Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies Novels & Stories

Every night until I was old enough to read for myself, my dad read it to me: 'During ancient times, there were only a few humans and many supernaturals. At first, their interactions were peaceful: werewolves helped humans to develop and dragons let the humans travel on their backs if they needed to cross oceans. Vampires and witches were cruel if crossed, but they mostly kept to themselves. So, humans were at peace and enjoyed life.

Else the Ancients will simply take what they want with no care for the dead they leave behind them. Again, Ashley took the book from me and turned to a different page before returning it to me. Her hands shook, and as I read, I reached out and put my arm around her. She leaned into me gratefully. Even as stressed as we both were, feeling her body against mine was welcome. I cleared my mind and read further * * * Late Summer, 1645 What have I done? I know it was the only path forward. I know it. But...the Ancients demanded so much. If not, they will take all of us, starting with the women and children, and return to slumber once all of us are used and dead.

It was rich and savory. "Thank you, Lyra," I said. She smiled. "For what? You're my mom, after all." Yes, and she was my daughter—the one who had come from her previous life for me. For the following month, we followed Lyra's instructions and stockpiled the cellar of our new territory with supplies. The entire cellar was filled to the brim with grains, dried meat, water-purifying runes, and various healing and antidote herbs. When the plague did arrive and the continent fell into panic, we weren't caught unprepared.

Dad promised that if I got into the country's top college, he would grant me one request. Everyone knew he favored my younger sister, Amber Carter. I wouldn't inherit the company or any of the family assets. I needed to secure my own future, so I made my request while I had the chance. But the heatwave came, the world ended, and I never got what he promised. Memories from my previous life flooded back. When the extreme temperatures hit and civilization collapsed, supplies became everything. People would kill for a single slice of bread. Company shares meant nothing. When disaster struck, only food mattered.

“The host has not yet obtained the obsidian pendant containing the storage space. Once the host acquires the pendant and completes the binding process, the Inventory will link automatically to the Mind Control System, allowing the host to stockpile unlimited supplies.” I nodded slowly, and a memory from my old life surfaced without warning. During the apocalypse, there had been rumors of certain survivors who never seemed to run out of anything, people who had food and medicine long after everyone else had run dry. The popular explanation had been that they stockpiled everything before the collapse. Nobody had ever believed it, because the acid rain destroyed every warehouse it touched, and

“But people were weird before the Reversal. I’ve definitely noticed that. They liked to play hardship.” That’s why we have things like tents and backpacks, even though they come from a world in which people had homes with running water and vents in the floor that made the air warm or cool depending on the season. I like living out on my own. I like being self-reliant and strong. I wouldn’t have wanted to live before the Reversal, when things were easy and people were soft. But I am glad the last generation of people left behind a few artifacts that can help us now, like backpacks and food in cans. I’m not too proud to be thankful for anything that will help make our survival a little bit eas

Tsk… While arts and crafts weren’t a necessity for everyday survival, people needed to be entertained lest they go insane and start killing everyone around them. But why the hell did they take all of the purple pens?! It’s like one of the least used colors! I think… Annoyed that he couldn’t find any purple pen, Twilight goes deeper into the store. Still no food. Due to humanity coming together, places that stocked necessary supplies became larger. The everyday grocery store was at least thrice as big when there were still other countries.

"The Greeks are going to try to starve us out of the city. But we have always been prepared for long sieges. This city can last for a year if need be. There is no forest the Greeks can hunt game for. The sea will not sustain the Greek army. We have gotten our main sources of food from the shipping merchants. The food has been salted and preserved in our underground food stores. We have grain and wheat in abundance. Our water supply comes through the underground river where only a few Trojans know the exact location. Our city will prevail long after the enemy finally leave due to starvation," Braxius says proudly. If I didn't know my history, I would have believed him. "Okay," my voice and ey

“They are all made of silver,“ he cut into her. “Or is this not in our tradition?“ he raised an eyebrow. “Because I would be happy to prove you wrong and show you some ancient texts where our forefathers fought with ivory knives and other weapons.“ She sighed and rubbed her head. “But guns?“ She asked. “You have children in the pack for goddess’s sake! They can get their hands on this and then…“ “That is why Adam is always here,“ Rick replied. “And if he is not, someone else will be,“ he looked at her. “I know the dangers of bringing guns into the pack... but we will need it.“ Anna laughed maniacally. “Our species have survived for centuries. Through the witches' era, the first vampire upris

“Duh? Of course, those ancient sanctuary sects would’ve had plans on surviving.” “That’s right! I’ve got some insider information. Back in ancient times, Grand Emperor Rowan set up the Six Eternities and turned back time. The universe’s spiritual energy was taken and placed in the wastelands of America… “This came as good news to the ancient sects of the wastelands, but there were certain conditions to gaining the energy since not everyone could handle it. Usually, the bodies of ordinary people would be destroyed. Under normal circumstances, there was no way to survive, and they wouldn't be able to wait for the Grand Opportunity underneath. But there were exceptions… ”