Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

Afterward, Moira Lynch gave the players a simple rundown of the law, telling them that their recent idea was absolutely out of the question.

Of course, if they were determined to court death, she wasn’t about to stop them.

After hearing Moira’s explanation, the players understood. If they abandoned the supplies and a survivor picked them up, it would be, at most, a crime of negligence. They wouldn’t get paid and would even be fined.

But if pirates picked them up, any casualties the pirates caused using those supplies would be blamed on the escort who abandoned them.

Once they understood this, the players were first relieved they hadn’t done it, while a few others turned pale.

Although they were a small minority, Moira still noticed them.

"Um, I want to ask, what are the consequences if the supplies are accidentally lost?" one of the pale-faced players asked.

"Regardless of the reason, if the supplies are lost on your watch, the consequences are exactly as I just described," Moira stated, her expression flat.

It was like telling your teacher you left your homework at home; did you really think they’d believe you?

"However, if you can recover the items in time, then there won’t be a problem."

After all, losing supplies could happen, but as long as they were recovered promptly, it wouldn’t be a major issue.

After running for so long, Redlight and the others decided to rest for a while before moving on, taking the opportunity to treat the people they were carrying on their backs.

Redlight took out bandages from his portable Space Button to dress the wounds.

Ever since the system prompt, the base had been unusually generous for once, preparing all sorts of supplies for every player.

Even so, these supplies weren’t infinite.

They didn’t know how long they would be here, and they couldn’t touch the rescue supplies, so the provisions the base gave them dwindled with every use.

One of Redlight’s teammates, a player named Sugarush, condensed a ball of water in his hand and washed the dirt and blood from the three rescued individuals.

Once their faces were clean, Moira got a clear look at one of them and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Raoul!

’How did this guy end up here?’

’Wait, isn’t he the Pirate Leader?’

’How did he get himself into such a miserable state again?’

’Why did I say "again"?’

Moira didn’t reveal Raoul’s identity. After all, not only was he the Pirate Leader, but he was also a wanted SSS-rank criminal.

You could say that this guy’s life was more valuable than the two A-rank criminals she had caught before, combined, and then multiplied by ten.

With that much money on the line, if she weren’t afraid of retaliation from the pirates, she really would be tempted to turn him in.

But considering he had been in and out of prison so many times, very few adventurers were interested in him anymore.

Because he’d get thrown in jail in the morning, the prison would get blown up by noon, and the person who sent him there would be dead by the afternoon.

Of course, there was another reason: he was sort of her connection among the pirates.

Moira’s mind raced with wild thoughts, but her face remained perfectly calm as she asked, "You saved these people?"

Given the current situation, that seemed to be the only possibility.

Redlight was the one who answered her. "We rescued this guy from a group of pirates. He and his companions were in a sorry state, looking like they had just escaped from somewhere, with a gang of menacing pirates on their tail."

"And so you just saved them?" Moira asked.

That certainly sounded like something they would—

Before Moira could finish, Sugarush cut in, "We weren’t going to get involved at first, but this guy said that if we saved them, he’d give us a suit of Hurricane Battle Armor."

Hurricane Battle Armor?

Moira knew about it.

No, it would be more accurate to say that everyone on Caelus with an Intelligent Brain knew about the Hurricane Battle Armor.

Just two weeks before entering the game, an advertisement had suddenly popped up in front of everyone who owned an Intelligent Brain, promoting this very same Hurricane Battle Armor.

In the video, the Hurricane Battle Armor could easily smash a planet to bits. This ultimate display of violent aesthetics instantly captivated everyone who saw it.

"Just for that? Aren’t you worried you’ve been scammed?" Moira asked.

These people didn’t know Raoul’s identity, but Moira did. This guy was a pirate, and not just any pirate, but a pirate lord. Could you really trust a word he said?

"Scammed or not, we had to try. What if it’s real?" Redlight said.

For them, saving someone was a small effort anyway.

Moira said no more. She walked over to the now-bandaged Raoul and had Patience scan his injuries with the Healing Device.

A few seconds later, Moira received a detailed report.

Though Raoul looked grievously wounded and utterly miserable on the outside, his internal injuries were even more severe.

Displaced organs, ruptured blood vessels, broken bones, suspected severe trauma to the brain, and he was poisoned.

’With injuries this severe, the fact that he isn’t dead yet and is still breathing steadily... he’s one tough bastard. No wonder you’re the boss.’

Moreover, the Healing Device also detected that Raoul’s injuries were healing, though the process was extremely slow, likely hindered by the toxins.

Moira took out a detoxifying Medicine, pried open Raoul’s mouth, and poured it in. Then, she quietly began to heal his injuries.

In his unconscious state, Raoul felt as if his body were soaking in a hot spring, a warm and comfortable sensation spreading all over.

But he clearly remembered being gravely injured. Could it be that he had been saved?

About five minutes later, Raoul slowly opened his eyes and saw someone wearing a mask, a hat, and glasses, with only their eyes visible, staring at him with a probing gaze.

Raoul’s memory was sharp. Even with such a thorough disguise, he quickly recognized Moira.

Realizing his injuries were mostly healed and the poison was gone, he knew it was the work of the person before him.

"Long time no see, young lady. How lucky. Every time I get hurt, I seem to run into you."

He had only been seriously injured twice recently. The first time was an accident, this time he was plotted against. Both were near-fatal, and both times, he was saved by the person in front of him.

If he wasn’t sure that the person before him had no connection to the people he despised, he would have suspected this was a honey trap carefully prepared by a sworn enemy.