The clouds began to disperse, and a bright moon illuminated the sky.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for most refugees in Origin Territory.

The humidity and cold air seeped through the blankets.

The exhaustion from the heavy physical work during the day made the people not feel the cold but a soreness throughout their bodies.

On top of that, the people were mentally pressured, knowing that an impending cooling disaster was coming soon.

Although many of them lay down in bed feeling sore everywhere, their minds replayed the hardship they faced in the past few disasters.

The territory with tens of thousands of people gathered had deviated from their initial hopes for it the more it developed.

When they first united, the whole territory was thriving together.

They had an increase in accommodations, territory constructions, mountain repairs, and even land constructions.

Everyone had fantasized that the territory would have enough rations for at least half a year and sturdy houses that were safe after witnessing their farmlands being cultivated in the valley and cold-resistant wild vegetables being planted and thriving.

They saw countless groups of people settling down in the territory with many supplies that helped the economy thrive by exchanging their supplies and food.

Unfortunately, their fantasy was cut short as if watching a movie that abruptly ended.

The original dozens of territory lords were killed, missing, and wanted.

Afterward, Sun Bahu suddenly rose to power and implemented various policies.

It had only been a few days after they survived the heavy snowfall, but their great dreams for Origin Territory were destroyed in just a short period.

Corruption, oppression, and deceit.

Their beautiful expectations of the future were gone, and humanity’s ugliness had surfaced.

The anger accumulated in the people’s hard began to explode just because of the unfair distribution of a bowl of soup.

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Many people had begun to plan to leave the territory with their supplies to join other territories after the disaster.

The atmosphere continued to three in the morning.

Su Mo, who was staying in San Yuan Hotel, suddenly opened his eyes.

He had not slept the previous night and was exhausted from working during the day. He recovered his energy with just four hours of sleep without any problem.

He could continue to sleep if he wanted, but…

‘Argh! What do I do?’

Su Mo sat up, picked up a water bottle on the edge of the bed, and drank the psychic energy water with a concerned expression.

He did not think of himself as a saint that had to save everyone in need, nor was he a ruthless human.

He was like the vast majority of young adults.

Although most people would complain about this and that, when it came to situations where they could lend a hand and save others, they would undoubtedly provide help.

There were indeed a lot of despicable things happening in Origin Territory.

Still, grouping all the innocent and hard-working ordinary people with these wicked people was unfair.

Even if there were people that survived the disaster, these were people who were not from lower ranks and were not willing to work hard.

Bringing these people to his territory would be very risky and might cause irreparable damage!

‘There are only three more days left, and there is no time to screen through these people.

‘Plus, my resources will not be enough for 3,000 people, let alone 30,000 people. I can only maintain the survival of about 1,000 people if I ration very strictly.

‘Any more and I will need to ask Feng Mengyue to contribute resources from Mountain Moon Territory.’

Su Mo had imagined this worst-case scenario before, and they would be caught in a situation where it was impossible to take care of everyone. Now that it was really happening, he felt distraught.