her face hesitant.
"What is it?"
Zhang Chen asked.
Zhang Wenwen had always been the one to solve problems for him, and her reports always presented him with choices.
Now, it seemed she needed his help, which made him a little curious.
"It's like this... Currently, the entire True God Cult within the high walls has a population of just over 200,000. The daily consumption for so many people is already an astronomical figure."
"Fortunately, we had accumulated reserves before, so we can still manage."
"But now... suddenly bringing in 150,000 native captives... that's equivalent to doubling our population and doubling our consumption."
"The pressure is a bit unbearable!"
Zhang Wenwen said somewhat sheepishly.
She felt that as a servant of God, she should share the burdens of God, but now she had to ask Zhang Chen to solve her problems, which made her feel a bit guilty.
"These natives have survived for 9 years in the apocalypse, they must have their own food sources!"
Zhang Chen said, his gaze falling on Zhou Da, who was suspended in mid-air.
"Yes, yes, we have food sources. We've cultivated a large number of edible mutated creatures, and their meat is our main source of protein and energy!"
Zhou Da said urgently.
"It should be this thing!"
Han Shuang emerged from a shop, holding a piece of crispy, golden-brown black flatbread.
"Yes, it's this. Of course, there are many ways to prepare it; baking is just one method!"
"And among the commoners, there are many doctors, teachers, architects, and engineers who manage the energy and supply systems."
"They can help build defensive fortifications, construct more comfortable living environments, and provide energy and medical care, etc.!"
Zhou Da said with a fawning smile.
He naturally had to reveal all their food sources, otherwise, if Zhang Chen considered the natives a burden, the next step would surely be a massacre.
He had to prove that they were valuable and self-sufficient.
"Where is your food stored?"
Zhang Chen continued to ask.
He noticed that these natives didn't have storage bracelets on their wrists, so the power to distribute food was definitely not in their hands.
"Our society adopts a council system. All high-ranking government officials and council members are in the lowest levels."
"There are no elevators there, and ordinary people are forbidden to enter... However, of course, for you, an elevator is not necessary..."
Zhou Da answered tremblingly, looking at the hole in the ceiling.
"Got it!"
Zhang Chen nodded. He was going to the lower levels anyway, and he might as well collect the supplies.
Boom!
With another energy beam, Zhang Chen directly pierced through more than a dozen floors, descending directly to the last level.
What it looked like inside was evident from the most luxurious floor.
Bang!
Zhang Chen landed on the ground, but it only made a faint muffled sound.
It was then that he noticed the entire floor was covered with thick, soft carpets, seemingly made from the fur of some mutated creature.
Not far away, several scantily clad women looked at Zhang Chen with expressions of panic and distress.
In the middle of them sat a muscular, bare-chested strongman, enjoying fruit being fed to him by a woman.
The table was laden with various pastries, alcoholic beverages, and steaming hot delicacies.
Nearby attendants were throwing cold food directly into the trash.
"These women... this food..."
Zhang Chen was slightly stunned.
The food seemed to have been brought from parallel worlds, with some drinks even bearing trademarks.
Even the fruit the man was eating wasn't native to Water Blue Star; there were grapes, bananas, and a wide variety.
What surprised Zhang Chen the most was that the women surrounding the man were not natives!
They wore rings of various colors on their fingers—gold, red, or blue-green.
These people had been summoned from parallel worlds by the natives, only to become their slaves!
"He... he has a blue-green ring on his hand too!"
A girl exclaimed in surprise.
Hum!
Suddenly, a surge of energy emanated from the man's hand.
The girl fell to the ground, the immense gravity pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe and rendering her unable to speak.
"You bastard, did I allow you to speak?!"
"You've been here for so long, don't you understand the rules?!"
The man said, raising his foot and stepping on the woman's face, grinding it forcefully.
"Let go, I won't say it a second time!"
Zhang Chen's anger surged upon witnessing this scene.
Summoning reincarnators who lived in a peaceful world to survive in the apocalypse, and then making them his slaves?!
These natives truly had no idea of their place in the world!
"You think you're worthy of speaking to me?!"
"No matter how strong you are, in front of me, you are no different from them!"
The man said, and another surge of energy shot towards Zhang Chen's ring.
However, Zhang Chen showed no reaction at all.
"You... how did you do that... Ah~!"
The man's words were cut short by a wail of agony.
Because his foot had never left the woman's face, his leg was now bent outwards from the knee.
His toes kicked his thigh, a gruesome sight.
The girls around, instead of screaming and fleeing, stood up. Some even stealthily picked up wine bottles from the table, preparing to beat the man soundly when the opportunity arose.
"Ah... my leg... you... why aren't you controllable!"
"Everything developed by that Tang Houde guy is garbage! I'm going to impeach him in the council!"
The man clutched his leg and roared in pain.
"Tang Houde can't even save himself, what makes you think you can?"
Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes and said.
Then, he flicked his finger at the woman who was pinned to the ground by gravity.
The woman instantly returned to normal and quickly got up, kicking the man's injured leg fiercely. The latter let out a pig-like scream.
"We are willing to serve you wholeheartedly, and we never want to serve this fat pig again!"
The woman said, taking the lead.
The surrounding girls, chefs, and other staff echoed her sentiment.
"If he couldn't control our rings, we would have rebelled long ago!"
"He doesn't treat us like humans at all, and he's tortured several sisters to death!"
"Last time, my master was killed by him just because his cooking was a bit too salty. This pervert!"
"Fat pig?" Zhang Chen frowned.
This man was indeed not a good person, but calling him a fat pig seemed a bit excessive!
"That's right, he indulges in debauchery and gluttony every day. Every time his body malfunctions or has problems, he transfers his consciousness to another body. I've lost count of how many times he's transferred since then!"
The girl said with indignation.