Just as Andrew had expected, someone soon returned to the Sea Fortress.
It was a yacht speeding across the water. Besides a large number of fully armed elite operatives, its deck carried many filthy, malnourished people.
These people were naturally survivors. In the end times, being dirty, wearing the same clothes for months, and looking sallow and emaciated were perfectly normal. After all, survivors were not the protagonists of novels, who could still bathe and change clothes every day even during the end times.
A beautiful blonde woman asked eagerly, "Does paradise really exist in the end times?"
"It probably does. Their clothes are clean, and they're very generous."
A man in a cap surveyed their surroundings as he said quietly, "A little girl tried approaching them. Not only did they not get angry, they even gave her chocolate.
"Food is the most important thing in the end times. If they can give it away so generously, they must have plenty."
"That's good. We're finally going to be safe."
The blonde woman nearly burst into tears. These past few months of the end times had been utterly awful for her. Every day, she had hovered on the brink of death. If not for her good luck, the protection of others, and the ability she had awakened, she would have died long ago.
The blonde woman was not the only one excited. The other survivors were all brimming with anticipation, too. Once they reached the Sea Fortress, they would surely weep with joy. Well, once they truly understood the Sea Fortress, they would cry even harder.
Some might wonder why they were still having such a miserable time when they had abilities.
Reality was not a novel. Negative monsters were powerful. Even with an ability, living in the end times could