Trash In The Apocalypse 248 This Can't Be A Group Event Anymore

"Did you confirm it?" Crisanton Simon, the Frontier's quartermaster asked his subordinate.

Ever since the commotion at the teleport portal this morning, the whole town was turned upside down. Not because of the extra money but whether someone has actually found where to use gold.

At first glance, the gold appears pure and people kept them for the future in case its price skyrocketed. They could also sell it to jewelers if someone takes that kind of job.

"Yes, the mission was posted around nine as an advertis.e.m.e.nt mission. A collector happened to have taken a liking to those unique gold and is buying them at twice the market price. Furthermore, for the person to waste credit like this, that person must be so strong to acc.u.mulate that much credit, or he found out how to use those gold. We tried asking around, but no one saw anyone that could probably be the collector. We have a tight community here, and everyone knows how much they earn per day."

The quartermaster pondered his choices and it didn't take long for him to come up with a decision.

"Take half of our gold and trade them for credit. Use half to pay for our loans then use the other half to buy T1 weapons. If you can get your hands on the crossbows, prioritize them over swords and spears. Buy a few sets of arrows, then spend the rest buying every type of item available. Even if we can't produce them right now, we could still use them for research."

The same thing was happening at the town hall. However, the police chief was busy with operations and his secretary was the one who had to make decisions.

The two large factions learned of the news and joined the earning opportunity. However, they still remained apprehensive and only traded half of their gold stash.

The small factions realized that having random loot was much better than having no loot. They didn't care much about the current division of dungeon entry since they weren't getting much loot from there. They prefer hunting new places since they could scavenge along the way.

These group of people rallied in front of the town hall and demanded that changes have to be made on dungeoning terms. Everyone enters the dungeon once a week and gold usually drop when a mob was killed. n.o.body really cared about the gold but since someone was willing to buy them, people got angry when not being able to earn as much as the others did.

The Chief of Police's Secretary had no choice but to step out and calm everyone down. He promised that their suggestions would be put into consideration before people started leaving.

At Black Haven, Bernard was panicking when he heard that the deposited credit points at the mission desk dwindled rapidly. He immediately called Evo to a.s.sist with the lacking funds.

When the matter stabilized, Evo asked Jun whether he had something to do with this event.

And indeed, Jun was the culprit.

The two chatted on the smart.w.a.tch;

Jun: Calm down... I know, I know. I'll notify you next time.

Evo: You better be. Bernard was talking about some inflation thingy. He said that we can't just keep "printing" money.

Jun: It's fine. I don't know much about inflations but as long as we have things that people need, everyone will use our currency. The only reason why people are using our currency is because, it's widely accepted and it can buy useful things. Don't worry about things like that. By the way, how do you manage to make this? This is cool.

Evo: There's a place called "internet", and there's a bunch of free codes all over the place. Bye.

Jun: Wait! Help me first. Go get our gold from the storage room on the first floor and the gold submitted at the mission desk. Transfer them to the faction storage, I need them for something. Also, I need 9,000 essence shards. Please help me for a bit. Thanks.

Evo: You better need them for real...

After reading Evo's reply, Jun chuckled and closed the hologram private chatroom. From his friend's reply, it seems like he was actually p.i.s.sed. It was a rare scenario and most of the time, it only happens when he gets interrupted while doing something important.

He stood up and did some stretching before getting out of the shade. Currently, around 60slots out of the 100slots on the faction storage were occupied, while his storage had around 30slots out of 100slots available.

He successfully managed to acc.u.mulate 5,000 gold through the advertis.e.m.e.nt mission he posted. Now, he just had to wait for Evo to start transferring the gold, so he could use them.

While waiting, Jun took out items that do not stack from the dimensional storage and placed them on the ground. After tossing out the various weapons and tools down, he was able to free around twenty more s.p.a.ces of storage. 

The scavengers have already returned from their scavenging trip and were just sitting down on a gra.s.sy slope, waiting for his next orders. Most of them were eating their lunch while chatting, while others rested absorbing the hot rays of the sun.

To be honest, it was particularly cloudy today, and there's not much sunlight to go around.

Upon seeing Jun stand up, the survivors taking a break immediately direct their attention to him. 

Jun opened his faction menu and navigated to the building's section. He tapped on the cheapest building, the Faction Hall which appeared to be a modern house.

After tapping, a five-meter blueprint appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The faction hall stood inside a square-shaped blue platform and the image of the faction hall was created from blue lines. There's also about a few meters of empty s.p.a.ce on the outer periphery of the blueprint.

Thanks to some experimentation, he learned that he could move and rotate the blueprint by hand. He slightly became shocked but recovered almost immediately. 

He walked around and chose the center of the plains as the place he wanted to build the faction hall, and confirmed the location.

The people around him—Nik's group and the scavengers—were watching what he was doing. To them, he was raising and waving his arms like an idiot, but when a giant series of blue lines appeared from thin air, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock. When they came back to their selves, they heard Jun calling for specific groups of people.

"Those who found stone and wood, please come forward. Make a line in front of me. Stones are on the left side, wood on the right."

Jun opened the faction storage and found 20stacks of Ophir's gold and 20stacks of essence shard. Both items had 100 pieces per stack.

"Wow, so considerate," Jun commented to Evo's quick execution of transferring items to the faction storage and even balancing the distribution.

Without further ado, he quickly went to work.

Jun said to the first two survivors in front of him. "Take the loot you found and place them inside."

Jun also did the same and started taking out items from the faction storage. The first time he tried taking out the essence shard by stacks of hundreds, he could only grab five while the rest fell down on the ground. He had to shove and toss them into the blueprint, so they would fill up the quota.

The blueprint kept sucking all materials it needed that entered its borders. Although Jun can't see where they go, he could see a progress bar and the remaining items needed when touching the ethereal blueprint.

The Faction Hall requires one thousand essence shards, one thousand Ophir's gold, one thousand kilos of stone, and five hundred kilos of wood. Watching the two grown-up men manually toss hollow blocks and gravel into the blueprint and seeing the pitiful amount of progress they made, Jun had to think of a new way to do this.

And he thought of something almost immediately. 

After tossing all the leftover essence shards on the ground, Jun stood up and went closer to the blueprint. He stretched his arm forward and opened the faction storage. Then, he took out a stack of essence shards and everything fell on the blueprint.

He turned and guided the people on what to do.

"Just open your dimensional storage inside the blueprint and unload your loot. Its faster this way and saves us a lot of time."

The two men followed his suggestion and opened their dimensional storage inside the blueprint. Things started pouring out and the progress hastened after their discovery.

With this new discovery, transferring the items and filling the requirements went on without a hitch. People kept on pouring items in and the progress bar increased significantly each time. This only lasted until the faction hall got finished when all the required items were submitted.

A white spiraling vortex appeared above the blueprint, which spat out all the items they poured earlier. The stones and woods created walls and furniture inside the house. Floors, stairs, and ceilings were magically made. 

When the white vortex stopped pouring things out, the screen in front of Jun changed. After reading its entirety, Jun almost cursed out loud. 

[Energy needed - 0/10,000]

Jun became elated after calculating the required amount and the number of people here. With around 200 people here, even if they only use 90 energy, they would still easily reach the quota. The real problem was the subsequent buildings that he had to make. Since the cheapest building that requires the fewest amount of resources already required this much energy to finish, what about the others?!

Jun sighed deeply.

This group event can't be called a simple errand anymore. People might need to stay for a bit longer than he expected. 

Jun opened his smart.w.a.tch and message Evo to have Mike prepare some snacks. Since they are overstocked with corn, he could make some kinabog. He could also make the energy juice he invented yesterday as refreshments.

Of course, Jun told Evo to give ten energy fruits to Mike, so the man doesn't have to worry about where to look for them. His reasoning for doing such a thing was to increase everyone's affection to the guild, Black Haven, while also giving them the energized buff for faster energy recovery.

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