After the Charas authorities fell, the residents of North Island had already prepared themselves to endure the winter, never expecting that the days ahead would not be as terrible as they had imagined. Instead, things gradually began to improve.
There was no need to mention the Southern Alliance Navy. They had originally been one family, so naturally they would not make things difficult for the island's residents.
The Alliance military's discipline was also rare in the wasteland. Not only did they refrain from disrupting local life, they even lifted the curfew and wartime rationing system imposed during the Charas era.
On the streets near the harbor district, people who had hidden in their homes for days finally finished the food they had stockpiled. Driven by hunger, they gradually returned to the streets.
Although the radio broadcasts had announced the new postwar order days ago, not everyone believed what they heard. They merely assumed that rebels had seized the radio station.
Information warfare was standard practice during wartime, and the Charas authorities had enforced a strict curfew. As a result, most people lived inside an information cocoon. Forget leaving their homes—they did not even dare open a window and peek outside.
Although the new authorities told them the war was over, they could hardly pry open everyone's doors and drag them out by force.
From the standpoint of implementation costs, that was obviously not worthwhile. Besides, there was so much to do that they had no time to spare for those still living in the past.
The Charas authorities had collapsed anyway, and the new order had already been established. Those still clinging to the past would recognize reality sooner or later.
As some of the last people to return to normal life, they cautiously stepped onto the streets and saw