The time swiftly moved forward to March.
A year and ten months have passed since the apocalypse began.
Even though Order has become a true giant during this time, Chen Feng still feels time is not enough. Compared to scheming, loneliness is the more terrifying thing.
There are no human strongholds forming nearby, and the exploration forces of the Dark Department have clearly affirmed this.
This is a rather unfortunate situation. Perhaps farther away, humanity still shines with its own glory, but what meaning does that hold for Order? Without any allies, Chen Feng can only rely on himself.
Even though every few departments have new research results — drugs, weapons, food — over the year, Order has risen from a penniless state, from being mere meat in the monsters' mouths, from being a dog slave with its spine broken, to once again standing at the peak, becoming the master of this land.
Yet even so, Chen Feng still feels there is not enough time.
