"Heavenly King! Heavenly King, I’m willing to work for you too!"
The young man’s guess was correct; he wasn’t the only clever one.
Or more accurately, everyone’s craving for food was incredibly intense.
Seeing He Tiantian genuinely handing over goods, even if there were still those who doubted if she was just playing with everyone, all were moved.
Even being treated like performing monkeys didn’t matter; as long as there was food, not to mention just working, even if asked to prostrate and kowtow, shouting long live in worship, no one would mind.
In such an apocalypse, staying alive was the most important thing. Dignity and face... all didn’t matter at all.
Especially for men with old folks and children at home, they were howling desperately at He Tiantian, "Heavenly King, please assign tasks quickly, we are willing to work! Really, anything will do!"
He Tiantian pretended to be pleased, hands on her hips, bursting into loud laughter.
Then, she had her underlings bring out box after box of instant noodles, mineral water, sausages, and the even more precious anti-inflammatory medicine.
"See that? The Heavenly King’s rewards are all here."
"As long as you obey and work hard, the Heavenly King will never shortchange you!"
"...Hmm, this is it, you thirty are a team, go clear the building debris on the east side to the outskirts!"
"You thirty are a team, take care of the building debris on the west side. Keep the useful steel bars, bricks and such arranged properly!"
"Right, does anyone here know how to smelt steel? We’ve got an abandoned steel plant up north, and I want to get some steel plates, bars, and stuff!"
"Hey, you old man, you look all broken-down, but you’re actually a retired worker from a steel plant? Good, you’re in!"
"And who among you wants to join the Heavenly King’s guard? If you pass the Heavenly King’s assessment, you could have the chance to become the Heavenly King’s disciple and learn genuine martial arts!"
With a string of commands from He Tiantian, initially, the survivors were just fixated on the food and mineral water.
But as they listened, some astute and insightful people among the crowd began to feel that Scumbag He seemed to be earnestly managing the base.
This person was despicable and morally bankrupt, a true scumbag, degenerate, but now it was the apocalypse.
And "He Xiaotian" was the only Superpower User in their base, who had also practiced martial arts.
He was also the only one truly capable of fending off zombies or invaders.
Why were these nearby survivors gathering here?
Apart from the supplies, most were looking for someone who could protect them.
Although such "protection" came with a price, it’s the same old story, it’s the apocalypse after all.
The original social order and moral values had collapsed.
Parents could abandon their children; closest kin could push their parents into a horde of zombies... How could they expect a stranger to protect them unconditionally?
They endured hunger, ridicule, and abuse, merely wishing to survive this apocalypse.
If they could endure another day, that was another day won.
However, as time went on, some insightful elders saw no hope for the base through the madness and absurdity of He Xiaotian and others.
In recent days, they had worried that such a Hell on Earth might not last.
Because He Xiaotian was just a visionless fool without any plan, an ass.
His gang of ruffians entirely lived by the "enjoy the moment" philosophy, never thinking of properly managing the base.
Things like building walls were only reinforced around the Central Zone.
The other areas were left to the survivors to construct haphazardly.
Yes, with these weak and sickly people acting as Sacrificial Lambs and shields, the beasts of the Central Zone could die later or potentially escape by luck.
But wouldn’t it be better if everyone united and built the walls higher and stronger, allowing more people to survive?
That’s sustainable development.
To put it bluntly, only then could He Xiaotian have enough "Slaves" and prolonged enjoyment.
Unfortunately, Scumbag He just couldn’t grasp such a simple concept.
And now, this person had suddenly realized his shortcomings and began to undertake major infrastructure development.
So, did this mean their base could potentially exist for the long haul?
Could these survivors live just a bit longer?