Chapter 59 Entering the Tower
There are many more people in the capital than in other cities.

Defense team members wearing black armor can be seen patrolling the city.

Ordinary people rarely go out. Ishikawa Akira saw people setting up stalls to sell extreme cold grass in the city. They went to remote places to bring food to some "rich" people in the capital. However, they did not collect currency, but energy, and used energy to obtain food.

In the center of the capital, a giant tower stands tall. The area beneath the tower is like a refugee camp. Most of these people come from other cities just to witness the moment when the sun rises.

Unlike other people, most people who come to the capital have great trust in the giant's words, which is why they live under the tower for three years.

"Oh, a newcomer?" An old man, smoking a pipe, was surprised to see Ishikawa Akira walking towards the refugee camp.

The most people came here three years ago, followed by two years ago. Now, many people who come here return disappointed, and those who stay are those who firmly believe that the sun can rise.

Ishikawa Akira is the only person who has come here in the past six months.

"Uncle, is that the place where the artificial sun is cast?" asked Akira Ishikawa.

"That's right. I heard from the scientists up there that the casting of the artificial sun has entered the final stage. It should be able to take off soon!" The old man took a puff of cigarette, blew out smoke rings from his mouth, looked up at the tower, his eyes full of longing and sighing.

"Well, I believe the artificial sun will definitely rise into the sky!" Ishikawa Akira looked up with him, looked at the tower, and echoed.

"Young man, would you like a cigarette? There's nothing good to offer here." The old man took out a small bag from his arms and opened it. Inside was something as fine as sand. He carefully poured the sand into the pipe and handed it to Ishikawa Akira.

Ishikawa Akira quickly shook his head, indicating that he would not smoke.

"Dad, opium is not as good as tobacco leaves after all. The taste is not that good, and not everyone can get used to it!" A thin young man walked out of the tent.

"You kid, it's good to have some!"

"It's time for dinner, come and eat." The young man looked at Ishikawa Akira, confused and a little surprised: "You are new here, come and eat with us."

"Me too?" Ishikawa Akira pointed at himself, somewhat incredulous. Food was very scarce here.

"Yes, but the food is not free!" The young man turned around and walked into the tent with the old man. Ishikawa Akira followed behind him. "The food in the refugee camp is usually extremely cold grass. Except for the elderly, everyone needs to take turns to go out and find food."

As he spoke, he pointed to an old man smoking a pipe nearby.

"So that's it!" Ishikawa Ming suddenly realized that everyone had to go out to find food.

"Newcomer, what's your name?" After entering the tent, the young man placed a bowl in front of Ishikawa Akira. In the bowl was porridge made of a few extremely cold grasses and compressed biscuits.

"My name is Ovit." Ishikawa Akira picked up the bowl and took a sip. A sweet taste seeped into his mouth. It was the taste of extreme cold grass.

"Ovit, my name is Tros. I'm the temporary manager of this refugee camp. If you have any problems that you can't solve in the future, you can come to me." Tros patted Ishikawa Akira on the shoulder with a bright smile on his face.

There were about seven or eight people in the tent. After hearing Tros' words, they all smiled kindly at Ishikawa Akira.

After finishing his meal, Ishikawa Akira walked around the refugee camp and found that it was quite large, accommodating probably tens of thousands of people, of which the elderly accounted for a relatively small proportion, and most of them were young people.

After all, the old man’s physical strength cannot withstand long-distance journeys in extreme cold.

When it was night, people here only had two meals a day, lunch and dinner, and everyone gathered together to eat.

Tros came in from outside, accompanied by a man, and said to everyone: "Today is a rare day. A new person has come. From now on, he and Ovit will live here!"

"What is your name?"

"My name is Sanda." Sanda nodded and bowed.

"Okay, you can stay here." Tros' eyes flashed with displeasure, but he didn't say anything and turned away. Seeing Tros walk out of the tent, Sanda, who was nodding and bowing a second ago, suddenly became a different person. He glanced at everyone, walked to the rice bucket without saying a word, and poured himself a bowl.

"What bad luck! How can I feel full after eating something so watery?" Sanda muttered to himself, but he didn't stop and poured himself a full bowl.

Everyone was angry but dared not speak out. Only the old man holding a pipe stood up and said, "You are eating for free and yet you are so arrogant!"

As he said this, he knocked the pipe in his hand towards Sanda.

"Hey, you old man!" Sanda grabbed the pipe and pushed the old man out. The old man staggered a few steps and was about to fall, but was supported by Ishikawa Ming.

Ishikawa Akira looked at Sanda with a cold light in his eyes. It was the first time he met such a person in this place.

When Sanda saw Ishikawa Ming's unfriendly look, he shrank his neck and walked away dejectedly with the bowl in his hand.

At night, when everyone was asleep, Sanda got up and took out a cloth bag from his body. He opened the bag, looked at the light green liquid inside, breathed a sigh of relief, hid the bag, turned over and continued to sleep.

Not far behind him, Ishikawa Akira witnessed all of Sanda's actions and couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "What's in that cloth bag?"

The next day

A young scientist came down from the tower and announced that a group of people would be recruited to assist the scientists in completing some simple tasks.

In the crowd, Sanda's eyes lit up and he quickly said, "I'll go, I'll go!"

"Okay, you'll be one of them." Seeing that Sanda was also a young man, the young scientist agreed.

Then the young scientists selected another dozen people, and Ishikawa Akira was also selected because he was young enough and looked in good physical condition.

"In addition to your work in the tower, you still have to go out to look for food when it is your turn." Tros stood up and instructed the chosen people.

Everyone, including Sundar, nodded in agreement.

Led by the young scientist, a dozen people took the elevator on the tower and reached the top of the tower.

From a distance, Ishikawa Akira saw a huge round object standing in the center of the tower.

"Is this the artificial sun? The plasma spark tower of the future?" He was a little bit unbelievable. This artificial sun seemed to have nothing to do with the spark tower.

Four-colored flames rose in his eyes, and he could vaguely see through the outer shell of the artificial sun. A giant white crystal was embedded inside the sun, giving him a feeling of power.

"Ding, a large amount of light energy is detected. Do you want to absorb it?"

As we got closer to the artificial sun, the system seemed to sense the power of the crystal inside the sun and issued a sound reminder.

"No." If that was really the core of the artificial sun, the amount of energy it contained was simply unimaginable. You know, this artificial sun has been shining on the Kingdom of Light for more than 200,000 years, and there is no sign of it going out. If he really absorbed it, he would probably explode and die.

Under the artificial sun, an old man was sorting out data with scientists. After hearing footsteps, everyone looked up.

The old man was attracted by Ishikawa Akira in the crowd at first sight. A white light flashed in his eyes and he couldn't help but let out a light exclamation.

Ishikawa Akira naturally also saw the old man. Unlike the other people on this planet, the old man gave him a very strong aura, which brought him a strong sense of oppression.

This feeling of oppression was even stronger than when he dealt with A-level monsters before.

　There are only three chapters today. If there are more, the author will die suddenly ()

　　
　
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