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Totenburg, this newly named place has become the northernmost Gathering Place of the Hope Gathering Place.
Changing a name was just a trivial matter for them; what they truly cared about was what kind of treatment this Hope Gathering Place would provide.
They couldn't believe the benefits listed on that flyer. If it were true, then the power of this Hope Gathering Place would be terrifying.
If only half of the promises made in that hope could be fulfilled! No, even a third would suffice! As long as a third of it came true, their food supply wouldn't be so scarce. The hope for survival would return, and even the wealthy could hope to obtain real Essence.
They now realized that Essence Fruit could also be refined into Essence, and the success rate was surprisingly high, even though the price was something they could never save up for in their lifetime. However, if it were sold, their income would increase significantly.
This clearly showed how advantageous it was to have backing in this post-apocalyptic world.
"Hey! Old Liang, you’re the most well-informed here. Can they really fulfill their promises? How much can they deliver? We're almost out of food at home; if they can deliver, that would be fantastic!" Next to the Grain Store was a stall recycling used machinery and electrical goods from the Post-Apocalypse. There were still many good items inside; they dismantled them to extract valuable metals for remelting. As for rebar and such, forget it—the Gathering Place had already taken all of that.
"Food? Fulfillment? Go check out the disaster relief tents at the city gate! If it weren't for those poor souls needing Registration and working according to their distribution, I would have gone to Registration myself long ago." Old Liang was the boss of the grain store. After chatting with Zheng Yifan, he had gathered quite a bit of information. The food in his store had been cleared out in advance, and future supplies would rely on this Gathering Place.
At the city gate, there were over ten disaster relief tents, each with five large pots boiling away!
These were truly massive pots. Cooking hundreds of pounds of Rice Porridge in one pot was no problem at all, with flames roaring beneath them.
A wooden stick was inserted into the center of one pot.
"Hey! Old Wang, why do you stick a stick in your porridge?" A few people gathered around, watching as those poor souls lined up for hundreds of meters.
This was quite a novelty; even in the apocalypse, there were those who gossiped because they had nothing else on their minds. They didn't dare venture out for fear of missing any changes in the Gathering Place. After all, if there was a change in leadership at a Gathering Place, all rules within could change too. If the new leader decided to implement some good policies, everyone would have a chance at positions within the Gathering Place.
So now everyone waited eagerly while eating their meager rations.
At this time, no one had much food; there was nothing to be done—the yield was too low to sustain them.
"Teacher Li! With all your knowledge, you don’t know? That stick is to ensure the porridge is thick enough. If it falls within three seconds after being poured, more rice needs to be added. It must stay upright for three seconds without falling! Damn it. It's been over two years since the apocalypse started; I've never had porridge this thick before. If it weren't for needing Registration here, I would have already downed several bowls!" Old Wang drooled as he seemed to notice something surprising.
"I can't believe my eyes! They are even distributing pickled vegetables, and it's shredded pickled mustard! This is the arrival of the Rich Tycoon! Are they here to aid disaster victims or to serve the elite?" Old Wang was even more astonished.
Inside the disaster relief tent were fervent believers, spreading the glory of Hope God while serving bowls of Rice Porridge to those on the brink of starvation.
And there was something even better in the back! Rice Porridge made with chicken broth, thick and rich. The shredded chicken was almost falling apart, and the aroma was simply irresistible! This was meant for the last breaths of the Survivors. The porridge contained ginseng, which wasn't overly nourishing but provided some sustenance; those weakened individuals couldn't absorb too much nourishment anyway, so there wasn't too much chicken included.
However, for people in this apocalyptic world, having a chicken carcass in a pot of porridge counted as meat broth. Moreover, there were two whole chickens in that pot.
It was truly maddening.
The believers filled several bowls of porridge with special baskets and began searching for those on the verge of death, offering them something warm to eat, and finally arranging for them to be placed in the newly constructed tents.
The tents ensured warmth and provided some Nutrients.
The main goal of all this was to preserve their lives. Despite looking half-dead now, once they recovered, they would become citizens of Hope Gathering Place and valuable contributors.
Among them were a few who had activated powerful Superpowers. In the future, Hope Gathering Place would gain another expert.
This was an investment and a way to attract more believers.
In times of desperation, help became invaluable, and those believers attracted even more followers.
If Xu Jie could activate Holy Power for them and they could form their own Superpowers afterward, such Superpowered Individuals would be the most precious because they possessed exceptional abilities.
In all of Ancheng, there were only about twenty individuals who had joined the academy of Hope Gathering Place to begin their training.
They would be the pillars of Gathering Place in the future, but for now, they were still not ready; their Superpower levels were too low.
Ordinary Superpower evolution did not happen that quickly.
Believers wandered through the Gathering Place, and no one dared to approach them. Despite the bowls of soup in their hands, no one was brave enough to snatch them away.
Because those who had dared to do so that morning were now hanging from the city gates.
At that time, a believer had brought food to the nearly dying Survivors, and a few ruthless former strongmen had attempted to rob those bowls of porridge.
Three Second-Stage Espers charged forward, confident against a Second Tier believer. They were certain of their success, but unfortunately, they failed.
Just as they revealed their intentions to steal the food, the believer had already used the Power of Faith to alert their companions nearby.
The outcome was predictable. A dozen Superpowered Individuals unleashed their Superpowers simultaneously, creating devastating force that left the would-be robbers incapacitated, and they were subsequently hung from the city walls.
This served as a deterrent and a warning; after all, the Gathering Place had reclaimed its territory without war, and there were certainly those who remained unconvinced.
The Hope Gathering Place aimed to teach them a lesson.
At that moment, the Gathering Place seemed to erupt with excitement. Many were astonished as they watched the area where the original leader of the Gathering Place resided come alive with activity.
"Quick! They’ve opened a Resource Recovery Center and a Supply Supermarket! We’re going to get rich! Really rich! Their promises have been fulfilled! Not just fulfilled, but exceeded by several times! Some items are priced at tenfold or even dozens of times!" The atmosphere was electric! The entire Gathering Place felt like a drop of water sizzling in hot oil, completely boiling over. (To be continued)
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