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Hooking a finger around his tie, he loosened it a bit and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Settling back into his desk chair, Lu Li picked up the piece of paper that served as a makeshift "shopping list" and turned it over. Removing the cap from his fountain pen, the nib paused on the blank space.
The refuge didn't need to be too large, just enough for Lu Li to live comfortably inside—and not too small to cause psychological disorders like depression and claustrophobia. The size of the small cabin at the top of Seaview Cliff was just right for a fairly comfortable long-term survival.
The refuge wouldn't accommodate too many people; if possible, it would be just Lu Li and Anna.
That's why he called it a refuge point rather than a shelter.
He couldn't shelter too many people.
The end of days, the collapse of the world? Even Exorcists considered it a crude joke, let alone ordinary people.
