In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

In the brazier, the grease from the mutated snow rat dripped out, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

No one spoke, and no one paid any attention to the charred meat on the brazier.

"Great Xia...nationality?"

In the corner, a burly but gaunt Slavic man spoke in a hoarse voice.

His name is Daniel. He was a miner before the cataclysm.

He slowly turned his head and looked at an old, abandoned bread truck inside.

Inside the carriage were his wife and seven-year-old daughter.

The wife, her eyes vacant, was combing her daughter's tangled hair.

In this hopeless refuge, being alive is a blessing.

Daniel suddenly stood up straight, grabbed the Tier 1 Crystal Core Rifle beside him, and turned to walk towards the camp exit.

"I'm not eating."

"Daniel, are you crazy?"

A one-eyed man next to him grabbed his wrist, his voice trembling.

"That's a Tier 3 mutated beast! We only have low-level crystal core rifles. How are you going to kill a Tier 3 monster?"

"The Great Xia will provide weapons."

Daniel pushed away the one-eyed man's hand, his tone surprisingly calm.

"But you'll have to risk your life to pay for it!"

"Staying here is the same as waiting to die."

Daniel pointed to his wife and daughter not far away.

"Once they kill a Tier 3 monster, Elena and Anna can go to the underground shelter of Great Xia."

There is heating, clean water, and three meals a day.

Daniel's eyes lost the last trace of hesitation.

"etc!"

Several heavy breathing sounds came from behind.

Four or five young men stood up at the same time and grabbed the weapons beside them.

"Count me in! The recruitment point for Great Xia is ten kilometers to the south, let's go together!"

"Count me in too. My wife is pregnant, and she needs a doctor."

The one-eyed man stood there, stunned, looking at his hungry companions. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his weapon, and followed them.

This scene is not unique to Siberia.

Abandoned mines in Northern Europe, urban ruins in North Africa, underground bunkers in South Asia...

Countless ordinary survivors, barely clinging to life, headed towards the exchange outposts established by the Great Xia in various locations.

The Great Xia's open schemes were made without any concealment.

A nationality passport ignites humanity's most primal will to survive.

……

Europa, the ruins of Hamburg.

A large underground air-raid shelter, Richard's command post.

"Bang!"

Richard kicked over the metal desk in front of him.

The documents were scattered all over the floor.

"Ten thousand people! In just one day, ten thousand damned commoners signed up to fight!"

They all want to rebel!

His eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast cornered, staring at his trembling assistant.

The assistant swallowed hard and forced a report.

"Chief... the two supervising officers sent by the Great Xia are waiting outside our armory."

They carried a transfer order issued by headquarters, urging us to immediately hand over individual equipment and crystal energy rifles.

The supervising officer said that as long as the survivors voluntarily registered, their weapons must be issued on the spot according to the standards…

"Who do they think they are! Two ordinary soldiers who aren't even Awakened, how dare they shit on my head?"

Richard was so angry he was trembling.

If he wanted, he could kill these two Great Xia war supervisors in a single encounter.

But he dared not!

The hegemony of the Great Xia Dynasty covers every inch of the world!

"Hurry up! Send it to them! Send them all of it!"

He roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"That madwoman Su Ran! She's going to bankrupt my entire family and wipe out my entire lineage!"

The power to allocate resources throughout the camp was originally firmly in the hands of Richard and other high-level awakened individuals.

By monopolizing weapons, they established a kingdom that was completely subservient to them.

But now, Da Xia has simply overturned the table.

Bypassing the ruling class of the awakened ones, they trade directly with the lower-level survivors.

When the Great Xia Dynasty fires its guns, those at the bottom risk their lives.

Richard clutched his hair with both hands, his face contorted in pain.

"If the Great Xia headquarters can't provide our camp's supply quota by the beginning of next month, I'll be the first to lead a rebellion!"