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Everyone fell silent, their eyes silently following Zheng Yifan's departure. They dared not speak further; the footprints on the ground were the best evidence of what had transpired. They feared that these individuals might truly eliminate them.
Although many were seeking death, they all hoped to use the Essence Fruit, at the very least to stake their lives in a final gamble.
It was never their intention to provoke a powerful foe and then be eliminated without cause.
All remained calm and quiet, except for a few who stared in shock at the Rhinophyma.
"Did you guys just get taken out?" one of the Survivors suddenly asked.
The others looked at him as if he were a fool.
"The person just now told Help the Old Drunkard to settle down. And as for soaking in Water, don't even think about ice water; where would you find ice water these days? It's not like before the apocalypse." A few drunks gazed greedily at the nearly empty bottle of liquor, with just a bit of dregs left inside.
No one knew who made the first move, but someone lunged forward and grabbed the wine jar, starting to drink.
As the aroma of alcohol filled the air, everyone gathered around. The bottom of the jar was empty, but there was still some flavor left. A few poured clean water into the jar and then poured out some light yellow liquid that still had a hint of alcohol.
They began to laugh and enjoy it.
This was their first drink in three years, and it might also be their last.
"Hey everyone! Don't fight over it! What did that Fellow say earlier? What warning did he give us?" asked the calmest among them, a man in his forties who looked like a farmer.
He was also preparing to eat an Essence Fruit. Compared to those who couldn't even get their hands on one, they considered themselves Lucky Ones.
"That Fellow told us to hold on for another month, giving him a month’s time. Could it be that some Chamber of Commerce is preparing to come here?" A few people’s eyes brightened.
Chamber of Commerce. That was the most sought-after group in the post-apocalyptic world. Many places actually had a decent food production, especially those with excellent terrain and powerful Superpowered Individuals who formed a Chamber of Commerce. They were the wealthiest among all. They sought the best goods—tobacco, alcohol, sugar, and tea—everything good from the Post-Apocalypse.
Occasionally, they would also seek beautiful women.
Almost everyone kept their best treasures hidden away. Even those desperate for Essence Fruit were no exception; they simply told their friends where they buried their wealth. When their attempts to use Essence Fruit failed, their friends would receive those supplies.
If they succeeded, the resources would be handed over to them.
Now, they saw hope. If a Merchant Guild was indeed on its way, they wouldn’t be seeking death. Who wouldn’t want to live? Surviving was certainly better.
Moreover, just holding on for another month meant that they had already managed to survive this long, making them among those who could sustain themselves.
However, the days ahead seemed hopeless, which led them to give up on living.
Now that there was a chance to live again, they didn’t mind enduring another month of hardship just to stay alive a little longer.
"Share some of that wine with me!" The tavern was bustling with voices.
News of the impending arrival of a Merchant Guild spread quickly. Everyone eagerly anticipated the arrival of this rumored Chamber of Commerce.
Once the news got out, the atmosphere began to shift slowly.
It was said that a super powerful Chamber of Commerce was about to arrive, boasting dozens of Superpowered Individuals, all experts. They would bring enough rice and vegetables to meet everyone’s needs.
It is said that the Chamber of Commerce has interests in many things; they possess a vast amount of resources and even have meat, as they occupy a massive Farming Area.
Don't ask why, because pigs are among the creatures that have the lowest chance of mutation into beasts during the apocalypse. Many of them remain only semi-evolved.
In the early days of the apocalypse, they could still be encountered in rural areas.
There are also those wealthy individuals. After the onset of the apocalypse, they amassed thousands of subordinates, coming here to select beautiful women for entertainment at their Gathering Place.
These bits of information spread slowly. No one knew what was true or false until, in the end, the tales became too mythical.
For a time, the entire Gathering Place was engulfed in joy over the arrival of the super Merchant Guild, and those who had been seeking death began to find hope for survival.
In fact, people in the apocalypse only need a little bit of hope; they will cling to life like cockroaches.
They are the easiest to satisfy.
Meanwhile, those in power became even more frantic. Whether this news was true or not didn't matter; they learned that a Drunkard in the tavern had become a Superpowered Individual.
An incredibly awkward Superpowered Individual, who could produce Alcohol Mist after drinking. This Alcohol Mist ignited desire and possessed formidable adhesion.
The most terrifying part was that when encountering Zombies, this Fellow's thin Alcohol Mist could enter their bodies and ignite them from within through the air.
Everyone knew this was not just effective against Zombies; it could also be used against others. As long as a whiff of Alcohol Mist reached them,
they would suffer greatly. This Alcohol Mist, more terrifying than industrial alcohol, exceeded ordinary human comprehension. When highly concentrated, it could even intoxicate Superpowered Individuals, which was even more crucial.
As long as he carried a lighter with him, he could extinguish anything in sight.
Of course, the Superpowered Individual was balanced; the Alcohol Mist he was currently producing was limited, only enough to support a few dozen cubic meters, and it didn't last long.
But he was just a First-Level Esper!
Now this Fellow had begun to idolize the man from the Chamber of Commerce as if he were a god. Everyone was speechless; this Fellow had truly struck gold, as someone had quietly opened the door for him to become a Superpowered Individual.
Everyone wondered how he had managed to become a Superpowered Individual.
In the end, they concluded that there might be Essence Fruit juice in that alcohol.
The fact that someone was brewing alcohol with Essence Fruit was astonishing; such wealth and power! They weren't even afraid of mutations, which indicated that the Essence Fruit was of high quality.
They all hoped they could exchange their wealth, women, or even everything for just one Essence Fruit, which could transform them into Superpowered Individuals, allowing them to take control of their own destinies in this world.
However, they were all mistaken.
At that moment, the horn of war had already sounded. The army from the Hope Gathering Place had quietly arrived at this seemingly solid yet utterly vulnerable Gathering Place. (To be continued)
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