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Chapter 144: Government Shelter (3)

<Author's note: The things (racism, sexism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>

After eating, Sweet Dave brought Nathan to another tent.

It was one of the 20-person rectangular tents used as sleeping quarters for the survivors who came to this base to seek shelter from the zombie apocalypse.

Some of the beds were occupied by people. The people occupying them were old while others were young but had lost a limb or two.

'The smell of piss and body odor is even stronger in here compared to outside.'

"You can rest in any of the available beds here. Once you're done, come find me at the Riot Control Task Force Office. I'll give you your assigned tasks," said Sweet Dave.

Nathan turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Tasks?"

Sweet Dave slapped Nathan's arm and chuckled.


"Everyone who is young and able should contribute in maintaining this shelter. And based on the way you carry yourself, I can tell you're strong."

Nathan squinted his eyes.

Putting aside the fact he disliked being ordered around, especially after everything that has happened ever since the zombie apocalypse began, he wasn't expecting Sweet Dave to tell him that he looked strong.

'What gave him that impression? Or is this old pervert just bluffing? Perhaps he's hitting on me?'

However, the truth was that Sweet Dave had been paying very close attention to Nathan's actions all this time.

With his experience as a former convict and his wife who was a parole officer, he was confident to say that Nathan wasn't a spy sent by the government.

He didn't have that air of a person who belongs to the police or military.

And the attitude that he has shown so far was more like an entitled tourist who was more concerned with the quality of food and the facilities around him rather than the threat of the zombies.

He also didn't have any of that stressed and worn out face that many of the people here had.

But most importantly, despite the fact he couldn't help but notice that Nathan looked at people as if he was looking at ants or something lower and he had a murderous and dangerous air around him, he was at least quite honest with his answer when he asked him if he has killed anyone.

And as a former convict himself, he believes that everyone, regardless of whatever their crimes were, deserves a second chance in life.

"Okay, I have to go. Rest well. I have other matters to attend to," Sweet Dave said and then left.

After seeing Sweet Dave leave, Nathan picked a bed closest to him.

However, there was a problem…

'This bed was too fucking small!'

He got up and tried to check if there were bigger beds.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any and decided to lie down on the bed.

With his current height at 2.2m, it was hard to find a bed that was suitable for him.

As a matter of fact, outside he even began training himself to sleep on the floor.

There was also another problem…

Putting aside that he wasn't sleepy, he didn't want to take off his equipment.

In his mind, although these people have welcomed him in their base, fed him and even gave him a bed to sleep on, there was still no way he would trust them.

The System items he had were far too precious and he had risked his life more than once to get these.

'Sigh… Okay, after I pretend to rest for 2 hours, I will find that old pervert to receive my tasks and then search for a helicopter and a pilot to teach me.'

He placed his sword on the side and lied down on the bed with the rest of his equipment on.

His legs were way passed the bed and hanging in the air.

It was also noisy a bit outside.

'Ugh… This is uncomfortable…'

30 minutes later…

'I can't take this anymore!'

He got up from the bed and picked up his sword before heading outside the tent.

As he was making way outside, a group of children who have been observing Nathan from the tent's entrance ran away.

'They're using kids as spies?'

An image of the children he slaughtered back at Corn Town flashed inside his head.

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

Regarding the kids at the tent's entrance, unfortunately, he was wrong.

The children got word that a very tall man wearing a black-colored set of equipment arrived at the base. They were all curious about what he looked like so they came here to check him out.

And when they saw him lying in a bed that was too small for his size and with his equipment on, they concluded that he must be a retard or something.

Nathan was finally outside of the tent.

'What was that place did that old pervert mentioned again? Riot… Riot Control Task Force Police Office? Or was it Riot Control Office something?'

He let out a sigh.

'Well, whatever.'

He swept his gaze over his surroundings to look for people that he can ask for directions.

He saw a man dressed in civilian clothing passing by and staring blankly at the ground.

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The man's head immediately turned to him and he said, "Are you real? Am I real? Is this real? Is this fake? Believe me when I say that the zombie apocalypse is a government conspiracy!"


The man grabbed onto Nathan and with crazy eyes, he said, "Everything is a conspiracy orchestrated by the government and the elites to control us! They've been planting drugs and microchip in our food and medicine for years now and they finally did it! Help me spread the word before it's too late!"

"What the fuck!" Nathan said as shoved the man away.

"You refuse to believe? Then I pity you! You have been fooled by the government's propaganda! Wahahaha!" the man said before walking away.

Nathan stared at the man.

'What the fuck was that?'

"Mister, I can help you whatever it is you're looking for."

Nathan looked at his side.

He turned to his side and saw a shabby-looking 10-year-old Caucasian girl with icy blonde hair holding a stick.

'So this time it's a kid, huh.'

"I can help you whatever it is you're looking for."

In the last 8 months of staying here in Womania, he developed a habit of ignoring and avoiding kids due to this country's political correctness.

The kid continued, "But there's a fee."

'Hmm… Her accent doesn't seem to be that of a native Womanian,' Nathan thought and smiled because he noticed something funny.

Although he admired the little girl's bravery for trying to bargain with him, he sensed her fear.

'Do I look that scary? Well, I'm a bit tall now thanks to the [Artifact] Divine Blood but with the System, the only advantage that height gives is the attack range.'

An image of the children he slaughtered back Corn Town flashed inside his head.

He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head before asking, "Okay, how much?"

"The equipment you're wearing."

Nathan scoffed and said, "Go back to your parents, kid."

He walked away.


However, he just ignored her and found another person.

This time it was a woman dressed in civilian clothing in her 40s.

"Excuse me. Can I ask for directions?"

The woman looked at Nathan and was taken aback for a quick moment due to his height.

"W-What do you want?"

"I'm looking for the Riot Police or Riot Control Office -- I'm not 100% of the name."

"Oh, the Riot Control Task Force Office. It's…"

The woman gave him the directions.


Nathan was walking down the streets and on his way to Riot Control Task Force Office when he saw a group of religious people preaching about the Iklas religion.

"According to the Holy Book that was given by God to the holy prophet Zalimun, those who don't swear total obedience to the one true God shall not enter heaven and will be thrown into hell and be tortured by the devils for all eternity!" said a man.

"Come now and surrender yourself to God and ask for His forgiveness!" said another man.

'Heh~ It's the crazy brown-Caucasian terrorists.'

Back in Cram City, there weren't that many brown-Caucasians there. It was mostly black, Caucasians and a huge number of Asians. Meanwhile, here in Burrow City there weren't that many Asians but had a huge number of brown-Caucasians.

As for what makes them crazy, well, if the general trend is that white and black people are racists against each other, and Asians are racists with each other (white-skinned vs brown-skinned), there is one ethnic group that everyone avoids like the plague.

This group are the brown-Caucasians.

In Nathan's own opinion, this group is the most racist and violent people on earth.

And from what he has observed of how well they view race, it's like this: brown-Caucasians at the top, Caucasians next, white-skinned Asians, brown-skinned Asians, and black people at the bottom.

Now, although Nathan would reluctantly agree that some of them are probably not racists, to him, the majority of them definitely are, especially the ones living in the brown-Caucasian countries.

As for how this happened…

Back in ancient times, the general population of brown-Caucasians believed in the Iklas religion, while the Caucasians believed in the Trinitian religion.

And due to the difference of religion, this led to these two groups waging holy wars against one another for centuries.

Fast-forward around the 13th century, although there were still some tensions between the two groups, the era of the Holy Wars declined significantly and was reduced to mostly skirmishes.

As time passed, the Caucasians started to invest more in science and philosophy. Meanwhile, the brown-Caucasians continued holding onto their religious beliefs.

It was around the 21st century that the difference between the two groups became so drastic.

Many Caucasian countries became rich countries (aka first-world countries) but the exchange was the detachment of their people from the shackles of religion which led to the birth of political correctness.

The political correctness even reached to the point where it was wrong to refer to God as "Lord" because that would suggest God is male.

Nathan remembered hearing such an idea for the first time in Womania and his jaw just dropped because there were actually people who publicly praised the idea.

Now, of course, Nathan wasn't a die-hard religious fanatic that he would kill and die for in the name of religion. But as someone who grew up in a religious country, ideas like that wasn't something you say in public.

As a matter of fact, one trend he noticed was that the richer the country is, the more godless the society is.

Sure, some first-world natives may claim they're religious and all, but it's at best superficial because they would bend the rules whenever the situation doesn't fit their personal desires and would argue that some of the rules in religion are "outdated."

Meanwhile, for the brown-Caucasians, the reason why some of their countries were able to become first-world countries without losing their religious culture was the discovery of crude oil or black gold.

Crude oil in the modern world was the most precious material of all. Without it, the modern world that humans lived in would collapse.

Coincidentally, the majority of the countries brown-Caucasians had a huge amount of oil reserves, giving them a huge control in the oil market.

Because of this, although some of the brown-Caucasian countries were able to continue to develop economically, even reaching first-world standards, when it comes to moral and traditional values in their society, they were still a little bit stuck in the Middle Ages.

In fact, it wasn't rare to see or hear from the news about buying, selling and torturing of "slaves" in rich brown-Caucasian countries even in the 21st century. And the craziest part is that no influential political leader or government from the non-brown-Caucasian countries would dare to call them out in the international stage in fear that these rich brown-Caucasian countries would refuse to sell oil to them.

Now, this is where things get even more complicated to the point of being chaotic.

Although no influential political leader and government is calling out the rich brown-Caucasian countries in the international stage for their violations against human rights, this hasn't stop powerful Caucasian countries such as Iustitia and Regis from invading underdeveloped brown-Caucasian countries with oil reserves under the guise of "freeing" the people from an oppressive government.

With this, in some way you can say that the actions of Iustitia and Regis are a necessary evil because it lessens the share of the rich brown-Caucasian countries in the oil market. But at the same time, one can also counter-argue that what countries such as Iustitia and Regis are doing is simply transferring the power to themselves at the expense of the lives of average brown-Caucasian citizens.

But the most important of it all is that it has given birth to everyone's most beloved and favorite religious peaceful group -- the terrorists.

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