It's not that none of them pay. Compared to having no shoes to shine, at least two Imperial Soldiers gave me some money, so the morning wasn't wasted.
Finally, I can buy an entire loaf of bread.
Duan Yu thought as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, his arms now much thinner than they were since restarting, the bones visible.
No other choice... starving.
Lately, in the game, I've been living off water and scraping out what edible scraps I can find from ruins.
In this situation, Duan Yu realizes that if he weren't a player,
This would be utterly despairing.
But there's no other way, because even from a player's perspective, there's basically no way to do anything but wait to die in the city. If even players face this, imagine the NPCs in the game.
Despair, absolute despair...
Duan Yu shook his head, dreading to think what a real 'World War II' would be like—a horrifying tragedy for humanity.
Just when he was thinking.
