On the eleventh day, the group returned to Freedom City.
The city gates were packed with people—old men, women, and children—all waiting.
When they saw the group return and the food loaded on the carts, some cried, some laughed, and some knelt down to pray.
Leon dismounted without looking at them. He walked straight into the administrative hall, shut the door, and sat alone in the darkness.
He needed to catch his breath and enjoy this brief moment of peace.
Sophia pushed open the door and came in. Without lighting a lamp, she walked over to Leon and sat beside him.
"There's enough food for a month," she said. "Including Freedom City's original reserves, forty days at most."
Leon said nothing.
"What happens after forty days?" Sophia asked.
Leon fell silent for a moment.
"Then we'll organize more people, keep expanding the search area, and if those monsters stop attacking the area around Freedom City, we'll organize people to plant crops quickly and harvest them."
"We can't just eat through our supplies. We need a stable food source."
Sophia nodded and sat beside Leon, keeping him company.
Outside the window, the refugees on Freedom City's streets were still waiting for their porridge.
He only knew that he could not fall. If he fell, these people would truly have no hope left.
As for the undead, the man in black, and that so-called prophecy of a savior, those could wait.
First, endure today. Then endure tomorrow. Day by day, he would keep enduring until the day things finally turned around.
Perhaps one day, he might wake up to find that those terrifying undead had all vanished...
While Leon was carrying out his mission to save the world, Lynn was observing him as well.
As Leon took the initiative to gather