Chapter 130
Instant noodles?!
The woman's breathing quickened at those words. Not just hers, either-the vendors at several nearby stalls and the people walking around them all stared wide-eyed.
Food sources were pitifully scarce in Farstar Fortress. All anyone could get their hands on was expired food.
Even expired food counted as something good in the market.
Why?
Food was just too hard to come by.
Chang'an was occupied by the Level Five Aberration, the Ghost Emperor, while the other cities nearby each had their own Level Four Aberrations. Because of the Ghost Emperor, those Level Four Aberrations stayed in their territories, afraid to venture out.
As a result, very few high-level Aberrations could be found in the Wasteland.
Everyone could find ways to hunt the low-level ones, so materials from Anomalous Objects naturally became more plentiful.
Those materials were good things, sure, but only in the right hands. These Sequence Transcendents seemed to live glamorous lives, but in reality, they were only a little better off than the people in the outer city.
They couldn't even get clean water, much less food.
In the nearly three months since the apocalypse began, any basic food supplies that could be looted had already been taken. Whatever couldn't be looted remained beyond their reach.
Food like instant noodles was practically hard currency, something genuinely precious and hard to find.
Even in Farstar Fortress, instant noodles were held only by the Wang, Yang, and Li families. Sun Wang, the Minister, probably had plenty of supplies as well, and the people from the Island Nation outside likely had some stashed away too.
Anyone who wanted instant noodles would have to get them from those people.
But was that possible?
Why would people in such lofty positions readily hand over their instant noodles?
No one