Novel & Cerita Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies

She always stays with her mother in the kitchen before cancer took her ten years ago. The Manager moved to another section where the cooking essentials were warehoused. His eyes shifted between the list and the workers hauling the supplies as he called them out. Ten Gallons Vegetable oil, five packs of Bouillon cube, Baking powder, Vinegar, Honey, Dried Spices, Instant coffee, Tea bags and other necessary supplies. Then the water was supplied with equal efficiency and accuracy as the Sera Demanded. During the Apocalypse, water was very scared and contaminated that people traded the small food they had at home for water, and at the critical stage when dehydration struck, humans became scaveng

"Right now, they're still being polite. Give it time. They might stop treating you like people. Thorgan, how is your history?" "So-so. Why?" Thorgan replied. Cyrus's voice turned calm. "I just want to remind you that these soldiers have killed more than you can imagine. They are numb to it. In ancient times, during severe shortages, armies often solved the food problem by turning on civilians."

Most abandoned homes have canned food, and water can be taken from any source and boiled and filtered enough to drink. However, the world's supply of ammunition is limited, and no one is left to make more of it. It was gone once it's gone. I reasoned that Justine could certainly create his own ammo with the necessary materials and tools. That is something I understand why people have done in the past. Wasn't everything created someplace in a factory? I'll have to check with him later to make sure he's not looking to give me the quiet treatment.

And you will guide them. I looked back at the barrels, glowing softly in the early light. Lucien’s foundation, the ancient lineage, all balanced and aligned. The first step toward a Haven sustained without hunger. A Haven that could survive what was coming. And far beyond the mountains, across forests and valleys, something old, patient, and vast had turned its gaze once more. Watching. Waiting. We were ready.

Possibilities moved quietly between them. Weather blocking distant routes. Conflict elsewhere. Or something claiming the path. We do not assume worst first, the older woman said. No. But we prepare for it. That afternoon they inventoried supplies openly. No secrecy. No alarm. Transparency preserved steadiness. Grain sufficient for two months if rationed lightly. Salt low. Herbs manageable. Livestock stable. No panic. But awareness sharpened. The leader among the newcomers approached her near the well. If trade stalls longer, we may need to travel.

The risks were immense, but survival demanded we faced them. Each scavenging run was a gamble, a desperate bid to acquire the resources we needed to survive another day. We ventured out in small groups, relying on our collective knowledge and experience to navigate the treacherous landscape. We sought out scraps of food, anything edible amidst the ruins. We collected anything that could be repurposed, from metal scraps for repairs to cloth for makeshift clothing. We even scavenged for scraps of books, snippets of knowledge in a world where learning was a luxury.

They looked like refugees from another time, a ragged collection of humanity clinging to the last shreds of their dignity. She spent the second day conducting a thorough inventory of her supplies. The bunker was well-stocked, but it wasn't infinite. She had enough food and water to sustain herself for years, but if she opened her doors to fifty survivors, her supplies would be depleted in months. She would need to find more resources, establish a system of rationing, and create a plan for long-term sustainability.

Everyone lived in the cave for the time being. They only lacked now food and water. The people with high cultivation levels were not afraid of lacking food and water. Even if they refined a stalk of spiritual herb, they would still be able to live a day. However, the old, weak, pregnant, and young couldn't live without water and food. Chu Xun left the valley with a group of young people. Several hours later, they came back with more than 20 mountain-sized beasts. He also filled three Storage Rings with water.

David asked with some doubts. “This is different. A single force records other prophecies, but in the case of the catastrophe, almost all families and sects with even the slightest history have records. We have no way of knowing how the people in ancient times got this result, so I can only do my best to deal with it as actively as possible and hope to get through it safely.” “I see.” David was lost in thought. He did not understand the methods of the people in ancient times. However, since everyone had said so, there must be some basis for it.

But what would happen if he allowed it to roam free? I was not familiar with how Ancient One’s handled their joining, but it came at the cost of enjoying feasting on human blood. They didn’t need to do so - they could live without food, drink or blood, unlike their vampire offspring, but they still craved the taste and that was how they created their families.