Chapter 623: First Night (1/2)

”I should warn you all that wherever I'm going, most of you won't survive.”

”So you better all go back and follow the others. Not me.” Our bored gamer warned the thousands of people that were on his heels.

”We don't trust you, Sir Guardian!”

”We won't be safe without you!”

”We don't even know where we are!” The people responded in an angry voice.

From the 300,000 prisoners, there were probably about more than half of them who chose to take the risk by following our good gamer.

”Okay then. It's your life.” Clark replied in a helpless shrug. He had done everything he could for them and if they were going to survive what was to come, it would be up to fate and luck.

A few hours of moderate walking later and the sun was beginning to set in the horizon. It did not take a long time for darkness to embrace everyone.

”Okay! We will stop here for the night!” Clark instructed the 190,000 people around him.

Amongst them all, only a few got flashlights on them which denoted that only this number of men and women was smart enough to get supplies before they exited the warship.

Some created makeshift torches but it would soon burn out because of the terrain that they were in. It was like an endless expanse of green fields.

Mountains and hills were seen in the distance before but anyone with a brain could easily deduce that they would be traveling for days before they could even reach the foot of those landscapes.

”Line up and get your food!”

”No cheating! There's enough for everyone!” Our bored gamer instructed once more and then he deposited Meal, Ready-to-Eat supplies on the ground.

There was also a bottle of water in stock on the side. If truth be told, he had enough resources to last 300,000 souls for more than a year.

This could last them longer though because the portion of the population went in another direction entirely.

These products were of course received for free from the Jailbird 26771 storage.

Clark was curious about the amazing ability of the ship to store food but found out from the system that it came to be from a technology called Inanimate Matter Replicating Machine.

This was the reason why one could practically wish anything into being and they would be created out of a rare energy source in the warship.

There were of course a lot of limitations in the technology.

”Thank you, Sir Guardian!”

”Guardian Kian Fisher is the best!”

”You are our savior!” The people rejoiced in tears and then began to line up in peace to get their dinner in front.

'This much I can do. At least you won't become hungry ghosts in the afterlife.' Clark lamented inside.

He let the women supervise the giving of food while he laid down on the grass nearby without care for any itch or insect bites whatsoever.

The blue guardian suit provided him with enough comfort after all. The usual cold and hot weather could not affect him in the least.

It was a cloudless night and so the stars up above were beautiful to behold.

It was humbling to mere mortals because of the immensity of the void but the same sentiment was not shared by our very own protagonist.