My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 313 - 310 Change
Chapter 313: Chapter 310: Change
Chapter 313 -310: Change
Apocalypse Calendar, May 15.
Unconsciously, more than four months had passed since the day the disaster broke out, and for the survivors, it seemed like a different era.
Over four months had passed, shifting from summer into autumn and winter.
Starting half a month ago, the originally scorching weather had gradually begun to fade. However, before the survivors could celebrate, a cold wind blew in from the north.
Howling, the temperature plummeted.
From originally being above forty degrees Celsius, it had dropped to single digits now. Perhaps it was not yet exceedingly cold, but this was just the change over a short half-month period. The survivors dared not forget that in the preceding months, the highs of summer were far hotter than in previous years. So what would this winter bring — a mild winter, or, like the summer, would it morph into an uncharacteristically cold season?
Ordinary survivors did not know; however, some far-sighted individuals had already begun to prepare winter clothing.
“These two truckloads of White Furred Beast fur should make quite a number of warm clothes, and they are high-end products too. If engraved with runes, they might even become E2 or even E3 level rune equipment. The head of Cloud Clothing had, recognizing the changes in climate early on, ordered a large batch of fur half a month ago. Truly a far-sighted vision.”
A convoy was slowly approaching from afar.
Besides several trucks loaded with goods, the rest of the group, armed with firearms or cold weapons, vigilantly surrounded the slowly moving trucks, their eyes fixed on the surrounding environment.
Leading the way was a middle-aged man with a small mustache on his lip, wearing a D3 level Cheetah Combat Uniform stained with plenty of dried blood.
As the cold wind blew, he glanced at the two trucks filled with fur, contemplating.
The White Furred Beast, one type of Demonized Beast, known among the beast population as a traitor. Different from most fierce and ugly Demonized Beasts, it possessed a higher aesthetic appeal with thick white fur that not only offered substantial protection but also excellent warmth.
Listed in the Demonized Beast Atlas with the number 0296.
In their region of Heng City, traces of White Furred Beast activity were occasionally seen. This time, commissioned by Cloud Clothing Commerce, they had procured a batch of White Furred Beast fur to be transported to Green Shadow.
Delivering to Green Shadow was not hard for Moustache, who had already traveled back and forth several times between Heng City and Lin City.
Since first following Heng City’s military on a difficult journey to Lindong, and coincidentally purchasing a large quantity of E-grade rune equipment in Green Shadow and making a huge profit upon returning to Heng City, Moustache had changed his business scope.
Transforming Storm Mercenary Corps into Storm Commerce, he no longer took missions from the mission center but shifted to trading.
Afterward, crossing long distances through the wilderness without the lead of Heng City’s military, Moustache and his group had already figured out a relatively safe “trade route,” aware of which areas were off-limits and which were safe.
After several round trips, despite encountering numerous dangers, they had made a fortune. The entire Storm Commerce, with dozens of Awakeners, was now equipped with a full set of rune equipment, each having a D1 level rune weapon, and most of them had reached the Fifth Tier of Awakening.
Undoubtedly elites.
Including Moustache himself, there were even three Boss level powerhouses.
To this day, although the prestige of being a Boss level powerhouse was not as high as it was two months ago, their numbers were still rare.
Those who had first awakened, fought hard, and managed to survive until now, not a few could boast Fifth Tier strength. Yet, over ninety-nine percent were stuck at the bottleneck of breaking through from Fifth Tier to Sixth Layer, at an impasse.
Even those with good talent and luck, who had broken through to become Boss level powerhouses, found their strength progressing more and more slowly.
Sixth Layer, Seventh Layer, the higher one climbed, the more soul power one needed to refine, but although there were many Demonized Beasts, high-tier Demonized Beasts were not as common as cabbages, unable to meet the soul power needs of Advanced Awakeners.
Relying solely on refining soul power for improvement was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Fortunately, our trade has grown significantly, allowing us to make some connections with the upper echelons of Green Shadow, and that’s how I was able to purchase the Knight Cultivation Method.”
While cultivating and refining soul power, Moustache had already reached the Seventh Layer Peak, whereas many Awakeners who had broken through to the Boss Level around the same time were just entering the Seventh Layer, creating an even larger gap in combat power.
Moustache felt incredibly fortunate.
He looked back at the five trucks behind him, two were ordered by Cloud Clothing Commerce, the other three carried various Transcendent Minerals that Green Shadow regularly purchased. While not as profitable as two truckloads of White Furred Beast pelts, these three trucks of cargo were far more important to Moustache.
Ahead,
two scouts responsible for surveillance ran to the front of the caravan, their dust-streaked faces breaking into smiles, “Chief, we’re almost there, almost there!”
Moustache surveyed the surroundings, “It’s really hard to make out anything in the wilderness nowadays, but since we’re almost there, let’s pick up the pace.”
The trucks increased their speed, the caravan’s guards hastening their pace as well.
Soon, a ten-meter-high black wall appeared before everyone.
Two black towers stood imposingly beside the gate, and mounted machine guns lined the top of the wall, with numerous Awakeners in Combat Uniforms patrolling back and forth.
“Uncle, is this Green Shadow?” a boy in his early teens asked eagerly within the group.
Moustache shook his head and laughed, “Green Shadow is much more impressive than this place. This is just an outpost, Creekwood Outpost…but getting here means we’re not far from Green Shadow anymore, and the rest of the journey should be relatively safe.”
The caravan stopped in front of the city wall, and an Awakener responsible for negotiations stepped forward, presenting a commerce certification authorized by Green Shadow. After a short while, the gate, large enough to allow four trucks to enter side by side, slowly opened, and the Storm Commerce caravan entered the outpost.
The entire outpost was reconstructed from the former Creekwood Sanctuary, filled with low buildings; occasionally, one could see formidable Awakeners passing by, along with numerous shouting vendors.
“We’ll rest here for half an hour; anyone with personal needs, sort them out quickly.”
The caravan trucks parked in an open area; some stayed to guard the cargo while others dispersed noisily.
Moustache squatted on the ground, lighting a cigarette for himself.
His nephew next to him was very curious about everything, “Uncle, what are those people doing?”
The little boy pointed at some survivors not far away carrying large backpacks—a common sight at the outpost, shouting as they saw passing Awakeners.
“Them? They’re also merchants,” Moustache paused, “but they’re different from us. We run between two Sanctuaries with large profits, while they are ordinary people, transporting water and food from Green Shadow to sell to passing Awakeners for a small margin.”
Many Awakeners, for the convenience of hunting Demonized Beasts or saving time on missions, often chose to rest at outposts, and these survivors seized the opportunity to sell supplies.
However, since the distance between Green Shadow and Creekwood Outpost was not considerable, the profit from selling goods here was very low.
Moustache sighed, “Hu, remember this, if you want to make big money, you need strength first. The reason I agreed to bring you this time, besides letting you gain some experience, was to prepare you for entering the Extreme Martial Arts Hall to study. I hope one day you’ll become a stronger person than your Uncle.”
