On the other side, Chen Xuan got up early and found there was only one guard left outside the courtyard.

"Morning." A greeting came from behind from Liu Shuyue.

She was holding two plates in her hands.

To his surprise, Chen Xuan found the plates contained fried eggs!

"You made this?" He was quite surprised.

Because he clearly remembered that Liu Shuyue wouldn’t cook. In the Great Qi Kingdom, when dealing with demons, she either packed dry food at inns or just drank the northwest wind. Anyway, a cultivator’s constitution was resilient; going hungry for ten days or half a month wouldn’t kill them.

"Miss Lin taught me. She said cooking occasionally is a kind of enjoyment."

Enjoyment? Chen Xuan smelled a hint of conspiracy; Lin Qing was clearly controlling her body with Lv to do these things.

Seeing Liu Shuyue’s expectant look, he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he came to the table and sat down, picking up a fried egg to taste.

How to say it, overall the taste was pretty good, besides the aroma of the egg itself, there was salt and a hint of pepper to add flavor.

Of course, with fried eggs, it’s hard to make them taste bad. Seeing it wasn’t some kind of dark cuisine, he felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

"How is it?" Liu Shuyue asked.

"Delicious, very delicious." Chen Xuan quickly devoured both fried eggs.

"That’s good." She smiled with joy, which made Chen Xuan a bit dazed.

"Cough, cough... I didn’t expect you’d use the kitchen utensils here."

"It wasn’t difficult. They’re similar to the ones in the store. And if there’s anything I don’t understand, I just ask Amy."

"Amy, your best intelligent assistant." A mechanical voice came from under the table.

Chen Xuan was startled, when did this thing get under the dining table?

He shared his discovery with Liu Shuyue.

The latter nodded, "I also noticed. They withdrew after 7 o’clock and haven’t been replaced since."

"Did the replacement shift get lazy?" Chen Xuan joked half-seriously.

"The quarantine period has been lifted." Amy suddenly chimed in, "Quarantine generally lasts 12 hours. Extending it further risks human rights violations. And since you haven’t mutated within 12 hours, the likelihood of later mutation has approached zero, so there’s no need for further quarantine."

Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course, as an intelligent assistant, Amy never lies." Its monotonous mechanical voice sounded very serious, "You can temporarily stay here, or choose to rent a place yourself, but either way, you need Euros. So, Amy suggests you start working soon, so you can survive in this city. If you want to look for job information, please tell Amy ’find me a job’."

"Not saying it." Chen Xuan rolled his eyes at it. What’s with this thing... obviously a high-tech product, yet it speaks in such an exasperating way, "Working, that’s something I’ll never do in this life."

"New Paris City doesn’t support idlers. If you don’t work for a long time, you may be expelled."

"Still not saying it."

Amy fell silent, seemingly never having encountered such an outsider.

"By the way, is there a repair shop in the city?" Chen Xuan changed the subject.

"Yes. Are you looking to repair mechanical items or electronic items?"

To be honest, he wasn’t sure how store items were categorized, but assuming the latter... "Electronic products."

"The best route has been calculated for you." Amy quickly replied, "Would you like me to call a taxi for you?"

Chen Xuan and Liu Shuyue exchanged a glance, then decisively shook their heads, "No need, we’ll walk!"

Ten minutes later, the two of them walked out the courtyard gate.

As expected, the guard didn’t stop them and even nodded politely.

Chen Xuan took the opportunity to appreciate this large house, built like a villa, yet used to isolate outsiders. He wondered whether New Paris City was resource-abundant to the point of absurdity, or if they continued their habitual treatment of refugees. "If I keep not renting a place, how long can I stay here?"

He asked Amy.

"One month." The cylindrical machine led the way ahead while answering, "In special cases, the stay can be extended. You’d need to submit a written application to the governing body. Of course, rent has already started accruing today."

"What do we do, it seems we have no money..." Liu Shuyue whispered.

She really didn’t want to owe anyone anything.

But Chen Xuan leisurely pulled out a roll of cash from his pocket, "Don’t worry, I’ve got some."

"Is this... money from the jewelry store?"

"Mm-hmm~" he hummed proudly.

At that time, while everyone was focused on the bug-faced weirdo, he casually pocketed two rolls of decently preserved cash, not intending to spend them, just an instinct triggered by the abandoned city environment.

New Paris from the cable car had one look, and from below, it was quite another.

From a ground perspective, it almost looked like just another normal city. Cars moved incessantly on the roads, with sycamores and ginkgos planted on both sides. Many shops were open as usual, though the goods sold had shifted from luxury items to everyday essentials.

Above was a cerulean sky adorned with fluffy white clouds—of course, they were fake, a "special effect" created by holographic projection. The actual dome was just over a hundred meters from the ground, covered in artificial lights providing continuous illumination for crops.

Yes, the crops here were all grown on the tops of buildings, layered like multi-story parking lots.

And the lighting was on 24/7, never turning off.

So the nights of New Paris City belonged only to individual houses—their glass automatically adjusted translucency and would simulate evening light at night. Open a window, and it’d still be bright outside.

This information all came from Amy’s introduction, which Chen Xuan had already verified the night before.

Clearly, even though humans had no choice but to flee underground, they still tried to make life seem as normal as possible within technological limits.

As if the escape had never happened.

On the plus side, doing so helps maintain morale and ensures social stability. But on the downside, comfortable living can gradually rob people of the courage to fight.

That being said, Chen Xuan was enjoying himself without any psychological burden—anyway, he wasn’t from this world. Once he repaired the scanning gun or found the return point, he’d leave without a second thought; whatever happened in New Paris City had nothing to do with him. So he and Liu Shuyue explored and shopped, trying any snack shops that looked good: drinks, ice cream, pastries, fish fillets...

And Chen Xuan hadn’t even spent the cash yet.

Because any outsider entering Paris City automatically received a 2000 Euro credit limit, all he had to do was scan his face.

After two hours of strolling, he and Liu Shuyue, along with their guide, finally arrived at the repair shop entrance.

This was also the only electronic repair shop in the entire city.

Its name was "Atoms and Electrons," super scientific, if not a bit of a tongue-twister. Its facade didn’t look like a workshop at all, more akin to a lavish museum. At the center of a commercial plaza, it boasted a hall of at least a thousand-square-meter, lined with glass display cases.

When Chen Xuan walked in, he found quite a few people queuing up at the counter windows—there were over a dozen just for reception.

It seemed its work mode was much like a bank.

"Are there repair masters behind each counter?" Chen Xuan muttered, "Maybe just join a line next."

"Hello, is there anything you want to have repaired?" As he hesitated, a man in a suit and white gloves approached him and proactively asked.

Chen Xuan noticed that the man also wore a translation device on his ear.

"Yes, should I queue up directly or pay first?"

"It seems you’ve just arrived in New Paris..." the man replied, "To repair something, you need to make an item assessment first. The rarer the item, the higher the service level you’ll get."

"I see, the repair masters have ranks too." Chen Xuan understood suddenly, "Thank you."

The man chuckled, "Repair masters? No, no... there are no repairmen in our shop. It’s actually an enigmatic factory here."