Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

More and more players completed their quests and arrived at the Dungeon.

However, it was worth noting that simply arriving at the Dungeon didn’t mean the quest was complete. They still had to pass the Dindalons’ quality inspection.

Although the new Cheese Grass was more effective and had a longer shelf life, it had a fatal flaw: it was too brittle and shattered easily.

Of course, the Dindalons weren’t completely unreasonable. If only a small portion had broken, they would still let the player pass.

But if the amount of broken Cheese Grass reached forty percent—that is, eight crates—then sorry, your quest would be deemed a failure by the system.

The consequence was being stripped of your player status and being stranded here forever.

Some of the more optimistic players who failed the game felt it wasn’t so bad. After all, the environment back on Caelus had already become what it was.

Rather than go back to freeze, it was better to stay on Aquaria. At least the temperature here was normal.

Besides, the Dungeon here seemed very safe.

They had a nice thought, but little did they know, the Dungeon belonged to the Dindalons, who could barely fend for themselves. How could they possibly take in outsiders?

So, while these people were fantasizing about their new life on Aquaria, the Dindalons were already starting to drive them away.

Those who had failed the quest but brought back a relatively high amount of intact Cheese Grass were treated with mildness.

In contrast, for the players who had shattered all their Cheese Grass, the Dindalons didn’t even bother to feign politeness. They gave them the cold shoulder and immediately chased them out.

As for the players who had completed the quest, although they weren’t driven away, seeing the Dindalons’ attitude made them not dare to linger. They all prepared to leave.

As they left, they saw the long line forming outside. Though curious, they remembered the saying: curiosity killed the cat.

They had worked so hard to complete their quest and didn’t want to throw it all away at this critical juncture.

So, although these people were curious, their curiosity was fleeting.

Meanwhile, as a continuous stream of people entered the clinic, Moira Lynch’s face gradually grew pale.

From overusing her ability, she felt she was starting to be overdrawn.

Although she had Medicine to constantly replenish her energy, this exhaustion wasn’t physical, but mental.

Whenever this happened, Moira Lynch would look at the Essence Water and Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills inside her dimensional space.

Seeing the quantity of these two items in her space continuously increase, Moira Lynch would instantly feel a rush of adrenaline.

An unknown amount of time passed before Moira Lynch finally saw off the last wave of patients.

She stood up and stretched, her body letting out a series of CRACKLE-POPs with the movement.

She glanced at her haul in her dimensional space. The amount of Essence Water and Microelement Concentrated Essence Pills far exceeded her estimates, totaling several thousand bottles.

But besides this, Moira Lynch’s personal gains were also significant. First and foremost, she had become more adept at using this second ability of hers and had also developed a deeper understanding of it.

After confirming that no one else was coming, Moira Lynch walked out of the clinic, preparing to leave.

She checked the time. There were less than three hours left before the game ended.

"I didn’t expect healing the sick and saving lives would be so time-consuming."

Moira Lynch remarked with a sigh.

Learning that she was leaving, Creamy Dingdong came to see Moira Lynch off personally.

"The chief originally wanted to see you off himself, to thank you for saving so many of our people and restoring them to health. But something more important suddenly came up, and he couldn’t get away, so he asked me to see you off."

Hearing Creamy Dingdong’s explanation, Moira Lynch waved her hand dismissively and said, "No need to thank me. After all, you paid me for it."

Hearing this, Creamy Dingdong looked at Moira Lynch, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Moira Lynch might not have known, but Creamy Dingdong understood the situation perfectly.

Based on the Healing Technique Moira Lynch had displayed earlier, there was no way she was an ordinary Healing Mage. Her level had to be at least four, or possibly even higher.

It was worth noting that The Healer’s Guild’s level assessment was not based on the tier of one’s ability.

And to hire a level-four Healing Mage, their entire Dindalon tribe combined probably couldn’t afford the fee.

This made what they had given her earlier seem rather insignificant.

"The chief asked me to give this to you. I hope you won’t find it wanting."

Looking at what Creamy Dingdong handed over, she saw it was an earthy-brown card.

Moira Lynch recognized it as a bank card at a glance.

After witnessing Moira Lynch’s ability, they had been terrified, feeling that the payment they had offered was far too low.

Although the high-level Healing Mage hadn’t said anything now, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t get angrier the more she thought about it after leaving and retaliate against the Dindalon tribe.

With something like this, it was better to be safe than sorry.

So, to prevent such a thing from happening, they had practically coughed up their entire life savings.

Moira Lynch looked at the card, reached out to take it, and then said with a smile, "I’ll accept this. We’ll meet again if fate allows. Goodbye!"

Seeing Moira Lynch accept the bank card, Creamy Dingdong visibly sighed in relief. As for her parting words about meeting again, he didn’t pay them any mind.

Because they were about to move.

The move had been decided long ago, but they had been forced to slow their pace because of the many old, weak, sick, and disabled members of their tribe. Now that all of them had been healed, they could speed up their relocation.

By this time tomorrow, they would no longer be here.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Dungeon, Moira Lynch began searching for supplies she could take with her, just as she had planned.

In the process, she also saw a familiar face.

Caden York was dodging attacks from the people behind him, looking for a chance to escape, all while cursing under his breath.

"Are you people sick in the head? I have no past grievances or recent grudges with you, so why are you chasing me relentlessly!"

Hearing Caden York’s words, one of the men spoke up, "Is ’I don’t like the look of you’ reason enough? I can’t stand pretty boys like you. I’ll beat up every single one I see. Got a problem with that?"

A problem? Of course he had a problem. Caden York had a huge problem with it.

This was the first time anyone had ever associated him with the words ’pretty boy’.

’Him, Caden York? Other than his skin being a bit fair, what part of him had anything to do with that term?’

’These people must have something wrong with their eyes.’

But no amount of complaining would change his current situation. Right now, he just had to find a way to deal with these people.

His ability was Water, which gave him a very obvious advantage on Aquaria, a planet covered in water.

However, the other side also had two people with the Water Element ability, which was how they managed to suppress him.