529 Blue Unicorn Spears
As Angelica was busy dealing with the order I gave to her, I had to think about something else.
“Are you aware of any big river running nearby?” I turned to Hilary and she seemed to struggle for a second before saying:
“I recall two actually… The nearest is called Merrimack river, and the furthest away is Connecticut river. Which one do you seek?”
“The closest…” I returned to look at the horizon, “for now at least…”
I knew my way was able to turn almost half of the entire planet into a green and fertile soil. But I had first to start small, to be able to defend what I’d build here.
So the first choice would be that closest river. As for later on, I’d go for further rivers as well.
Rivers were important to my plan. Not only were they a needed source of water, but I needed them to cause the changes in the ground around it as well.
“Are you asking this for water?” Hilary waved her arm around, “we are in an area filled with many lakes. You can use the water there for that.”
“Not even close enough,” I shook my head slowly, without explaining further, “is that river away?”
“I believe it’s not that far from here… Do you want to go there now?”
“Let’s wait for the farmers first,” I turned my eyes to scan the sky. The dimness there was getting slowly pushed away.
Sunrise in old times before the apocalypse would take almost an hour to happen. But in our times, it would take close to ten hours.
So we got time to prepare and finish what we had to do.
“They are here,” we didn’t need to wait for longer than half an hour to see the early batches of farmers coming here.
Calling them farmers was a mistake indeed. They were all cladded in heavy armour, wearing like anyone else would.
They even got weapons, and many had these weapons unsheathed.
It seemed they were still in a state of shock of such drastic change in their destiny, not wanting to let go even of their weapons, as if they were in a dream they feared to wake up from.
“Time to get them to work,” I opened my marker, while feeling a little melancholic.
When I did that in the past, I was meticulously calculating my little coins and even had to sell many of my items to secure what I needed back then.
But right now I am a tycoon! I simply wrote the name of the item I wanted in the search bar, and started a spree of purchasing without any pause.
[The stache of the blue unicorn spears you bid for is inside your inventory]
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[The stache of the blue unicorn spears you bid for is inside your inventory]
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[The stache of the blue unicorn spears you bid for is inside your inventory]
[The stache of the blue unicorn spears you bid for is inside your inventory]
[The stache of the blue unicorn spears you bid for is inside your inventory]
Long rows of messages appeared in front of my eyes, and I didn’t stop my hand purchasing all the spears I could get.
Yes… They were the spears that once saved my and that jumper’s lives back at Central Park. We faced a deadly attack of star beams at that time, and we survived thanks to that.
But that day I did something, gathered up and filtered the deadly energy of the red beams and stilled them into shining thick liquid.
And since that day, the twelve Liquors containing this precious material were stored in my inventory, covered in thick layers of dust by now.
And now… It was time to clean all the dust and bring this magical liquid on the stage of the apocalypse.
In fact I didn’t plan on getting such material early on. But things developed back then and I had to face the retribution from angels for getting my class.
The jumper was there by luck. And my luck was always better than any other in the apocalypse so far.
I saw the chance, and didn’t let it slip off my hands. I didn’t try to do it again as I had enough to sustain my needs.
“Tell them to scatter in regular intervals,” I said without shifting my eyes off the market interface, “tell them to distance a mile away from each other, not a step further, not a step closer… Do you get it?”
“What for?”
“You’ll know soon enough,” I had to purchase a massive amount of my spears. These darlings did great before, and it was time for them to shine again.
From my side, Hilary had to shout to give orders to people down below. Once Angelica got the word, she started to distribute it among everyone.
I could hear the clamour of their armours while moving around, making me inwardly sigh.
“We need farming tools,” after half an hour of fervently purchasing spears, I searched for other items.
These farmers were looking just like my fighters. I had to let them switch their weapons for farming tools. Or what was the benefit of their presence here?
I bought lots of farming tools. And luckily their prices weren’t that sky high yet. No one was taking this step so early on in the apocalypse, so there was no competition at all.
I found many good things, like big machines that would pile large spaces of land and arrange soil to be planted.
I also found tools used to distribute water evenly, even many tools to support the growing plants and care for them while the farmers weren’t around.
I bought anything I found, and bought them in large quantities. Many tools were used by us, others were moving on their own. The latter needed a stable source of energy to run, and I got my stat crystals for that.