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Chapter 14

Author: Memo Harbor
With the new barrels, Cyrus could now store 500 tons of water—enough to last him years. Once he siphoned bottled water from the Volmart warehouse, the water problem would be completely solved.

The deliveryman was as efficient as ever. Within a few hours, the order had arrived.

Cyrus went down to the gate to meet him and asked Kenneth, the security guard, to let the deliveryman in.

As usual, the neighbors gathered, whispering and pointing as Cyrus unloaded piles of oversized water barrels.

"Does this guy have a screw loose?"

"Seriously, every day it's something weird with him."

"I swear, the other day I saw workers carrying steel plates at least four inches thick into his place!"

"Heh, maybe he's crazy enough to build himself a safehouse like in those movies."

"I've seen videos of rich foreigners building bunkers out of boredom. Total paranoia."

"And now all these water barrels? Don't tell me he thinks Volaris City is going to run out of water. Hahaha!"

"Run out of water? This
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