Forty kilometers away, more than 2000 people safely evacuated from the base, including the ability users and civilians. They were all gathered in the open space of the gas station and looked around. They watched the mountain that had stood tall crack and break into gravel, burying the base. The huge noise was clearly audible even several tens of kilometers away and even the earth under their feet trembled. The smoke in the sky fluttered over the ruin and remained there for a long time.
The power which brought about the sudden changes in heavens and earth was so terrible that the people who witnessed this scene felt like they witnessed it with their whole body. If it was not for Young Master Gong to remind everyone to evacuate, what would happen? They were afraid that they would have already broken their bones and be buried underneath the mountain. When they thought about that, everyone looked towards Young Master Gong, who had an indifferent expression, their eyes were filled with reverence and deep gratitude.
Young Master Gong rescued them from the purgatory city, collected enough supplies for them and helped them clear zombies that threatened their lives while leading them to become stronger and fight to break free from despair, showing them the light and the hope of living. Time and time again, Young Master Gong used his actions to prove that the apocalypse was not a terrible place. Young Master Gong, who had already surpassed the level of a regular human 'being', had become a more heavy and sacred being to them. Just like faith in any religion, he had become a spiritual pillar. As long as Young Master Gong was with everyone, even if the base was destroyed, they would not panic. They firmly believed that they would be able to survive the storm and live well.
In this situation, when they saw Young Master Gong's calm expression, the panic in the people's heart immediately calmed down. They didn't know who in the crowd started it, but someone cried out, "Long live, Young Master Gong", triggering a certain switch in the crowd as they all yelled out with fanaticism. The sound of worship as they cried out 'Long Live, Young Master Gong' reverberated throughout the gas station for a long time.
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Father Gong and Grandfather Lin looked at each other with deep smiles in their eyes. They thought that this disaster would cause the people of the base to be distracted and that the feeling of panic would spread. But they didn't expect that, with Lixin there, all these worries became redundant.
After this incident, Gong Lixin's prestige in the base reached an unprecedented height and to the people, he became the spiritual leader. This made the base more cohesive and brought everyone a sense of belonging.
Gong Lixin was a NEET and, in the face of the crowd's enthusiasm, he was unable to adapt inevitably. His face still showed an indifferent expression, only his lips were pressed tightly together and his slightly red ears showed his discomfort. Without any trace of moving his feet, he tugged at Lin Wenbo who stood close to him and looked at him with clear and bright eyes that clearly had four big words written in them – what should I do?
For the first time, he had seen the young boy's panic-stricken expression. He forced himself to calm down. The other looked so pitiful and cute that Lin Wenbo's heartbeat sped up. He brought up his clenched fist up to his lips, blocking the smile that wanted to take over his lips and whispered, "It's late and it's been a hard day. Ask everyone to hurry up and set up camp."
Gong Lixin brightened and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He used his internal force to send his words out to everyone's ears and to ease their concern, "Time is not early anymore. Let us set up camp and rest."
"Yes!" The sound of his voice was the same all around, as if Young Master Gong was speaking right in front of them making their adoration peak once again.
