Novel Full Chapter 1134 Policy
Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134 Policy
Ross unloaded them as if they weighed nothing, smiling like it was all just another day.
Of course, none of them knew the truth: he was simply producing everything from thin air.
But to the survivors, it felt like Ross was plucking miracles out of the ruins.
Gasps followed him everywhere. Children rushed to help stack the food.
Adults clapped, laughed, and cried at the same time. Trust in Ross didn’t just grow—it skyrocketed.
People who had been broken by loss now walked with their backs straight, ready to follow him anywhere.
A week passed, and the supermarket had transformed into something far more organized and lively than before.
Sleeping areas had been rearranged. Cooking stations improved.
People felt safe enough to tell jokes again.
Ross observed all of this with a faint smirk—he enjoyed his authority, his influence, and the comfort of those around him.
But in truth, he was also thinking ahead.
He wanted to expand his little kingdom.
More people meant more strength, more security... and yes, more women. More fun.
More entertainment. Ross wasn’t shy about wanting all of that, and he didn’t feel guilty either.
This world had fallen apart—why shouldn’t he enjoy what power he had?
One evening, after dinner, he gathered all the adults in the center of the supermarket.
A ring of dim lights illuminated their tired faces as Ross spoke.
"I’ve been thinking," he began, eyes sweeping over the crowd.
"We should invite more survivors to join us. There are still people out there suffering. We have food, we have safety, and honestly—we can build something bigger than this."
A murmur spread among the listeners.
Some nodded immediately, grateful for his compassion.
Some worried—more people meant more mouths to feed, more potential conflicts.
Others remained silent, simply waiting to see what Ross truly wanted.
But no matter their feelings, they all knew one thing clearly: Ross’ decision was final.
His word carried weight far beyond their objections.
After a few minutes of discussion, the group agreed. Even those who hesitated eventually bowed to Ross’ confidence and charisma.
That very night, they prepared a message to send out through every working phone, every social media platform still limping along the failing networks.
"To all survivors in Parkland City:
If you’re alive and looking for food, safety, and a future—come to the Supermart on 8th Avenue.
We welcome everyone. Join us."
They sent it, half-expecting it to disappear into the void.
But instead, the message spread like wildfire.
People in abandoned apartments whispered it to their neighbors.
Families hiding in basements held their breath as they forwarded the post.
Survivors across Parkland City reread it again and again, wondering if it could really be true.
Then nearby districts picked it up. Surrounding towns, too.
Even outlying cities where hope had nearly died received the message—but this time, hope flickered back to life.
Within hours, the supermarket was no longer just a shelter.
It had become a beacon—bright, loud, and unmistakable.
Ross’ beacon.
This news didn’t just spread—it caught fire.
Within hours, every surviving corner of the internet was flooded with frantic threads, shaky phone recordings, half-broken livestreams, and desperate comments.
Even people who barely had a charge left on their phones used their last battery just to read or post.
"This can’t be real... but if it is, we’re saved!"
"Help us! We’re going there! Someone reply if you made it safely!"
"Is this real or are they luring people in to use them? It feels too good to be true..."
"Ohhhh... so there’s a group holed up in that supermarket... This could be big."
"Who’s that guy Ross? Why do they trust him so much?"
"I don’t care. I’ll take my chances. Staying out here means death anyway."
People argued, panicked, hoped, doubted—all at once. Some were convinced Ross was a savior.
Others suspected a trap. A few even wanted to take the supermarket for themselves.
But underneath all the noise, one truth was clear:
Most of them wanted to go to Ross.
His name kept appearing. His actions were retold, exaggerated, mixed with rumors.
Some said he could create food out of thin air. Others claimed he fought monsters barehanded.
There were even wild stories saying he was chosen by the heart stones themselves.
Whether true or not, all of it painted him as someone untouchable, someone worth following.
And then came the movement.
Within days, scattered survivors began making their way toward Parkland City.
Some traveled alone, clutching knives or makeshift weapons.
Others moved in groups, helping each other across ruined roads and collapsed highways.
Those who had awakened abilities cleared obstacles, fought off stray zombies, or protected the weaker ones.
A full month later, the first major wave finally arrived.
They approached the supermarket cautiously—exhausted, hungry, and wary—but with a desperate spark of hope in their eyes.
Many who entered already had abilities granted by heart stones.
A few came wounded, supported by stronger companions.
Some had walked for weeks, while others drove until their gas ran dry and finished the journey on foot.
Each group that reached the reinforced doors breathed out the same words:
"We made it... thank god... we actually made it."
The once-quiet supermarket transformed rapidly. From fewer than a hundred survivors, the population surged to more than three hundred in just a few weeks.
The aisles that once echoed with emptiness now buzzed with voices, footsteps, and new life.
Makeshift tents were set up. Sleeping areas expanded. Patrol rotations grew more organized.
And still, more people were arriving.
Day after day, new survivors approached—drawn by hope, rumors, or the mysterious young man who was somehow turning this bleak, collapsing world into a place worth fighting for.
Ross had become a beacon.
And the world was beginning to gather around him.
But as Ross welcomed the good, it was inevitable that a few with darker intentions slipped in as well.
Among the grateful and the hopeful, there were always those who sought advantage, those who hid their greed behind polite smiles, and those who believed they could challenge or manipulate the man at the center of it all.
They thought the supermarket was just another refuge.
They thought Ross was just another leader they could deceive, use, or topple.
Little did they know...
It would be easier to swallow the sun itself than to make an enemy of Ross Oakley.
Those who schemed against him were already standing at the edge of a cliff—they just hadn’t realized it yet.