My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 342

"Ah, that? No, it’s not free," the passerby replied, shaking their head. "That’s the Supply Center. Survivors here work to earn points, and those points can be exchanged for food, medicine, and other essentials. It’s how we keep the system running. Everyone contributes to the base in some way, whether through labor, defense, or other tasks, and they earn points in return."

The passerby paused, then added with a proud smile, "The Supply Center is overseen by the base leaders themselves. They’re the ones who not only manage the supplies but also head out on dangerous supply runs to keep the center stocked.

So, everything you see here—it’s the result of teamwork and leadership, ensuring that nobody gets a free ride, but also that no one goes hungry as long as they pull their weight."

With a glance at the maid, the passerby continued, "It’s tough but fair. You’ll get used to it soon enough. And trust me, it’s better than scrounging for scraps out there."

All the new survivors stared in disbelief, their mouths slightly agape, as if silently asking the passerby if he was joking. The idea of such a well-organized system seemed almost too good to be true, especially after the chaos they had been through. But the passerby just smirked, his expression saying, *"I know, right?"* without uttering a word.

He gave them a quick nod before turning and heading toward the Supply Center, where he joined the line of other survivors waiting to exchange their hard-earned work points for supplies. As he walked away, the group watched him, still processing the revelation.

For them, the thought of a structured community where work was fairly rewarded, and survival wasn’t just about luck, felt like something out of a dream.

Some exchanged glances, wondering if this system could really be as good as it seemed. Others looked around at the base’s residents—well-fed, working together, and even sharing the occasional laugh—feeling a cautious flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they’d finally found a place where survival wasn’t just about scraping by, but about rebuilding something more.

It had been nearly a week since Kisha and Duke had taken over the base and introduced the new work system. In that short time, the transformation among the survivors was nothing short of remarkable.

Those who had once stumbled through the base like the living dead, weakened from hunger and fear, were now walking with renewed strength and purpose. The effects of consistent meals and proper rest were visible in their faces and posture. No longer did they drag themselves across the camp as they had when they first arrived, frail and uncertain.

The rumors about Kisha’s incredible feat outside the wall had already spread like wildfire through the base. Word of her single-handedly decimating thousands of zombies had taken on a life of its own, morphing into exaggerated tales as each person passed it along.

By the time the gossip had reached the second or third person, Kisha was being described as some sort of superhuman force, plummeting hordes of zombies and leaving nothing but a grotesque pile of minced flesh in her wake.

As exaggerated as it sounded, there was some truth to it. Kisha had indeed turned a swarm of zombies into something resembling a meat grinder’s aftermath. Though few people actually saw her in action, the aftermath spoke volumes—piles of pulverized, unrecognizable zombie remains littered the area.

Yet, despite the disgust, there was a perverse sense of pride in having witnessed, or at least been near, such a display of raw power. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}