Apocalypse: Hero of Potato Fields-Chapter 375 - 361: The Chimeras Attack
"Sister, this..."
"It’s unbelievable!"
The sisters were completely captivated by the movie, unaware that a large group of newcomers had gathered there as well.
Time flew by, and soon the people in white uniforms were calling everyone back.
The newcomers were gathered together and taken to a sparse wooded area at the edge of the residential district.
The refugees had no idea why they were being asked to wait there, but according to the people in uniforms, a miracle was about to happen.
"Why did they bring us here? Are we supposed to live in this woodland? Like... in makeshift shacks or something?" complained a thirty-year-old woman.
"Mom, mom! Will there really be a... a miracle?" The little girl tugged at her mother’s skirt, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Emi..."
"Be patient, it won’t be long. Would you like Daddy to give you a piggyback ride?" The tall man smiled and lifted his daughter onto his shoulders.
This man was very tall, almost 1.93 meters, and quite muscular.
A few minutes passed.
The little girl sat on her dad’s shoulders, waiting for the miracle to happen, and then...
Everyone felt a slight tremor underfoot. The shrubs, grass, and trees were suddenly drawn into the ground.
A few seconds later, the woodland was completely replaced by an endless open space.
Then, the ground began to tremble again.
When apartment buildings, roads, and bus stops began to emerge from the ground, the refugees cried out in bewilderment and confusion.
About ten seconds later, the open area had turned into a large community.
"Mom! Mom! This is the most magical thing I’ve ever seen!" The little girl shouted while clapping and laughing.
The man smiled, while his wife stood there with her mouth agape.
"Everyone listen up!" A voice came from above them.
The refugees looked up to see small winged elves holding loudspeakers floating above their heads.
"Mom, mom! It’s a fairy! A real fairy!"
"Yes..." her mother murmured, then looked at her husband.
His face showed no sign of surprise.
He lifted his daughter higher so that the little fairy flying above them could see her.
Emi waved her hand, calling to the little fairy until the fairy noticed her.
The little Faru, only about 45 centimeters tall, flew to the happy little girl.
A waffle cone containing ice cream suddenly appeared in her hand.
She handed the cone to Emi and then flew away.
The fairies began to explain to the refugees what they should do next.
In fact, only third-level fairies spoke, as only they could use the translators correctly.
Everyone received a certificate with an address, along with a map indicating the route to their new home.
They needed to go there, show their certificate to someone waiting in front of the building, and once confirmed, they could find their new apartment.
Faru people would be there to keep an eye on everyone.
If any problems arose, they could call the administrative department and have someone sent over.
Of course, problems were certain to occur.
Humans are inherently prone to creating problems.
The sisters headed to the apartment located on the tenth floor.
The sisters were very nervous, but when they were finally inside "their" apartment, they couldn’t help but burst into tears.
On the wall at the entrance, next to a series of keys, was a poster.
It read "Welcome Home." It was this sentence that completely broke them, and they couldn’t resist crying.
After experiencing so many terrible things, the word home held extraordinary meaning for them.
The twins were assigned a two-bedroom apartment, making them very lucky, as many newcomers might have to share a room...
A group of children gathered around the leader of Hanover’s homeless orphans.
They didn’t want to be separated and live in different apartments; they planned to stay together as they had before.
"How can I help you?" asked a blonde Faru person dressed in a black shelter uniform.
"We don’t want to be separated, fairy lady!" cried a twelve-year-old girl.
She was so thin that a gust of wind seemed enough to blow her away.
"Where are your parents?"
"We don’t have parents. We’re orphans," Rudolf, the eldest child, replied.
"I don’t quite understand the meaning of that word," Raya said. In Faru culture, leaving children to fend for themselves is unimaginable.
If a Faru child lost their parents, others would adopt them.
At the very least, the village chief would take them in.
"Hold on, I’ll make a call to the management."
A few minutes later, a car arrived, and a few people in white uniforms got out.
They quickly discovered the problem and contacted Chen Youyou, who then reached out to Natasha to design a place similar to an orphanage.
But in reality, it was more like a dormitory.
The chief architect naturally agreed, but the building would not be completed until the evening.
In the meantime, the administrative staff would look after these children.
They needed to wash up, change clothes, and undergo physical examinations, which had to be completed swiftly.
Because a battle was about to break out, and hospitals would soon be filled with injured soldiers.
