Inside a temporary tent a kilometer away from the mysterious buildings, midnight approached. Chen Shen hunched over his desk under the bright light, still handling the village's official affairs.
Leading over a thousand people in steady development would have been incredibly simple in the Civilization Era. Carried by the current of the times, a village chief only needed to keep the general direction on track. Their actual duties were pitifully few, essentially making them men of leisure.
But in the doomsday wasteland, the role was infinitely more demanding. As the chief of Hope Village, he not only had to resolve any little details of conflicts, but also meticulously arrange everyone's daily work. Only with such intense planning could he ensure no one had time to slack off, maximizing the labor force to propel the village's rapid development. Thus, the burden weighing on Chen Shen's shoulders was anything but light.
"Chief! Chief! Something terrible has happened!"
