Dimit took his people and left.
The group continued north, heading toward Xizhou City.
Watching the warriors in jet-black exoskeletons disappear into the distance, the man hiding among the refugees sighed in relief and withdrew his hand from his tattered cloak.
On the wasteland, crossing paths with strangers was never a good thing. Sometimes, all it took to spark a conflict was a single look.
Most of the time, both sides would instinctively avoid each other. But if one side stopped, or even took the initiative to approach...
Then there was no telling what might happen.
Especially since he had sensed a murderous aura from those people.
They seemed to have just suffered a defeat. For a brief moment just now, they had even considered taking their frustration out on them.
The leader of the refugees had clearly noticed this as well. Once the uninvited guests had gone far enough, he immediately moved to the front of the group and shouted.
"Dawn City is right ahead!"
"There are houses to shelter us from the wind and rain, warm beds... hot water, and food. Hang in there, everyone. We need to move faster and try to get there before dark."
The disheveled man muttered quietly.
"Will they really share their food with us?"
The woman carrying a child wore a face full of worry.
"How much farther do we have to go..."
Facing all those pairs of eyes, the leader fell silent for a moment before speaking.
"They promised on the radio."
"No matter what, we have to try."
Vault 404.
After taking a shower and returning to his private room, Ye Shi lay back in the cultivation pod, closed its lid, and logged out of the game with practiced ease.
When he opened his eyes again and removed his