Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

Moira faced the flower before her, and the voice of Patience automatically rang in her ear.

[Desert Iris: An extremely rare flower that grows in oases. The Kessari people view the Desert Iris as a symbol of friendship and typically only give it to their friends.]

"Why are you giving me this?" Moira asked curiously.

The little Kessari looked at Moira earnestly. "Because you brought us delicious food. Thank you."

Hearing the little Kessari say this, Moira immediately remembered the Golden King Flower she had given them before.

Moira reached out, took the flower from the little Kessari’s hand, and said sincerely, "Thank you for the flower. It’s beautiful."

At her words, the little Kessari shyly turned and left.

After putting the flower away carefully, Moira turned and went back to helping plant trees.

After a busy morning, the two of them finally finished planting the remaining 216 trees and breathed a sigh of relief.

The greatest contributors to this task weren’t Moira or Hugh Finch, but Black Wolf and the pack of dogs.

If they hadn’t helped dig the holes, Moira and Hugh Finch would have eventually completed the task, but definitely not this quickly.

However, the system notification announcing the task’s completion never came.

Moira looked at the back of her hand. The number 498 was still displayed there.

’Does it only refresh at night?’

Moira checked the time and decided to deal with lunch first.

Just then, a burst of fierce barking suddenly erupted nearby.

"WOOF WOOF WOOF!!"

Moira looked toward the sound and saw a grimy-faced woman holding a sausage, trying to lure her dogs.

"Come on, doggies. Want to come with me? I’ve got a yummy sausage for you."

However, no matter how much she coaxed, the pack of dogs remained unmoved. The border collie in the lead even bared its teeth and let out a warning growl.

Border collies are the most intelligent dogs, and with the added boost from Moira’s spiritual power, this one’s intellect was on a whole new level. It could definitely tell the difference between a single meal and a steady supply.

Besides, she was trying to tempt them with a single sausage. What an insult.

’Back in the dimensional space, we can eat all the chicken we want. Who cares about your stupid sausage?’

Seeing the dogs unmoved and even snarling at her, the woman gradually lost her patience. She decided to use force to take them.

But just then, Moira’s voice rang out. "What are you doing to my dogs?"

Seeing Moira, a flicker of awkwardness flashed in the woman’s eyes.

The scene was no different from being caught red-handed by a salesperson while shoplifting in a mall.

She laughed awkwardly. "Uh, I just saw your dogs were cute, so I wanted to play with them. To be able to keep dogs so well in times like these, you two must be very strong."

After all, the amount of food these dogs ate each day must be substantial.

The woman smiled, but inwardly she was cursing the two of them for being selfish.

’People can barely feed themselves, yet these two have the nerve to keep dogs. If they have that much extra food, they should share it with everyone.’

Moira naturally didn’t believe the woman’s words. After all, the aura around her was a tangled mess, an obvious sign of a guilty conscience.

Noticing the woman was still holding the sausage, Moira waved to the border collie.

At the signal, the border collie immediately stopped baring its teeth, wagged its tail, and trotted over happily.

The other dogs saw this and ran over as well, their eyes looking at her with longing.

It’s easy to get used to luxury, but hard to go back to a simple life.

These dogs were accustomed to living in the environment of her dimensional space. After suddenly spending two days in the desert, they were still energetic, but it was inevitable that they would miss their old home.

This was especially true for the sled dogs.

The Alaskan Malamute, Husky, and Samoyed all had thick fur, making the hot environment even more uncomfortable for them.

Moira understood what they were asking. With a wave of her hand, she recalled them all.

When the woman saw all the dogs disappear in an instant, her eyes widened and she blurted out, "Is that your talent?"

Moira couldn’t be bothered to deal with her; the woman clearly had ill intentions.

Putting her cool and aloof persona back on, she said to Hugh Finch beside her, "Let’s go."

Seeing the two of them leaving, the woman suddenly called out, "Wait, your task should be finished, right? Could you lend us your dogs to use?"

"Young lady, I can tell just by looking at you that you’re a kind person. We’re all players from Cathaya. I’m sure you won’t refuse such a small favor, will you?"

The woman looked at Moira, her face plastered with a fawning smile.

Moira didn’t look very old, and in the woman’s mind, girls her age shared a common set of traits: they were soft-hearted, kind, and too thin-skinned to say no.

’Even if she’s unwilling, as long as I flatter her a little, she’ll agree.’

However, this time the woman had completely miscalculated. As the saying goes, a good horse gets ridden by everyone, and a kind person gets bullied by everyone.

From the moment the apocalypse arrived, Moira had cast aside her sympathy.

She could be kind, but she wouldn’t help just anyone.

"Ma’am, you’ve got the wrong person. She’s not kind at all," Hugh Finch said with a smile.

Watching their backs as they left without a single glance behind, the woman’s expression twisted from bewilderment to fury.

’Kids these days are getting worse and worse. I practically begged her, and she still refused so bluntly.’

’No, I can’t just let this go.’

The woman’s talent was Thousand-mile Eye with a bit of X-ray vision, which counted as a mutated talent.

It allowed her to see distant scenes, ignoring any obstacles.

Because of this, the woman had noticed Moira and Hugh Finch early on.

She had watched them get saplings that were much thinner than hers, watched them use dogs to dig holes and a Black Wolf to fetch water. All they had to do was place the saplings in the holes, cover them with soil, and pour the water.

Then she looked at herself. In a desperate race against time to plant just a few more trees, her hands had become covered in blisters.

The contrast was devastating.

’We’re all players. What gives you the right to have it so easy?’

The more the woman watched, the more resentful she felt, and the more resentful she felt, the more she watched.

After watching for so long, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the spot.

The more the woman thought about it, the angrier she became. She looked at the newly planted trees. ’Since you won’t lend me your dogs,’ she thought, ’it’s only fair that I take some of your saplings, right?’

’These saplings look much thinner than the ones I got. They must be easier to plant, too.’

With that, the woman reached her villainous hands toward a sapling on the ground.

Just as her hands gripped the sapling and she was about to yank it out of the ground, a person suddenly shot out from the sand.

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