My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 741

It just so happened that right after the final explanation and some additional instructions about their route and how they'd operate as a team, Eliot finished cooking the feast. The delicious aroma instantly stole everyone's attention, drawing eyes toward the food like moths to a flame.

Soon, Eliot and the others who had been assigned to help with the meal began setting up the table, arranging steaming pots and trays. If anyone wanted a dish, they simply had to ask, and someone behind the table would serve it up hot.

There was creamy corn soup, stir-fried beef with broccoli, sweet and sour pork, fluffy white rice, and a generous helping of stir-fried vegetables with pork.

Just the sight of it all had Dracon, Abby, and their team practically drooling where they stood. Seeing this, the Winters kindly let them go first in line.

It was hard to tell whether to laugh or feel sorry for them, especially as Dracon's group began jokingly competing to see whose stomach could growl the loudest. From the way they acted—and looked—it was clear they hadn't had a decent meal in quite some time.

And so, Dracon and his crew were ushered to the very front of the line. The steam rising from the food clouded their vision, and they swallowed hard in anticipation. Without even thinking, they handed over their sectioned plates to the servers.

Moments later, those plates were piled high with every available dish, and their bowls of rice looked like tiny mountains.

Just before they turned to find a place to sit, someone on the side handed them cold bottled water. One by one, they absentmindedly accepted everything being given to them, their hands gradually filling with food and drink.

By the time they found a spot on the ground to sit, they were fully loaded—plates brimming, water in hand. When they finally snapped out of their daze and took their first bite, most of them couldn't help but tear up.

The warmth of the food, the flavor, the comfort—it all hit them at once. It had been so long since they'd had a proper, hot meal. At that moment, it felt like the greatest luxury in the world.

And after everything they'd been through—after crawling through hardship and pushing themselves to the brink—this meal felt like a well-earned reward, filling not just their stomachs but their hearts.

As they ate, Dracon and his team couldn't hold back their emotions—tears and snot ran freely as they devoured the warm meal. The Winters watched in silence, their hearts heavy with sympathy.

They couldn't do much except offer second servings and kind smiles, quietly ensuring these survivors had as much food as they wanted.

On Kisha's side, Eliot initially tried to help serve her food, but Duke wouldn't allow it. Determined, Duke personally took it upon himself to get food not only for Kisha, but for his entire family and in-laws.

He made several trips back and forth, firmly refusing help from the Evans. To him, this wasn't just about food—it was a way to express his love and devotion as a husband, son, and grandson.

The elders watched with pride, especially the Patriarch, who was moved to see Duke taking on such a thoughtful and responsible role. Eventually, Keith stepped in to lend a hand, and Duke finally relented, letting his brother-in-law help carry the trays.