My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 146

Although Kisha never told Duke everything she did behind the scenes to protect his interests, Duke was acutely aware of her silent guardianship and unique way of caring for him. He felt a deep happiness and cherished the chance to enjoy this kind of protection from the woman he now called his wife.

Despite never believing in deities or gods, he found himself grateful for the chance to meet Kisha in this lifetime and to spend time together. Even in the midst of the bleak future brought by the apocalypse, he felt that these moments were the most fulfilling and happiest of his once dull life.

Right now, he was staring at Kisha’s slightly scrunched-up face as she silently planned their next course of action. He didn’t even know how many steps ahead she had prepared to ensure that he and his family would be safe and sound the moment they stepped foot in the shelter—the lion’s den.

But he knew she was ready to spearhead the entire operation to make sure he wouldn’t lose anyone important to him.

Only now did he experience the feeling of being protected, and it was an amazing sensation he could easily become addicted to. He hadn’t realized that being under someone’s protective wing could be this blissful. Or perhaps it was because it was Kisha who was doing it?

Duke’s eyes crinkled with warmth as he gazed at Kisha, his expression shifting to one of affectionate possession. He couldn’t resist reaching out to gently rub Kisha’s head. "What would you like to eat later?" he inquired softly as they made their way back to the bulletin board to report the completion of their mission.

Kisha had meticulously mapped out the western district they scouted for the mission they accepted from the bulletin board, exchanging their findings for vital supplies. As they returned with their backpacks laden with resources, they were obligated to pay half to the shelter as tax. With Clyde’s group included, there were now 31 individuals comprising their party.

Upon entering the shelter, they dutifully handed over their share of supplies, enough to sustain many mouths. However, Kisha harbored reservations, knowing that these provisions would likely only reach those in charge.

This arrangement allowed them to acquire supplies without risking their people in dangerous scavenging missions outside. It was the standard procedure - they provided protection for the survivors, and in return, the tax ensured the soldiers had the energy to continue their duties.

While it sounded reasonable, the survivors were burdened with taxes on almost everything, leaving them with scant supplies for themselves afterward.

After a period, the shelter ceased distributing supplies to survivors who weren’t contributing. This reflects the principles of societal cooperation, which Kisha understood without objection. However, the issue arose from the disproportion between the taxes levied by those in authority and the rewards granted for completed missions.

While the mission’s anticipated reward suggested generosity, Kisha realized it fell short considering the danger they faced. Self-reliance proved more fruitful; their own efforts yielded greater supplies than missions did. Kisha’s hidden inventory was a stroke of luck, allowing her to keep it concealed from the shelter.

They not only discerned the type and strength of superhuman abilities but also scrutinized spatial-type users to ensure no unregistered or concealed items remained in their possession, in accordance with recorded inventories. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}