"These NPCs are pretty efficient! It's only been one night, and they've already set up several departments."
When Mud Truck and the other two logged in at the camp the next day, they found that Mirian had arranged office tents and several experienced subordinates for each of them, according to their respective managerial responsibilities.
The entire camp outside was buzzing with activity.
Mirian's assistants were registering the survivors, while a squad of militiamen in retainers' leather armor stood by with weapons in hand, keeping order. They had clearly been borrowed from Maxim.
Most of the survivors in the camp were illiterate commoners, but a large proportion of those rescued by the players in the second wave could read and came from well-to-do families.
After all, when the Astral Rift had opened over the city and despair-born creatures and astral beasts were running wild, only the rich had houses sturdy enough to protect them until the little players began their rescue operation.
Once these people were recruited and put to work, the middle-aged trio were surprised to find that building a basic set of rules for the camp from scratch wasn't nearly as difficult as they'd expected.
This was especially true of the camp's rationing system.
There was almost no backlash at all. Everyone accepted the harsh management calmly.
Mud Truck even sought out his assistant to ask about it. That was when he learned that Cadman City had already been under rationing for several years during the war.
Everyone had grown used to it. Some even felt a strange sense of "reassurance" at seeing the familiar rationing system return.
It meant they knew their current leader, the vampire lord called "Murphy," wouldn't abandon them. And he needed them to take on a lot of work in the days ahead. Otherwise,