Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 417



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EP.417 Caravan (1)

In any online game, when a new server opens, there is a demand for all items. If everyone is holding a dagger on their body, whatever they pick up will be better than what they have now.

Things that you didn’t even look at, things that you thought, ‘Can these things sell?’, are not even there, so you end up not being able to sell them.

This also applied to the reality that was reset by the infection war.

Numerous tents set up on the outskirts of the police station each sell different products.

Food that is edible, food that even dogs would struggle with, alcohol that would make you get drunk in one glass, alcohol that would make you vomit in one glass, stolen goods, herbs used in folk remedies, small amounts of shelter-related manufactured goods, repairs and maintenance of equipment, massages, gambling, circuses, plays, duels, prostitution, and even animal breeding.

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“Hey, you little punk, if you come to Korea, speak Korean. Look at your Japanese friends and learn from them.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, I should show this much sincerity.”

Until last year, the market was filled with only Koreans, but now it is overflowing with foreigners. This is thanks to the opening of the road and sea route to Manchuria.

Among the tents, there are some that have wooden signs that say, “Swaddle your baby.”

(.Y.) A large female breast is drawn, and if you look closely, you can see several dots of white paint under the nipple.

This is a place that sells breast milk.

Birth control pills have been cut off, abortions are impossible, and everyone is living dangerously, so sexual desires are running high. As befitting people who live only for today, babies are being born everywhere.

But there is no way to get formula milk. Some people have a constitution that produces little breast milk, and some mothers have died or disappeared.

It is natural that breast milk began to be traded as a commodity. This is a world where anything that makes money is done.

Women who produce a lot of milk come here to do some side jobs during their break time. Since they are going to rest anyway, it would be good to earn some extra money.

“My milk is coming in well and I’m pooping! Over there, oppa! Over here, over here!”

A woman in her thirties, wearing an old and worn-out uniform, jumped up and down and called out to a man holding a baby.

“Sir, don’t stay there, come this way!”

A younger, more formal woman stepped in. Her elbows were thick, as if she had been working in the fields, and her face was bronze.

It is a common battle for customers between women who come out to sell their breast milk.

It may be against common sense, but it’s not surprising since they were on such bad terms with each other.

“Who are you to interfere with someone else’s business? I was the one who booked that guy first.”

“Sir, do you know that lady is a prostitute?”

First of all, it is a breastfeeding center, but if agreed upon with the customer, other services are also possible! There are many cases where women who originally provided such services also do it as a side job.

“Come to work instead of giving dirty milk to your precious baby. The baby will get a sexually transmitted disease.”

“Hey you fucking bitch! Are you done talking?”

“You haven’t finished yet? Where are you going to get the milk that hundreds of men have sucked and sucked, you shameless bitch! Hey, mister, if that bitch sucks on the nipple, she’ll produce more tar than breast milk. Are you trying to teach a toddler to smoke? Buy clean, healthy organic milk here.”

A young woman in a Gongsun outfit rolled up her sleeves and showed off her farm-hardened abs.

The man holding the baby notices and then changes direction towards the young woman.

At that sight, the face of the woman who had been the first to solicit customers distorted into a fierce grimace.

Women who work hard and women who engage in prostitution can never get along well, and their fights are as brutal as gang fights.

“Fuck!”

“Ahh! You’re not going to let go of this?!”

There was an incident where women were dragged out by their hair while breastfeeding. Women were beaten and rolled around with their breasts exposed, dripping breast milk.

It is a rare sight that can only be seen here.

“Hey, guys, stop fighting!”

A tattooed man with black hair came between the two women.

“You should get along well with your coworkers. What is this? You keep cursing and fighting.”

It is the job of the business manager to drive out the truth and mediate these disputes. Due to the nature of the work, it is often run by gangsters.

Since it’s a small amount of money, there’s no protection tax. It feels like a volunteer activity(?) to maintain influence over rival organizations.

“My partner is a piece of shit! Do I have to be tied down with that whore?!”

“You fucking bitch, I was a lawyer before the war!”

“But you’re a prostitute now? You don’t have any customers coming for legal advice, only customers coming to buy vaginas?”

“You bitch!”

“She’ll even feed a dog if you give her money!”

“That young bitch is really fucking tough!”

“Old bitch wrinkles are fucking disgusting!”

A gangster forcibly stopped a woman who was running at him while roaring.

There is no such thing as selling milk by milking with a milking machine. It is absurd to keep a refrigerator running all the time.

Besides, people did not trust anything that was not sealed or shelter-made.

There is no safer sign than breastfeeding your baby right in front of you.

The number of nomads coming from Central Asia also increased.

After the Chinese army was destroyed, the explorers advanced into Manchuria and Shelter’s forces advanced into northeastern China, opening up a trade route to Europe.

“Me. Three. You. One. Deal. OK?”

A Mongolian speaking very broken Korean while leafing through an old travel dictionary.

This is a livestock market where livestock trading takes place.

He tried to trade the horse and two goats he had brought with him for a Shelter GMO horse.

“I’m not sure if I should give the mare five goats, but why are you bringing a male goat and making a fuss? You punk with no conscience.”

The Korean merchant waved his hand and pointed nearby.

“Look over there. That’s the minimum price.”

A short distance away, another Russian trader is trading a horse for five GMO pigs.

Even though the pig is a juvenile, the Russian merchant bows and rubs his hands.

In the meantime, I turned the pig over and carefully checked to see if the male’s balls were intact.

The GMO livestock supplied to the public from shelters was expensive because the quantity was limited, but once they were put up for sale, they disappeared in an instant.

It is very common to hear shouts from all sides and fights break out over who will buy first.

“Everyone shut up! If you don’t want to get hit!”

When things got a little too serious, guys wearing riot police body armor would show up and start threatening us.

Officially, this area is outside of police jurisdiction. Therefore, merchants and explorers’ guilds and underworld organizations each manage their own territories.

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The summer heat is subsiding and fall is just around the corner.

The weather was nice and I wanted to smell the wild for the first time in a while, so I went undercover to the outskirts of the police station.

“Every time I come here, it gets bigger.”

The police, where occupancy is limited, taxes must be paid, and strict compliance with the law is enforced, are not open to just anyone.

Naturally, there are bound to be many more people who settle down on the outskirts.

“It’s better to live in the Lord’s house. The ground outside the police station is safer than a camp, and there are a lot of beans and other things to eat. Above all, there are a lot of jobs.”

As always, it is Seyoung who is in charge of secret security.

Unlike before when they walked, now they are both riding horses.

Since it means that your feet are comfortable and you have good legs when riding a horse, you don’t get caught up in unnecessary trouble.

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“No sale! No sale! No Trade!”

Sometimes, it’s annoying to see western merchants who know the GMO word and cling to it.

Seyoung was opening a piece of dried pollack he bought from a street vendor.

“You really have a good appetite.”

“It’s a shame that I grew up without food.”

Until recently, they were all sold with salt, but these days they are sold with various seasonings.

As the proper harvest begins, there are more cases of basic pickling.

In well-off military units, soldiers can even eat barley rice mixed with red pepper paste.

We were riding side by side, but we drifted apart for a moment and then came back together.

“It’s okay if it grows, but if it continues like this, it will become too chaotic.”

“Yeah. Ugh, the smell.”

There was a lump of dung on the road, probably from pigs or cows.

A normal horse would just step on it and pass by, but the Shelter Horse cleverly avoids mud and other dirty places.

“It’s become too chaotic.”

The tents on the outskirts, which used to grow with each passing season, now multiply at a rate like cancer cells.

Looking down from the police observation post, it feels like the Khan of a nomadic empire is holding a feast for all of his tribes.

It is packed with tents and pavilions of all kinds, flags of merchants and unions, and livestock gathered in small groups.

“But I don’t know where to start organizing this. I can’t just bulldoze everything. Looking at it this way, the shelter administration is really convenient. If you want to get rid of it, just get rid of it.”

Seyoung threw the last piece into her mouth and shook her hand. That once timid girl had really become tough.

“You were a high-ranking government official, weren’t you? Don’t you have any know-how about these types of situations?”

“Hey, is Grade 5 some kind of high-ranking civil servant?”

Seyoung waves his hands as if it’s nonsense.

“So what, I just had to pass the civil service exam.”

“Besides, I used to be a correctional officer.”

A herd of goats passed us by.

“It would be convenient if we just pushed it like a bulldozer, as you said, but then there would be complaints from all sides.”

Children laughing and chasing after goats, and women carrying baskets on their heads. Their livelihoods will collapse in an instant.

“But if we were to organize everything like a surgical operation, taking into account each and every circumstance, the workload would increase without end.”

“That’s true.”

Nearby, seven men were playing dice.

There are three participants, two onlookers, one host, and a muscular man with his arms crossed nearby watching. The latter is probably the shoulder that protects the back of this gambling house.

“In places like this, even a small street stall is woven with all sorts of vested interests and relationships like a spider’s web.”

Another herd of livestock passes by. This time it’s camels.

Seyoung, who loves animals, watches with bright eyes.

“But is it true that GMO livestock have been re-manufactured?”

“That’s right. Originally, I was going to use the ‘overwrite gene’ that would pass on the improved traits as they are during crossbreeding, but after much thought, I decided to remove it. Hybrids only pass on 50% of their genes, and the more they crossbreed, the more their blood gets torn apart.”

“It was a little scary. It felt like all the animals we knew were being replaced.”

“There are sentimental reasons for that, but the practical reasons are bigger.”

I pointed to a market about 50 meters away.

It is a diverse group of people, including survivors from Southeast Asia, Japan, Mongolia, Russia, and former Soviet republics ending in ~stan. It is filled with all kinds of languages ​​and animal cries.

These were the people who traveled a long way to get their hands on Shelter Mountain GMO livestock.

“It is convenient in many ways to maintain a monopoly on trade, whether in materials, information, or immaterial power. But this can’t go on like this.”

You can see people kneeling near a hill in the distance. They are Muslims bowing down towards Mecca. You can easily see them not only here but also on the seaside along the West Sea.

“It’s amazing that you’ve maintained your faith in the midst of all this. Other religions are full of people who have turned to atheism.”

Contrary to my indifferent reaction, Seyoung looked somehow happy.

“It feels like the Jerusalem I saw in the movies. It’s a place full of spices, street food, races, languages, and livestock.”

Apart from the headaches of work, is it satisfying to have a shelter that is growing stronger and more recognized for its power?

“When did you buy that?”

In Seyoung’s hand was a mushroom the size of a palm. It was roasted with spices brought from the Muslim upper class.

“Manager, would you like to try some too? It’s sour and delicious.”

I touched Seyoung’s stomach, ignoring what was in my mouth.

“Why, why?”

“I was worried that I’d end up with a potbelly. It’s okay for now.”

All I could feel were his firm abs.

“That’s rude!”

Thorajin Seyoung bit off half of the mushroom in one go and rode ahead.

I giggled and chased after her, trying to comfort her. Since there was so much to eat and see, Seyoung’s mood quickly lightened as we enjoyed ourselves together.

In some ways, this place feels richer and more vibrant than the police.

When I manipulated the PDA and looked at the map, the trade route was marked with a blue line.

Caravans crossing Manchuria from Central Asia and entering the northern part of the Korean Peninsula are indicated by green dots in real time.

The results of the numerous battles fought so far are beginning to have an impact beyond Asia.

But it’s not all smooth sailing. Red dots are approaching some unlucky tops.

It is a color that represents dangerous enemies such as wild beasts, predators, and infected.

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