Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

Moira studied the map and noticed a red dot right on her current location.

A closer look revealed that the red dot represented her.

’Seriously? Couldn’t they have used a different color? All that worrying for nothing.’

’Looking at the other locations... does this mean the Tiger King has multiple lairs?’

’It’s possible,’ she thought. ’Even a crafty rabbit has three burrows. Why wouldn’t a Tiger King have a few extra dens?’

’Looks like I’ll have to visit each of these spots. The map covers a large area, so this will probably take a while.’

With that in mind, Moira glanced at the time and decided to get started. Best to make this quick.

She looked at the four dots on the map and decided to start with the closest one, hoping it wouldn’t take too much time.

Moira kept her eyes on the red dot’s position on the map, adjusting her course accordingly.

It was worth noting that the red dots weren’t stationary. They were moving, albeit very slowly, as if they were out for a stroll.

’Looks like my guess about the dens was wrong.’

Soon, Moira left the village’s safe zone and officially entered the mountains.

Just as she left the safe zone, Moira saw the figures of several deer flash by in the distance.

...

After walking for some time, she checked the map again. She was still a good distance away from the nearest red dot.

This mountain range was bigger than she had imagined. She’d killed plenty of mobs along the way, but not the one she was after.

She checked the time—it was already 12:30 PM, time for lunch.

Moira disliked things like Nutrition Supplements, and she also worried about getting too immersed in the game and neglecting her real-life responsibilities. For those reasons, her gaming pod wasn’t equipped with them.

Moira yawned. Grinding mobs over and over was incredibly tedious, so she decided to log off, eat, and take a nap.

She could continue after she woke up.

Anyway, the village chief’s quest didn’t have a time limit.

After exiting the game and stepping out of the pod, she found the living room was quiet. In the distance, Zion was cleaning.

Seeing Moira emerge from the gaming pod, Zion immediately approached.

"My dear Moira, you’re awake. The masters left lunch for you."

As it spoke, Zion headed to the kitchen. A moment later, it returned with two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, a bowl of soup, and a plate of sliced fruit.

Moira looked at the colorful fruit: purple strawberries, blue apples, green watermelons...

In the past, Moira would never have dared to eat any of this.

Not only would she refuse to eat them, she might have even called the police if someone had dared serve them to her. But now...

Moira calmly picked up a purplish-black strawberry and took a bite. A sweet and sour taste instantly filled her mouth.

"Tastes good," Moira nodded, offering a simple appraisal.

After setting the dishes down, Zion explained, "You had a visitor earlier. They brought this fruit."

’A visitor?’

’Must have been someone from the base. After all, the fruit I just ate is a specialty of Veridian Prime.’

That was why Moira had eaten it without a second thought. She had already eaten it many times in a place no one else knew about.

’Across all of Caelus, who else besides me could get their hands on this fruit?’

"By the way, where are your masters? Why aren’t they home?" Moira asked casually before starting to eat.

There was no sign of the three of them in The Elven House, so they must have gone out.

"The master exchanged a few quiet words with the visitor, who then became very excited and whisked the master and his two friends away. You were in the game, Moira, and the master instructed me not to disturb you."

"I see."

Moira sipped her soup, thinking to herself, ’I knew it.’

The soup was made with Treasure Chicken and lots of mushrooms. Thanks to Zion’s culinary skills and perfect control over the heat, the broth was exceptionally savory.

People tend to get drowsy after a full meal.

Moira yawned, ready to go back to her room to sleep.

Just as she lay in bed, about to drift off to sleep, she suddenly heard Bai Bai’s anxious cries.

’Something’s happened in the space!’

Moira’s eyes snapped open, all her previous sleepiness vanishing without a trace.

After entering the space, Moira was immediately shocked by the scene before her.

The water from the miniature ocean and the adjacent stream was all rising into the air as if summoned, converging toward a single point.

With her absolute control over the space, Moira quickly found the culprit behind it all.

It was a tree!

More accurately, it was an Elf Tree.

Moira gazed at the Elf Tree. The water it had drawn to itself now swirled around it like silken ribbons, a magnificent sight.

But this Elf Tree wasn’t green like the others; it was blue from top to bottom, like a sapphire crystal.

It looked like a Goddess, and the water swirling around it was the hem of her gown.

"Patience, what’s going on!"

Obviously, the scene before her was beyond Moira’s comprehension.

[Master, I can’t find any data...]

Patience sounded like it was about to cry, frustrated at dropping the ball at such a critical moment.

"This Elf Tree has mutated." A deep, sonorous voice came from behind Moira.

Turning around, she saw a winged white lion appear beside her.

"Why are you so small?"

Looking at the creature before her, who was now about the size of an ordinary lion, Moira asked instinctively.

The White Lion glanced at her and explained, "My body grew larger again after I woke up. If I maintained my original size, I would crush the things in your space."

"Oh, I see. You just said the Elf Tree mutated. What exactly is going on?" Moira asked again.

Hearing this, the White Lion gave Moira a complicated look before saying, "I never expected you to encounter something with a one-in-a-hundred-million probability. You really are..."

The White Lion had wanted to call her lucky, but then it thought about everything else—first the Tree of Life, then the dual-mutated talents, the Divine Beast Spirit Body, and now this mutated Elf Tree. Maybe it wasn’t so surprising after all.

Moira, however, focused on that "one-in-a-hundred-million" probability.

"A probability that low... is this tree very rare?"

"’Rare’ is an understatement. If you took this tree to the Elven Race, you could ask for anything you want, short of their Elf Mother Tree."

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