Chapter 170
I sighed deeply as they continued to grumble about the state of my hideout. In a moment of exasperation, I rolled my eyes at their reactions. ’These spoiled brats,’ I thought, barely able to suppress my annoyance.
"This is only a front," I declared, stepping away from the dust and debris. "I figured it would make it harder for anyone to find me if they ever came looking."
I approached one of the large, worn-out cabinets that loomed against the wall, its wooden frame splintered but sturdy. With a decisive shove, I pushed it aside, revealing a hidden entrance behind it.
With a grunt, I revealed a hidden pathway. "This is where I really live," I announced, a hint of pride edging into my voice.
Stepping through the narrow opening, I led them into a much larger, cleaner space. It was well-lit by a few makeshift light sources I had managed to rig up, and the air felt less stale. A single tent, shelves that are filled with supplies—everything from food, tools and my weapons.
Because of my incredible luck, I had stumbled upon this hidden area during one of my explorations in finding a proper shelter. I had stocked it with all the necessary items I bought from the system shop.
"See?" I said, spinning around to face them, arms spread wide.
"There’s only one tent? Where should the others sleep?" Rex asked, eyeing the single tent warily.
"Don’t worry, I still have some extra tents," I assured him, lifting the flap of my tent and delving inside to grab a couple of items from my stash but actually, I called upon the system shop to buy two pocket tents.
Emerging from the tent, I carried two small bags to the center of my shelter. With a click of the buttons on top of it, the bags expanded and unfurled into two proper tents, each one popping up instantly and standing tall.
"Now we have two proper homes," I announced proudly.