Chapter 67: Taking Action

Apocalypse: Stockpiling a Trillion Supplies at the Start Master Wujie 1300 words 2026-02-09 19:14:35

It was indeed unbearably cruel, but that was the truth. This group, armed with weapons, held absolute authority. However, in the days that followed, someone searching for supplies encountered an outside rescue team, which alarmed these people. Only then did the constables realize that the city's waterworks had been seized by a band of criminals. Now, those in power could no longer stand idly by.

Cai Jin was the maid whom Blaze had taken in. Her family had always been poor, never able to curry favor with the stewardess Madam Fu, so she had been assigned to heavy labor in the outer courtyard. Blaze had noticed her by chance and, seeing her honesty and diligence, naturally decided to keep her close to handle personal affairs.

They hid and fled. Nightfall saw his father, once lofty and commanding, now confused and nearly mad—a sight that made him lower his eyes in sorrow. But there was no time for grief; Yanling still desperately needed his help. Silently, he turned away from the emperor and hurried toward the army's encampment.

Though the berserk effect greatly enhanced the orc warriors’ combat power, it also placed a tremendous strain on their hearts.

Baoqing invoked Zhao Yun’s name, hoping Du Ping would desist. Ever since the old palace lord and Master Zilong had died in quick succession, Du Ping’s temperament had changed.

“I won’t, I…” Feng Xi was about to protest when she caught Ye Yinglun casting a sharp glance her way.

When they saw it was Yanling, panic and terror spread among the crowd. Everyone wanted to flee, but before anyone could move, they realized they were already trapped within a crimson barrier.

No wonder she was the most formidable Black-robed Sorcerer of the Sanctuary—the mere use of this spell allowed her to rival cultivators at the peak of the Fifth Realm.

What he could truly rely on was not these people, nor solely the weapons of a later age, but the map of Great Song. Still, a map drawn a thousand years later could not possibly be accurate in detail, especially not down to the towns and villages.

My classmates looked at me with sympathy, following closely behind our class monitor Lin Ying as we ran toward the track on the playground.

He detested Lie Xinhán intensely. Lie Xinhán—born to power and privilege—had everything: family, status, and more. Though the Liehuo Manor had declined, as the saying goes, even a broken ship still has three nails. Besides, the manor hadn’t truly fallen; it had simply withdrawn into the forests to avoid worldly affairs and preserve its strength.

Gradually, Jiang Yang drifted into slumber, his body floating upward. Strands of golden energy, thick as bamboo skewers, appeared out of thin air, swirling ceaselessly around him.

That sliver of vitality, like a venomous worm, devoured the old, emaciated man’s life at an excruciatingly slow but unwavering pace, relentlessly enlarging itself.

To help the five exploration teams familiarize themselves better, they boarded vehicles headed for the Source Crystal mining zone around two in the afternoon.

“Hmph! I said kill him, so he will die! No reason needed!” Mitsuyoshi Nagaharu declared arrogantly—he certainly couldn’t tell anyone that man’s connection with his own mother.

“Idiot! What are you doing? Advance! Advance!” Meanwhile, Nobumoto Hosokawa’s side was thrown into confusion and failed to charge into Mount Tokaiyama in time.

At the start of the treatment, Teddy had found something odd. But distracted by the faint yellow glow, he hadn’t thought much of it until now, when he met those dazed, searching eyes fixed on him, and realization dawned.

“The city magistrate, Suminokura Ryoi, has established the Copper House, responsible for copper identification, issuance, and exchange, all under the supervision of the financial and accounting commissioners.” Nobumoto Hosokawa deliberately separated gold, silver, and copper, to prevent any single entity from becoming too powerful, which would be dangerous for all involved.

For the Luo family’s collateral branch, returning to the clan had always been a dream for Luo Yuan and Luo Zhen.

Though this move was difficult to master, it was clearly a display of flair—why bother tossing the sword like that? So, the invisible man was arrogant too; even after finishing his sword practice, he didn’t forget to show off.