Demon Lord's Reincarnation

In any case, cooking this food made them take a small hit from their reserves but the morale and favorability boost was more than worth it because the people from this side were as hard at work as the people on the Main Harbor.

Compared to us, once the sun went down, it was free time for everybody in my compound—except for the essential duties like security and whatnot—but these people were still going out on runs even though it was dark outside.

I barely made people go out in the dark because it was totally different compared to when the world ended because they would only be the ones with a light source and that would make them serious targets for the ones lurking in the dark. However, they simply needed to take that risk, or else this place would collapse on its own due to limited resources.

But yeah, they didn’t have a lot of issues in regards to food because they had great fishermen in their fold though fresh seafood could only do so much in the long run.

I know that it was the fucking end of the world but people need variety and some flavor to keep themselves happy, not just satiated, and a little splash of salt goes a long way.

‘Good thing they’d already started drying seawater… It takes a while though…’

Then Oscar nudged me:

“Kid. I appreciate you cooking for them and all but my daughter’s gonna come in a few hours, right?”

“Don’t worry, old man. We’ve cooked just enough for everybody here but I already prepped the ingredients needed once they come. They just needed to wait 30 minutes or so for everything to cook.”

“Oh!” then he leaned close, “I got some beer in the cooler of my H1, want some later? We haven’t had a proper talk.”

“Sure. Is it serious though?”

“Eh. Just random bullshit to pass the time. I wanna hear about what happened on your trip. Must’ve been more insane compared to last time.”

“Not as insane as what happened those three months though.”

“Haaa… Don’t bring that up too much. I’m surprised too. Just grab me later when you’re ready, alright?”

“Sure, old man.”

With that said, we still had several hours to kill if we were just gonna wait for the carrier to arrive, so I made my way to this “Building 34” of sorts with some of my people—no, the girls, it would almost always be with Kaley and company.

The Building 34 was one of the warehouses located at the further end of the Marine Base—almost at the foot of some hills—where a campsite was located only a few kilometers out.

It wasn’t the only building in this location, of course, but we definitely felt some shady vibes upon entering though Thomas was already present—welcoming us with a more chill tone—and introduced as to a few people including “Royo” who was face down with welding mask, working on a project of his.

“Royo! ROYO! OI— ROYOOO—”

“WHAT?! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY ‘ERE?!”

“We have guests! Bob sent them!”

“Isn’t he the cook?”

“The guest of honor too, he’s the kid the colonel’s been raving about.”

“Ah~” this Royo dude took off his gloves and mask then offered a handshake, “Welcome, welcome! Thanks for the food, yeah? Hadn’t had a proper meal since— You know what? I’m ramblin’ Watchu lookin’ for, huh? I’ll hook you up with everything in B34.”

I returned his firm handshake with my own, “I dunno what to look for though, what do you offer?”

“Strong grip, huh? Shiii~ Bob didn’t tell you, huh? Hmm~ Think of this place as a legal black market of sorts. We have anything and everything, we also do procurement jobs, fabrication jobs—even without a blueprint, just tell us what you want made and we’ll try our best, and yeah, we offer all sorts of services too.”

“Legal— You mean Major Harper knows about this?”

“He a customer, brother! It keeps things interesting, you see? It’s just that I’m surprised you’re here because I’m assuming you have all types of shit lying around but we’re also looking to buy more than your handsome donation. What’s it gotta be?”

“I kinda wanna have a look at the full catalog though, you have some stuff that didn’t come from here though, right?”

“Of course, we do! Take that fancy-ass blade on your hip, for example… We have something like that too—”

“Trust me, you don’t have something like this.”

“Oooh~ Is it a treasured blade or something?! Don’t get me excited now!”

“…” I just kept silent as I was faintly smiling.

“OHHH~ SHIT! IT IS ONE, HUH?! CAN I SEE?! BRANDON! HIT THE LIGHTS!”

The Brandon dude from the back shouted back, “Which one?!” freeweɓnovel.cm

“ALL OF ‘EM! I GOTTA SEE THAT SHIT REAL CLOSE! MAY I? PLEASE?!” then he shouted at the other dude eating a bag of corn chips, “HEEEEY! CHICAGO! BRING ALL OF ‘EM HERE!

WE GOTTA DO SOME COMPARISONS!”

With how desperate this Royo guy to look at my blade, I relented as I untied the knot on my warbelt, pulled the whole thing out with its scabbard, then laid it on the table.

Funnily enough, the motherfucker had this loupe on like he was checking diamonds while the other guys were scrambling to bring a few crates of martial weapons they collected overtime.

“Oh my— OH MY LAWDDD~ GIVE ME THE STRENGTH! I HAVEN’T EVEN PULLED THE THING OUT AND THIS JUST SCREAMS PRICELESS!” then he violently turned his head to face me, “You samurai or somethin’?”

I chuckled, “Something like that—”

“HOLD UP!” he then pointed at Kaley, “THAT’S THE SAME ONE TOO, RIGHT?! I noticed a similar dragon pattern! This is not some weeb shit, huh? This is the real~ fuckin’~ deal~ Am I right?!”

Isaac then nudged me from behind, surprising me because I thought he was with Jared:

“Bro… Look at that other box… It has the—”

“Oh, shit—”