Anime Crossover: Many Children, Many Blessings; Yukino, the Wife from the Apocalypse

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After the apocalypse, the troops stationed in the suburbs suffered heavy losses, with almost half of the soldiers turning into zombies.

However, under the leadership of several valiant generals, they successfully suppressed the zombie offensive and quickly recaptured Shinjuku City.

To prevent another zombie invasion, they built sturdy walls around the city.

Today, Shinjuku City has a population of over 7,000, including nearly 1,000 soldiers equipped with the weapons and equipment of an entire regiment.

The entire base was divided into two areas, an inner and an outer one.

The outer areas are inhabited by ordinary people with no connections. Their living conditions are harsh, the environment is dirty and chaotic, the population is dense, and they even have to rely on relief food every day to survive.

This place is like a giant refugee camp, filled with helplessness and despair.

The inner area, however, is another world, inhabited by powerful and influential figures, including all evolved beings and high-ranking government officials. They enjoy abundant resources, with food, meat, and vegetables readily available.

They are protected by patrolling guards every day, and live a carefree life.

In this new world, a man named Raise Souji begins to emerge.

He was originally a battalion commander in the army, but in the apocalypse, he successfully seized power with his extraordinary wisdom and courage, becoming the de facto ruler of Shinjuku City.

His leadership enabled the city to survive and thrive in the apocalypse.

In the apocalyptic torrent, Ishihara Kei, the former deputy mayor of Shinjuku City, has now transformed into a local tyrant.

His swift response was astonishing; he incorporated armed police, regular police, and special police forces, building an unbreakable force.

With Raise Souji's defeat, Ishihara Kei seized economic power and controlled the lifeline of Shinjuku City's resources, becoming a giant in this apocalyptic world.

In this chaotic land, besides Ishihara Kei, there are many other powerful forces led by evolved beings.

Without the protection of evolved beings, survival became almost a luxury.

Here, the strong are respected, and the weak are prey. Those with power and influence enjoy wealth and luxury, while the powerless are like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Powerful figures hid in the secure inner perimeter, while the outer perimeter was virtually unmanaged, becoming a breeding ground for crime.

In the shadowy corners, unidentified corpses were dumped every day, and the soldiers responsible for maintaining order on the perimeter mostly chose to turn a blind eye, not bothering to do anything as long as it didn't cause a major disturbance.

Little Balala recounted all of this to Chang Wei and the others, and they gradually gained a deeper understanding of this post-apocalyptic world.

At this moment, everyone's stomachs began to rumble, and they decided to go downstairs to find food and a place to rest.

Following the little guava, they arrived at an open space.

A large group of ragged, emaciated people sat quietly on the ground, seemingly having lost all hope for life. In the center of the open space was a large pot, where several staff members were busy distributing relief meals.

Dozens of people lined up, waiting for that meager relief. A woman with a grim face held a spoon and distributed porridge to the crowd.

Chang Wei and the others could see clearly that the so-called porridge was actually no different from plain water, and the few pitiful grains of rice in the bowl became the only hope in the eyes of many people.

"Can this even be considered food?"

Sato couldn't help but complain. (Okay)

They had been used to a life of wealth and comfort, and even in difficult times they at least had a full meal. Seeing this scene now, they couldn't help but feel a little sorry for them.

"If you're not going to eat, then get out of the way! Don't get in my way!"

The woman glanced coldly at Chang Wei and the others, and said without any mercy.

She seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and had become numb to the sympathy and pity of the outside world. In this corner of the bustling city, her partner was a manager in this small world, wielding some power and commanding more than ten employees.

Chang Wei and his group were newcomers to the place, and everything seemed so unfamiliar and unfamiliar to them.

In the morning mist, the aroma of that bowl of porridge filled the air, like a long-lost comfort.

After receiving their share of porridge, everyone else ate it with extreme care, as if walking on thin ice, afraid of wasting a single drop.

After finishing their porridge, they even licked the bottom of the bowl gently with their tongues, trying to capture that last bit of warmth and satisfaction.

However, Chang Wei and his companions had no interest in this.

They headed straight for the market in the distance, where the bustling crowds seemed like a forgotten, vibrant corner.

In the market, people transformed into small vendors, their stalls filled with all sorts of items: pots and pans, daily necessities, a dazzling array.

There were even a few small restaurants, but the high price tags were prohibitive; a bowl of noodles cost five ounces of grain coupons!

The ugly scene at the 415 post-apocalyptic survivor base: human life is as worthless as grass!

"This is our safe haven,"

Little Balala pointed to a neat shop ahead and said, "You can exchange grain there. One pound of grain coupons can be exchanged for one pound of grain. Government staff are also paid with grain coupons."

Chang Wei and his companions strolled leisurely through the market, selecting daily necessities such as bedding, pots and pans.

Chang Wei even bought a gas cylinder specifically to start a fire for cooking.

Despite the abundance of goods in the market, there were very few buyers.

Most of them are poor, ordinary people. If they had money and food, they wouldn't have to sell their goods here.

Therefore, when Chang Wei and his group made large purchases, the vendors all smiled with delight and tried to sell their goods to them.

"Brother, take a look at the goods here, the quality is absolutely top-notch!"

"Brother, my food is of high quality and low price, you can pick any grain you like!"

"Brother, the quality of the goods I sell is absolutely guaranteed..."

The vendors eagerly introduced their goods to Chang Wei and his group. Although they had no food coupons, the grain on the cart and the reserves in Chang Wei's storage ring gave them no worries.

After some selection and trading, Chang Wei and his group acquired all the necessary items with less than 100 jin of grain.

They returned home laden with their spoils, ready to go back to the place that belonged to them.

In the afterglow of dusk, a figure suddenly came into everyone's view. It was a young girl wearing slightly worn jeans and a jacket with slightly yellowed edges, which was still tightly wrapped around her thin body.

She rushed towards Chang Wei and his group, her face showing a complex mix of emotions—both anticipation and a touch of shyness.

However, before she could even touch Chang Wei's clothes, she was blocked by the surrounding crowd. She looked up, her eyes gleaming with pleading, her voice trembling:

"Sir, please...please...give me two steamed buns. I'm a college student, I can...I can keep you company all night, I promise you'll be satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Chang Wei's gaze involuntarily fell on the girl's face.

She looked so young; she should have been a carefree student on campus, enjoying the beauty of youth.

But at this moment, she had no choice but to make this choice for the sake of two steamed buns and for survival.

Seeing this, Little Guava's face darkened, and she shouted sharply, "Get out of the way! We don't need it!"

Here, women like this are everywhere, and they've long been used to it.

For an evolved being like Chang Wei, such a deal held no appeal whatsoever.

Seeing this, a flicker of despair crossed the girl's eyes. She knelt on the ground, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her voice trembling even more: "Please, my mother hasn't eaten for three days, and she's sick. Just two steamed buns, and I'll do anything!"

The surrounding crowd watched this scene indifferently, as if such a scene was commonplace.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within Chang Wei, but he ultimately chose to leave. He led the group onward without looking back.

The girl watched Chang Wei's retreating figure, the expectation in her eyes gradually fading.

She silently stood up and tightly hugged the hard-won bag of food in her arms.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. She knew she had failed.

But she also understood that this was a choice she had to make to survive.

"Mom, I'm sorry..." the girl murmured softly, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes. But then, she gritted her teeth and swallowed her tears.

She took the bag of grain and silently left this indifferent world.

The group continued on their way, and an unusual street came into view.

Along both sides of the street, a large number of women gathered. Their faces were pale, but they were all dressed up carefully, as if they wanted to shine a ray of light in this gloomy world.

Their eyes revealed a mixture of helplessness and resilience, forming a stark contrast to the ragged women.

Upon seeing Chang Wei and his group, the women approached without hesitation, their voices trembling slightly yet resolute:

"Grandpa, come keep us company. Just a steamed bun or a packet of instant noodles will be enough to keep you warm all night."

Some women even call themselves "sister flowers," their smiles revealing their yearning for life and their expectations for the future.

"We only need five ounces of grain to make you feel the warmth of home."

They all crowded around, their eyes sparkling with hope.

However, they also understand that survival has become extremely difficult in this cold and ruthless world.

Faced with this situation, Chang Wei couldn't help but frown.

Seeing this, Little Balala immediately stepped forward, pulled out his pistol, and coldly ordered, "Get back, all of you!"

His voice carried an air of authority and unwavering determination.

Many women saw the pistol in Little Balala's hand, and a look of fear and resentment flashed in their eyes.

They knew they couldn't fight against these armed people.

So they could only walk away silently, leaving behind a scene of desolation and helplessness.

“These women are forced into this path by life’s hardships.”