End of the World? I'm the Boss novel Chapter 402

End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army

Chapter 402 Don’t Try to Guilt–Trip Me

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Everyone gathered in the lobby of the administration building. Some people had even managed to bring along a fair amount of supplies when they left, but others could only stare at everyone else’s food and swallow their drool.

Robin walked over and casually flicked her hand. With a rustling sound, two full cases of instant noodles appeared out of thin air.

Hearing the commotion, the group turned around, and their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

There were instant noodles!

Before the apocalypse, they had been considered cheap junk food. But after the apocalypse? Nobody could imagine how valuable they had become.

They filled people’s stomachs quickly, and they contained plenty of oil and salt. For people who had spent months surviving on dry bread and hard tack, instant noodles were practically gourmet cuisine.

It had been forever since anyone had even seen instant noodles.

Even back at Tyrant Base, instant noodles were a luxury that only Rolf could afford.

And now, Robin had somehow produced two entire cases out of nowhere.

The crowd gradually stopped what they were doing. Their eyes locked onto those boxes. No one could figure out what Robin was planning.

They all had a guess, but those were luxury goods, and there was so much of it. No idiot would hand everything out for free.

To their surprise, Robin swept her gaze across the crowd and said calmly, “Everyone worked hard today, so let me make something clear. Since you’ve chosen to leave Tyrant Base and come with us, we won’t treat you badly. As you can see, these supplies were prepared for everyone. One Level 2 zombie crystal core can be exchanged for a bottle of water. Five Level 2 zombie crystal cores can be exchanged for one pack of instant noodles. One Level 3 zombie crystal core can be exchanged for two eggs. If anyone is interested, you can come trade with me right now.”

As she spoke, she flicked her hand again. Two more cases of bottled water and three trays of eggs appeared on the floor.

The crystal–clear water reflected the light with a faint bluish shimmer. Beside it sat rows of plump, round

eggs.

How long had it been since they’d last eaten eggs?

Eggs were incredibly nutritious, but they spoiled easily. Since the apocalypse began, none of the scavenged supplies they had found contained eggs. And now they were sitting right in front of them.

Even people who hadn’t liked eggs before would find it impossible to resist them now.

“I–I want to trade for two eggs and a pack of noodles!”

A woman was the first to react. She rushed forward immediately, speaking before anyone else could.

Standing beside her was a timid little boy, perhaps 11 or 12 years old. Due to long–term malnutrition, he

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looked thin and sickly. His arms and legs were so skinny that one hand could practically wrap around them.

Robin reminded her, “Someone who’s been malnourished for a long time shouldn’t eat eggs right away. A child’s stomach won’t be able to handle it.”

The woman froze, then nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Ms. Neel. But the eggs aren’t for him. They’re for me.”

Robin blinked in confusion.

The middle–aged woman glanced at the boy and sneered. “He’s not my son. He’s the child my husband had with the other woman. When the apocalypse started, that bastard suddenly grew a conscience and saved both of us. Before he died, he asked me to look after the kid. He said the kid was innocent. Since he saved my life, I agreed. I won’t abandon the kid, but don’t expect me to love him. As long as I keep him alive, that’s enough.”

Robin fell silent.

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