Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies - Chapter 9: Shame? What was that?

Imperial soldier Suldak Helansa joined the infantry regiment of the Grand Duke Newman in Bena province, participated in the Warsaw plane war, and rescued a young man in the forest battle. This qualified young man suffered some injuries. Injured, still a mute, Suldak brought him into the barracks, and what we are telling is the story of this young man of unknown origin…

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She was once a revered divine doctor but was betrayed and framed by a jealous senior sister, resulting in her soul transmigrating to another world.In a strange world, with her emaciated body, a poor family, a kind but bullied disabled father, and malicious relatives.An accident granted her the divine eyes, allowing her to not only see people's past and predict their future but also to discern the condition of their bodies.Even more peculiar was the worn bracelet on her hand, which turned out to be a space artifact from ancient times.The world was vast, and there were many eccentrics who ridiculed her family's status, unaware that in secrecy, she was a mysterious figure whom countless influential figures wanted to invite over for tea.Yet, as she relished the pleasures of being reborn, there were always people trying to provoke her!President Mo, what do you want?!If I can't provoke you, I can always hide from you, right?!

Yun is a novice MMO player who equipped only unpopular skills labelled as garbage. However, soon after the official launch of the game, the NPCs stopped selling Recovery Potions. Everyone finally started to notice the importance of Support Magic and Items. And that spells trouble for Yun as well as all the other support-based players. They received orders for recovery potion from endless flood of players en masse, some more aggressive players even go as far as forcing the support players to be their personal craftsman. In order to prevent this from going out of hands, all the support players grouped together to form a community to keep things in order.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.