Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Chapter 263: Eye of Conviction, Search Lv4!

The solution to employment is right in front of us?

Matthew Lee instinctively followed the view, his eyes filled with the endless Wilderness bathed in the twilight glow.

He paused for a moment, and several long-suppressed scenes suddenly flashed in his mind.

A week ago, when extracting equipment from the industrial zone, especially when pulling manufacturing gear for small-scale machinery, he indeed saw many strange sights in the factory area:

For instance, the mass-produced farming tools were no longer the common spades and hoes, but specialized picks for breaking new ground, long-handled root digging shovels, tooth-like cultivating rakes… These iron molds left from the frontier era were being rapidly cast, turning into ready-made tools.

This was very unusual because even if the Satellite City intended to reclaim land, there was no need to stockpile so massively; the production lines could completely prioritize internal construction for urgent items first.

Even more surprising was that, besides these farming tools, a batch of special vehicles was being assembled—small four-wheel tractors, self-propelled tillers, narrow-wheelbase agricultural transporters…

This configuration might be incomprehensible to those who hadn’t experienced the major frontier era of the previous age, but as a Third-stage Inspector who survived that era, it couldn’t be more familiar to him.

After returning, Matthew Lee pondered for two days and even inquired about the news everywhere, but unfortunately, he became entangled in the mundane affairs of constructing the production line, temporarily burying these doubts.

Now, seeing Cheng Ye staring blankly at the Wilderness, a wooden expression on his face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, as some bold speculations hidden deep within him were almost about to burst out.

But before he could speak, Cheng Ye regained his composure and asked softly:

“Old Li, do you think if the Wilderness outside can be reclaimed and cultivated, would it have any value?”

Matthew Lee froze for several seconds, then his expression suddenly became incredibly serious, “Yes! Of course, it does! Absolutely!”

“Believe me, no matter when, humans’ roots are always bound with the land beneath them; no place can survive detached from the soil. Even Happiness City survives on the mines transformed by the Petrification Curse. If this land was truly barren, it wouldn’t support any human or biological existence.”

“So, what if reclaiming the land costs a heavy price? Maybe half of those people in the warehouse might die?” Cheng Ye pressed further.

After the words fell.

Matthew Lee was silent for just a moment before his gaze grew more resolute, “Sin in the present, merit for generations. During the grand frontier era, billions died, almost causing a severe generational rupture for mankind. But today, just over a decade later, how many can remember the heavy sacrifices of that era? When people mention reclamation now, they only yearn to rekindle it, only wish to end this damn Wasteland Era quickly!”

“As long as the area around Happiness City can be developed…” He took two deep breaths, goosebumps rising on his arm, “When I extracted equipment from the industrial area, I saw many operating production lines, many farming tools… yes… they are manufacturing tractors, producing plowing machines, I thought…”

“It’s true, within a two hundred-kilometer radius of Happiness City, life has already been revitalized, no longer affected by the Petrification Curse,” Cheng Ye nodded heavily, “It probably won’t be long before it’s officially announced.”

Buzz.

The moment he received a definitive answer, Matthew Lee’s face flushed red, his legs went weak, and he fell sitting to the ground.

He stared foolishly at the Wilderness, but what the sunset in his eyes reflected was not the setting sun, but a sun rising anew.

“Life… life!”

He murmured these two words repeatedly, his eyes sometimes bewildered, sometimes filled with disbelief.

Compared to the reactions of Elder Qu, Long… and Huang Sheng, and Old Sun the supplier, Matthew Lee, the Third-stage Inspector, showed a noticeably more intense response.

He sat dazed for more than ten minutes before slowly coming back to his senses, his tone carrying a nostalgic longing, “During the big frontier period, there were actually two voices inside Happiness City—one advocated staying put to continue development, the other proposed relocating, either to the edge of Sand Province, Guang Province, or even to travel far to Sea Province, to leave this barren land where crops couldn’t grow.”

“If I weren’t an Inspector of Happiness City, if I didn’t have to bear these responsibilities, I would’ve certainly gone with them. But I couldn’t leave; everything I had was tied to Happiness City.”

At this point, his voice softened a bit, “But I promised them, to go to Sea Province and find them when I retired from being an Inspector, to revive and fight on new land.”

“Yet… all these years have passed, and I never dared think about retiring, nor did I mention the commitment to Sea Province, as though I never dared hope that… someday, we could reclaim around Happiness City, that this land could blossom with life again.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ye mused aloud, “Well, now we still have time to find them, Happiness City can accommodate anyone pursuing happiness.”

“No, it’s too late!” Matthew Lee sighed with a trace of sadness, his face faintly twitching, “In the third year after they went to Sea Province, three consecutive super typhoons struck that place. Yes, they left Happiness City, left Stone Province cursed by petrification, and indeed found cultivable land elsewhere. But didn’t new land bring new curses? New natural calamities?”

“Everyone died; all were gone,” his voice trembled, “Later, I sent dozen of caravans to help inquire about news, but I never found a single survivor. During the big frontier era, over seven hundred people willing to work for me, in the end, only live in my memory.”