Published: March 2, 2025
The sky was very blue, and the sun was quite bright.
The air was a bit thin, but it emitted a pleasant aroma.
After taking several deep breaths, Asha realized that the air here was indeed much cleaner than in Africaâfree from the rotten scent of demonic energy.
The clouds drifted just above her head, while large flying mutated beasts occasionally appeared in the sky, darting through the clouds. Some even paused above a building in the city, staring down with fierce eyes, assessing the pedestrians below who moved like ants on the streets.
However, Asha didnât feel any hostility; even if there was some, it wasnât directed at the humans below but rather at the flying demonic creatures in the air.
âMove quickly, donât block the way!â
A fluent Huaxia voice sounded beside Asha as a Huaxia soldier in uniform gently pushed her, indicating she should hurry.
Although Asha couldn't understand what the person was saying, the body language was universally understood.
She quickly stepped forward to join the long, winding line ahead, no longer paying attention to the magnificent scenery of the Eternal Sky City.
There were dozens of teleportation arrays in the Eternal Sky City; considering the vastness of the Earth, such a number was incredibly scarce, especially with the ongoing war. Africa was engulfed in continuous conflict, and the number of refugees was countless! Even Ashaâs âmasterâ was trapped on the battlefield in Africa, unable to escape. Now, while she enjoyed the wonders of the Eternal Sky City, the enormous crowd of refugees behind her was stuck near the teleportation array, and there were even sporadic incidents of trampling among the jostling crowd.
There were too many refugees, and the Huaxia Military had too few personnel. Thinking of this, Asha sighed softly.
Most of these refugees came from the African continent.
As the flames of war burned brighter, these ordinary people suffered even more...
âName.â
âAsha.â
An African woman in a Huaxia military uniform quickly recorded the census, then looked up and gently nodded towards Ashaâs arms.
âWhat about that one?â
âFriday.â
The baby in her arms let out a timely cry, but Asha quickly calmed him down with her skillful methods.
âYour relationship.â
âIâm the wet nurse... Iâm the wet nurse for this child. His mother passed away, and his father entrusted him to me.â
The recorder paused, sighed softly, then slowly put down her pen, her eyes glancing at the small child in Ashaâs arms, as well as Ashaâs graceful figure and beautiful face.
âDown below, at the gathering place in Beijing, thereâs an orphanage established by the military. The conditions there are quite good.â
Upon hearing the recorderâs kind suggestion, Asha simply shook her head.
The kind recorder added, âYou two... sigh... donât expect to find housing in the Eternal Sky City. Thereâs no room for you in the inner or outer city either; youâll have to go to the slums. But the security issues in the slums... Sending the child to a welfare home would be better. You can look for work in the outer city and live more safely.â
Human development requires order, ethics, and a semblance of fairness. The gathering place in Beijing has done well, and it can even be said that it is on the right track. However, a first-level woman, along with a child who hadnât even turned a month old yet, could not escape certain unfair and unfriendly things, no matter how capable Lin Haifeng was.
Let alone the newly expanded slums, specifically created to accommodate those incapable, without any specialties, and without value.
Hearing the recorderâs words, Asha smiled slightly but simply thanked her and remained silent.
The recorder didnât say anything further, quickly recording Asha and Fridayâs personal information, then pointed behind her.
âGo ahead; someone will take you to the temporary residence area. They will do a health check for you there, and there will be a three-day observation and adaptation period. They will teach you some rules of the Beijing gathering place. Donât worry, itâs all official and very safe.â