Chapter 132: Min Yoonwoo’s Plan
At the same time, he deliberately controlled the number of reservations he made.
Otherwise, all the copper coins he had worked so hard to obtain would eventually disappear into storage fees.
After finishing everything, Joo Joowon exited the black market and glanced at the beginner equipment he had obtained today.
After thinking it over, he decided not to list any of it for sale yet.
The first reason was that he still had no idea what he actually wanted in exchange.
The second reason was that, with public emotions running so high at the moment, selling now would never maximize profits.
In any case, those items didn’t take up much space.
Most of them still existed in card form.
Carrying them around wouldn’t increase his burden in any meaningful way.
Since that was the case, leaving them unused for a few more days didn’t matter at all.
At the very least, considering the country’s population and everyone’s current levels, even beginner equipment would remain in extremely high demand for quite some time.
Joo Joowon firmly believed that even now, there were still enormous numbers of players who had not killed a single zombie.
The black market section for a single category did not continue infinitely.
This was probably because many players had already started adapting to the rhythm of the apocalypse.
The kind of players who acted impulsively without thinking and rushed outside only to deliver themselves to zombies as takeout food had mostly been eliminated by now.
The fittest survived.
The players who remained alive might not have carved caution into their very bones yet, but they at least valued their own lives.
As a result, the number of deaths naturally began to decrease somewhat.
Even so, the black market for the pet category alone still contained several hundred pages.
The number of pages in other categories was even more frightening.
Joo Joowon found it difficult to imagine.
At this rate, perhaps it wouldn’t take very long before everyone in the world was dead.
Joo Joowon remembered seeing a statistic online once.
On average, every second, five new lives were born somewhere in the world while two people died.
But now, the number of births had dropped drastically, while the number of deaths had increased by hundreds of times.
He also strongly suspected that even among pregnant women who had been close to their due dates before the apocalypse began, very few of them and their children would survive even if they managed to give birth safely after the end of the world arrived.
Not to mention the fact that after giving birth, how long would a mother need before she regained the ability to move around normally?
Just thinking about those things was enough to make a person feel hopeless.
Dwelling on matters like that only made himself miserable, so every time such thoughts surfaced, Joo Joowon quickly forced them out of his mind.
Instead, he continued browsing through the other black market sections to see if there was anything worth picking up cheaply.
Reality proved that players were not fools.
If they possessed something genuinely valuable, they would never list it for sale just because they couldn’t use it immediately.
Zombie core and similar items were completely absent.
Joo Joowon lowered his standards slightly and headed directly to the food section instead.
Sausages, canned food, dehydrated vegetables, dehydrated fruits, compressed biscuits, pickled vegetables, meal packs, wolfberries, red dates, honey.
As long as it was something he could tolerate eating, regardless of whether he actually liked it or not, Joo Joowon reserved some of it.
Taking portability into consideration, he didn’t choose unlimited storage for everything.
Large and inconvenient items were placed under unlimited reservation.
The rest were reserved for periods ranging from seven to thirty days depending on his preferences and how easy they were to carry.
In Joo Joowon’s opinion, eating well while he still had the chance was never a mistake.
There was no guarantee he would still have the opportunity later.
It wasn’t that he believed supplies would become impossibly scarce in the future.
At worst, real world products would disappear and everything would simply have to be purchased through the game’s store.
His real concern was something else.
He was worried that in the future, he simply wouldn’t have the time or the state of mind necessary to enjoy good food anymore.
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"Min Yoonwoo, what do we do now? Looking at the comments section, it seems like people don’t really believe us. Can our plan still succeed?" the newly recruited lackey asked nervously as he looked at the doubts filling the comments section and the unpleasant expression on his boss’s face.
In truth, he wasn’t worried about the plan at all.
He was worried that Min Yoonwoo might become annoyed by the criticism and decide to kill him to vent his frustration.
Glancing at the mutilated corpses scattered around the factory and the thin layer of blood covering the floor, the lackey couldn’t help turning pale.
The burly man with tattooed arms and a buzz cut, otherwise known as Min Yoonwoo, let out a cold snort. "What are you panicking for? They’re all just greedy bastards chasing profit. Don’t pay attention to what they’re saying now. Once I show them the benefits, let’s see whether they keep barking like this!"
Even as he spoke, Min Yoonwoo couldn’t help feeling resentful.
Originally, he had expected countless people to rally behind him the moment he posted his denunciation thread.
Who would have thought that although people believed him, they also believed that he wasn’t a good person either, simply because he had tattoos and looked ugly!
As though they themselves were all handsome movie stars or something.
A bunch of idiots.
Especially after another awakened player with abilities that looked relatively normal appeared next door, and after HighlyCultured also spoke up in support of Ashfall, even more of the fence sitters who had originally been wavering began shifting sides.
The remaining players started talking about "rational thinking" and warned others not to be manipulated by public opinion.