The supplies came in a large bag, one everyone recognized-
The emergency kits distributed before the apocalypse.
The large army-green bag could be carried by hand or worn on the back, but unlike the "Doomsday Emergency Kit," it was labeled "Apocalypse Emergency Relief Kit."
Inside were assorted foods, water, cold-weather clothing, medicine, towels, superpower testing kits, and more. There was even a bowl and five packets of instant noodles.
How long had it been since they had seen anything like this?
At this moment, they were finally certain-the nation was still there.
If it weren't, no one could have provided such well-prepared supplies in so many varieties.
The nation had never abandoned them.
The 99 percent who had perished in the Southwest hadn't died in a world falling apart, but in a bizarre temporal barrier. Their deaths had been senseless.
If time hadn't gone awry in the Southwest, they would have weathered the disaster alongside the nation, just like everyone outside.
Instead of being trapped in one region and left to fend for themselves.
A middle-aged man clutched his instant noodles and bread, sobbing again. "Xiaobao wanted instant noodles when he was dying. Before the apocalypse, we wouldn't let him eat them. Afterward, I was useless. I couldn't get him any... He never even got a bite before he died..."
A grown man wept uncontrollably.
These Superpower People, who had endured two years and seen every kind of hardship, couldn't keep their eyes from filling with tears.
Over those two years, who hadn't been left with regrets?
Who hadn't buried countless loved ones and fellow citizens?
Rather than keep the powerful superpowers they had gained through two years of suffering, they would have preferred to return to the beginning, to their family and friends, to when everything could still be