A few days later, at noon, Desert Camp—no, it should be called Desert Base now?
Anyway!
A few kilometers outside the base, at the illicit workshop where Demon of Mortals and Azure Corridor had once made "Green Dalang Flatbreads," the two returned to that hidden valley. They wore ordinary steel armor, carried axes, and each had a large sack slung over their back.
"Who would've thought..."
"We'd actually come back here!"
"Look, the shack we built, the unused raw materials, and even those sludge settling pools are all still over there!"
"Those used to be our most important assets. We guarded them every day, terrified someone might steal them!"
"But now, they've just been abandoned there. It's probably been over a month, and no one's taken them."
"Things really have changed."
Azure Corridor scratched his large green head and pointed at the abandoned sheds in the distance with a sigh.
"Indeed, times have changed!"
"Back then, we thought this business would last for a long time. We even ambitiously gave it the name 'Green Dalang Catering,' thinking we'd make it big from there on out."
Demon of Mortals, feeling the same way, sighed as well.
"Who would've thought..."
"In just a few short months, the newbie village camp had developed into a steel town base, more than a dozen supply stations had been built, and many people had moved into steel villas. Without spending money, they had food, drink, and private rooms. A lot of people didn't have to eat dirt anymore."
"Even the price of food at the base had suddenly plummeted to rock bottom..."
"And just like that, our food empire had barely gotten started before it came crashing down in an instant..."
"The founder's grand endeavor had barely begun before collapsing halfway through!"
Fortunately, before he could