Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

As they passed a patch of grass, Moira Lynch suddenly stopped.

[Eyelash Fruit: Consuming it will cause one’s eyelashes to grow long and thick, and a second layer of eyelashes will also grow. This can effectively block desert sand from getting into the eyes. It is the favorite snack of Kessari children.]

Looking at the eyelash fruit, which closely resembled a pair of false eyelashes, she thought its effect seemed quite practical for the desert.

"Patience, after eating these eyelash fruits, the new lashes won’t cover my eyes, will they?"

[No.]

Moira relaxed only after receiving the affirmative answer.

Anyone who had ever worn makeup knew that if the eye makeup was too heavy or the false eyelashes were too long, one’s eyes would look closed even when they were open.

You’d have to strain to open your eyes wide just to look like you were normally opening them.

After confirming the lashes wouldn’t normally obstruct her vision, Moira finally picked some ripe eyelash fruits.

"Here, try this."

Moira handed a few eyelash fruits to Hugh Finch.

Hugh Finch took them and bit into one. The taste was sweet and sour—quite delicious.

To save time, the two of them had been eating nothing but Energy Bars recently.

Although they tasted much better than nutrient liquid, they were still a far cry from a real meal.

After finishing one eyelash fruit, Hugh Finch couldn’t help but rub his eyes.

"This fruit..."

Almost immediately, Hugh Finch realized the problem was the fruit. He turned to look at Moira.

Hugh Finch didn’t believe Moira would poison him; after all, she had eaten the fruit herself—and far more of it than he had.

Seeing this, Moira waved her hand. "Don’t worry, you just grew longer eyelashes. This is called an eyelash fruit. Eating it makes your lashes grow long and thick, and you’ll even grow a second layer. It’s effective at keeping blowing sand out of your eyes."

After hearing the explanation, Hugh Finch fell silent for a moment, as if having made some kind of decision. He called out to Moira with an unusually serious expression, "Moira."

Noticing Hugh Finch’s odd behavior, Moira’s smile vanished. Seeing his grave expression, she couldn’t help but regret getting a little too carried away just now.

’He hasn’t figured something out, has he?’

People who awakened the Divination Talent usually had perception and intuition far beyond that of ordinary people.

Just as Moira’s heart was pounding with nervousness, she heard Hugh Finch ask in that same unusually serious tone, "Moira, you’re not an alien, are you?"

Moira: "..."

"You’re the alien! Your whole family is full of aliens!" Moira glared at Hugh Finch, fuming.

’Even though I was reborn,’ she thought, ’this body is a genuine Caelan. Even my soul is from the Caelus of a parallel world. By any measure, I’m one hundred percent pure Caelan.’

Seeing Moira’s reaction, Hugh Finch gave an awkward laugh and explained, "Don’t be mad, don’t be mad. You just know so much. It’s only natural for me to suspect something like that."

At his words, Moira just "hmphed," turned her back on Hugh Finch, and walked toward the water source.

"Hey, hey, wait for me!"

The water source in this oasis was a massive lake with crystal-clear water.

Around the lake, a sign written in the common tongue read, "Wasting water resources is forbidden. Violators will be permanently banished from the oasis."

After all, in the desert, water was an extremely scarce resource.

It could be said that every single drop was precious.

A number of players had gathered here to collect water.

Exhaustion was written on every player’s face, and their faces, bodies, and clothes were all covered in dust.

These people each held two buckets. After filling them with water, they would leave without a backward glance, as if afraid to waste a single second.

Some players with physical enhancement talents could even carry over a dozen buckets at once, drawing envious gazes from the others.

Of course, the most envied of all were the players who possessed a Space Button.

They only had to put their Space Button in the water to easily take a large amount with them.

Moira and Hugh Finch walked to the water’s edge and put their hands in.

When the other players saw that the two of them had no buckets, they knew they were another pair who owned a Space Button, and a pang of envy rose in their hearts.

But people with a Space Button were a minority. So far, the only place that had ever sold them was SoySauceDrunkard’s shop, and the price was not something the average person could afford.

Even so, the Space Buttons were in such high demand that they had long since sold out.

Because Moira and Hugh Finch were just a pair and they weren’t leaving, some opportunistic people couldn’t help but stop what they were doing, their malicious eyes fixed on the two of them.

After about ten minutes, the two of them finally finished filling up all the Sucking Mushrooms.

Just as they were about to get up and leave, three burly figures took the opportunity to surround them.

The man in the lead had a green dragon tattooed on his arm and a ferocious expression. He was the type you could tell was trouble at a single glance.

"What do you want?" Moira asked.

"What do we want?" one of them sneered at the pair. "Little sis, making all these trips for water is exhausting. Big bro here wants to borrow your water-carrying tool. You won’t refuse, will you?"

As he spoke, he cracked his knuckles, producing a "CRACK-CRACK" sound. The threat was self-evident.

That "big bro" was enough to make Moira’s stomach turn, like she had just chugged two pounds of lard.

The other players saw the commotion and recognized the three men. They looked at Moira and Hugh Finch with either pity or schadenfreude.

These three were not good people. Taking advantage of the lack of governance in the game, they burned, killed, and plundered, stopping at no evil. Moreover, although their awakened talents were different, all three were physical enhancement types. The average player was no match for them.

Once they targeted you, you could only pray for your own good fortune.

Of course, quite a few people felt Moira and Hugh deserved it. Who told them not to be more discreet?

Some with darker thoughts even hoped Moira and Hugh would have worse luck, preferably getting beaten up by these three and losing their qualifications to play the game.

Seeing that Moira and Hugh Finch remained silent, the three men gradually lost their patience.

The tattooed man said impatiently, "I suggest you be smart and hand it over quickly. You might save yourselves some pain. Otherwise..."

The tattooed man raised his arm, which was thicker than Moira’s head, and flexed his bulging muscles.

"Otherwise, these sandbag-sized fists of mine won’t show any mercy. With your scrawny frames, I doubt you could even take a single punch."

Seeing that the three had no intention of backing down, Moira wasted no more words and directly released the Black Wolf.

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