My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 563 - 501: Otherworld Civilization Construction (Major - )_2

Chapter 563: Chapter 501: Otherworld Civilization Construction (Major Chapter)_2

Upon learning that his former master had died and that they were ordered to cultivate land for the new City Lord, Iron Cake was numb; it was simply a transfer from a small noble to a greater noble.

Of course, he didn’t resist and was brought to the vicinity of the City Lord Mansion, along with dozens of other former serfs and freedmen.

"From now on, you will be responsible for the cultivation of crops in this area."

A vast expanse of fertile land unfolded before them, and Iron Cake, who had experience with planting, could tell at a glance how different this was from the barren lands he had farmed before; the difference was night and day.

Is land owned by the City Lord always this different?

Wait, hold on, this area seemed familiar to Iron Cake; it used to be the west side of the City Lord Mansion, where there once stood majestic buildings.

He stared blankly around, confirming that the buildings of the City Lord Mansion really had been leveled to make room for farming land.

"The seeds are all here. Your task for today is to finish sowing in this area..." said a middle-aged man with tea-colored hair and rolled-up sleeves, wearing a yellow vest. "Oh right, right. You are the new batch of farm...workers. According to the regulations, you can get a meal before officially starting work, and from now on, at dawn, noon, and when the light completely fades, there will be one mealtime each."

The tea-haired middle-aged man could read and was holding a booklet written in the common tongue, reading aloud the ru... rules to the farmers.

He found it odd why serfs were being called farmers and why every single character in the little booklet was so square and precise, as if measured to the finest hair.

As a freedman who had been promoted out of turn, the tea-haired middle-aged man quickly buried his not-so-ardent curiosity, leading this group of farmers to the ’Food Storage and Distribution Center’ and showing them how to get their food.

A moment later,

Iron Cake walked out of the ’whatever center’ with the food he had received.

The food he got was two long sticks of bread and a cylindrical box inscribed with unfamiliar letters.

"Gurgle~"

Iron Cake heard the sound of swallowing saliva next to him; he was no different, his eyes glued to those two barley-colored breadsticks.

The rich aroma of baking made saliva continuously secrete in Iron Cake’s mouth. freёnovelkiss-com

He opened his mouth and took a bite.

Soft, tender; with the limited vocabulary in his mind, he had no words to describe the sensation, only knowing it was ten times, no, a hundred times, no, countless times better than the dry, hard bread that could double as a weapon he had eaten before!

Iron Cake was very hungry, and the longer-than-a-handbreadth breadstick was soon devoured.

The remaining piece of bread, however, he couldn’t bear to eat... even though he was told that there would be three meals a day in the future, all of the same grade, Iron Cake still couldn’t bear it.

’How should I eat this food?’

Iron Cake hid the long breadstick and turned the cylindrical object in his hand over and over again, not understanding it, not smelling anything; he took a bite, and though it wasn’t hard, the outer shell didn’t seem edible.

"Hey, you’re not supposed to gnaw on instant noodles like that."

A voice came from the side, and Iron Cake turned in astonishment to see a burly man with thick eyebrows and large eyes, also holding a cylindrical object, pointing and saying, "Instant noodles?"

"Didn’t you listen to their eating instructions?"

Iron Cake recalled. When he had just received the food, the people from the ’whatever center’ seemed to have said something, and the tea-haired middle-aged man leading them had also mentioned it, but by then, he was completely lured by the aroma of the bread and couldn’t hear what was being said.

He followed the burly man to a large metal box near the ’center.’

"This is called a water dispenser... similar to the water-fetching devices in the homes of the noble lords.

The blue spout dispenses cold water, and the red spout dispenses hot water..."

"As for the instant noodles," the man continued, "the red ones are called Braised Beef Noodles, the purple ones are called Sour Cabbage Beef Noodles, and I’ve heard there are also Mushroom Chicken Noodles, Braised Beef Noodles, Shrimp and Fish Supreme Noodles..."

Iron Cake’s eyes went wide as he tentatively reached out to touch the metal box that only noble lords typically could use.

Following the big man’s instructions, he peeled off the lid of the instant noodles, tore open the seasoning packet and poured it in, then added boiling water...

"Sss—"

An indescribably delicious aroma wafted up.

Not caring about the heat, Iron Cake slurped eagerly, feeling as if his soul had soared into the sky.

Such deliciousness; it was worth dying for.

...

"The collection of Telekinesis Energy and Human Qi is increasing, more and more."

Tang Yu glanced over, "Next, it’s time to train these City Defense Soldiers."

The City Defense Soldiers of Gel City numbered over three thousand, divided into the City Defense First Army through the City Defense Fourth Army, making up the most numerous armed force within the city.

Additionally, there were the combatants and private armies kept by the nobles, fewer in number but more elite.

Altogether, there were about five thousand soldiers capable of fighting.

Tang Yu disbanded them and reorganized them, establishing the Special Warfare Group of Gel City, from the First to the Third Group.

The Special Warfare Group only had five hundred people, all of whom had been selected by him for their loyalty, character, and talent.

Buckley was appointed as the temporary Commander, with the possibility of becoming permanent if his performance was outstanding.

That day,

Buckley led the five hundred soldiers of the Special Warfare Group to a grand building.

By now, they had shed their old armor and donned dark combat uniforms, brand new weapons hanging at their waists or strapped to their backs. The emblem of the World Tree was worn prominently on their chests,

A pride of the direct-command forces.

"We will embark on a month of intensive training here."

To be honest, Buckley was also entering the training camp for the first time.

The past conventional training of the major armies consisted merely of shouting slogans and swinging weapons. With the city’s outer areas destroyed and food increasingly scarce, regular training had been canceled—after all, swinging swords required energy, which in turn demanded more food, and the original City Defense Army lacked such food supplies.

Yet the nobles indulged in a life of debauchery every day, holding banquets with food squeezed from the common people.

Buckley had long seen the true colors of the nobles, but deeply ingrained thoughts had prevented him from considering rebellion... Plus, he did not have the capability to rebel.

Not until those few people appeared, and everything changed.

Sufficient and delicious food was provided to every soldier in the Special Warfare Group, as well as Source Crystals, Cultivation Resources quotas, and equipment that was many times more precious than what even the City Lord’s Personal Guard wore... And now, they even had a training ground.

Buckley lifted his head, and although the sky remained perpetually grey, he seemed to see sunlight.

"Let’s go."

Every soldier in the Special Warfare Group was of Eighth Layer strength or higher; there were no weaklings.

This newly built training camp had also been modified by Tang Yu, not adhering to the proportions dictated by the system.

There were hardly any Basic training areas left, just a small test area, Intermediate training zones, gravity rooms, and Cultivation Rooms. Each customized chamber could accommodate two to three people. Even with the entire Special Warfare Group pouring in, there would be room to spare.

And there was the Spirit Space, taking up almost half of the area, with countless access rooms lined up in a row.

According to the City Lord, the "Spirit Space" was a virtual space similar to the Illusion Realm, where one could train without fear of death.

Although Buckley was an Eleventh Layer master and had experienced many battles, he hadn’t had many life-or-death fights... Those who danced on the edge of life and death were either already dead or had long overgrown grass on their graves.

He entered the "Spirit Space," and several options appeared in the grey area.

"Individual Training," "Endless Mode," "Battle Space," "Trial Tower"...

Buckley’s gaze settled on the description of "Battle Space": Unlimited battles against other Awakeners, private challenges, Canyon Battle, free-for-alls, etc. (not limited to Awakeners in this area).

Buckley’s eyes lit up.

They were the first in Gel City to enter the training camp, and no warrior of the Special Warfare Group was his match.

However, since the City Lord and his mysterious group had established such a magical "training camp" here in Gel City, naturally there must be others elsewhere.

How strong would the subordinates of the City Lord from other regions be?

A sense of comparison surged within Buckley.

"In Gel City, I can be considered a top-tier Awakener. Even among the many areas under the City Lord’s control, I should, hopefully, not be considered weak, right?"

He entered and chose to match with an opponent.

[Opponent Match Successful, Huang Wen, Eleventh Layer Awakening, Win Rate 33%.]

"Only a 33% win rate, it seems my first opponent should be fairly weak..."

(Ah, the constant coughing is so exhausting; I’ve felt the fear of being suffocated (•̩̩̩̩＿•̩̩̩̩).)

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