Chapter 146 A Taste of Paradise


    When Theresa finally pulled up outside her bunker, the first thing she did was grab a hundred doses of Evoloid for Graham.


    Evoloid didn’t take long to manufacture-just a little water mixed in, and she had it done. Barely used 50 gleamstones for the whole batch.


    And just like that, she made 950 gleamstones-eyes brimming with tears of joy.


    Even so, the Evoloid she handed over was the finest of its kind in this entire era.


    She packed all one hundred vials into a big two-liter soda bottle and handed it to Graham before switching vehicles to shuttle her people to camp.


    The moment Hugo and the others reached the outskirts of zing Sun Camp, they were stunned.


    “Professor Wagner, look up there! Are those UAVs?”


    “Yes, yes!” Hugo nodded, eyes locked on the sky where drones circled overhead. If he wasn’t mistaken, those were multifunctional unmanned aerial vehicles-the kind one only dreamed of seeing post-copse.


    Then they saw Theresa’s fortress of a bunker-barbed wire fencing crackling with electricity, a massive iron gate, and just beyond it, neatly organized farnd, livestock pens, and arrow-tower-like watchposts where the UAVSunched andnded.


    But that was only the beginning.


    As Theresa led them toward the vi district, their jaws dropped.


    Terraced fields stretched out across the ins, acre upon acre, as far as the eye could see-wheat, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cucumbers. Rows of ripened greens-romaine lettuce, onions, white radishes, cabbage, kale, eggnts…


    So many crops, thend was practically bursting.


    While major camps scrambled to build walls to keep the zombies out-and smaller camps scurried like headless chickens in search of shelter-zing Sun Camp had already restarted agriculture. And not just that—the output was enormous.


    How was this even possible?


    As their vehicle rolled deeper into the farnd, a pristine vimunity came into view. Dozens of homes, evenly spaced, with people moving calmly between them. Not a single one of them looked like the gaunt, filthy, half-starved survivors they were used to seeing. These people were radiant. Clean, well-fed, energized. Faces lit with joy.


    It felt like another world entirely.


    They had all survived the brutal end of the world. At Kl Camp, they lived on edge, scared of every shadow. But here? These people looked like they lived.


    “Pigs! Professor, look! There are pigs!” a young researcher suddenly shouted, pointing at a vi yard.


    Three or four pigs trotted about, right there in the yard.


    “And chickens-and ducks!” another gasped.


    Every house had livestock in its yard.


    Just then, a young woman stepped out of one of the vis, holding a stic tub. With a loud ssh, she dumped a mix of rice, noodles, and chopped veggies into a pig trough. Whatever was left, she scattered across the yard for the ducks and chickens.


    Everyone watching was stunned.


    They were feeding animals with real food.


    In K1 Camp, they couldn’t even feed themselves. But here-leftovers? For livestock? Good food, too!


    Of course, they could.


    Theresa’s camp had shortages-just not in basic food. Between her new grain stockpile and the overflow of produce from their super-fertile fields, she had more than enough.


    More food than they could even eat. And if they couldn’t eat it all? Turn it into meat.


    Pigs and chickens had great feed conversion rates-about 3 pounds of feed for every pound of pork, and just 2 pounds of feed for every pound of chicken.


    Theresa adjusted prices, lowered the grain cost, and encouraged residents to raise more livestock. Every uneaten vegetable got turned into future protein.


    zing Sun Camp wasn’t just surviving-it was thriving.


    And Theresa’s goal was simple-everyone in zing Sun Camp should have meat on the table.


    The scene left Hugo and the others utterly speechless.


    Was this ce… paradise?


    “We’re here. Everyone out.”


    Theresa stopped the car at the center of the viplex. Almost instantly, nearby residents came pouring out of their homes.


    “Theresa!”


    “Theresa!”


    “Theresa, you’re back!”


    “I brought some new friends,” Theresa said as she got out. Kyle opened the door, and Hugo’s group stepped


    out into the sunlight.


    Everyone gathered around them, grinning.


    “Wee!”


    “d to have you with us!”


    “Sounds like tonight calls for a real celebration!”


    “Absolutely-we’re bringing out a feast to wee you properly!”