Chapter 1159

But York never expected.

That this job search would last for a full two months!

Not a single company was willing to hire him!

During those two months, prices soared, and after York's meager savings were spent completely.

Because he couldn't pay the rent, the landlord kicked him out the door...

From then on, York's nightmare truly began.

In the Free Nation, finding a job required an identity certificate issued by the community, and an identity certificate required you to spend money to buy a house or rent one...

Once you lost your house, you were effectively branded a homeless person and lost the qualification to work!

But without the qualification to work, where could you find money to rent a house?

Thus, the situation fell into a strange, vicious cycle.

York never dreamed that one day he would become one of the homeless.

And with no hope of ever turning his life around!

At first, York tried all sorts of methods; he sought out community rescue organizations, thought of charities, and even went to the government's unemployment administration.

Every time, he was full of confidence.

But every time, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

In this society, who would listen to the voice of a homeless person?

More than a month passed.

York's heart was completely dead; he had turned into a walking corpse.

A homeless person searching for food in trash cans...

The sky gradually brightened.

York's lips were dark purple, and he was still wearing that black suit from when he was job hunting, only the suit was already tattered, like a homeless person's shroud, emitting an unbearable stench.

He slowly stood up, his hands trembling constantly, and looked into the distance.

This damned world.

This damned Free Nation...

York cursed viciously in his heart, the intense hunger making his weak legs shake.

But even so, he stood up with great difficulty and walked slowly toward the distance.

Now was the time for the government to distribute relief food.

York hadn't eaten a single bit of food for three full days; if he didn't grab food today, the only path left for him would be to starve to death...

He didn't know how long he walked, but York finally reached the small pavilion where relief food was distributed.

However, a long line had already formed outside the relief pavilion...

Even though York had arrived as soon as possible, there were still at least several hundred homeless people in front of him.

York didn't dare to cut in line; there were military police outside the relief pavilion maintaining order.

Once a riot broke out, everyone here would die...

Could it be that it won't be my turn again...

For some reason, York felt that the amount of relief food distributed by the government seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

It had been two days in a row that it hadn't been his turn...

Although it was just a piece of black bread that was hard as a rock, for York, it was undoubtedly life-saving rations.

"There's meat! There's actually meat!"

"Hahahahaha!"

An exclamation came from the front!

Immediately following, a charming, fragrant aroma, as if it had a life of its own, frantically drilled into York's nasal cavity!

It really was meat!

York swallowed hard, his eyes filled with longing!

Just by smelling the aroma, York felt as if his body had regained some strength.

"Please don't run out..."

"Please let it be my turn..."

York prayed over and over in his heart.

Finally, the moving heads in front became fewer and fewer, and the line finally reached York.

"No more black bread, only meatballs left, do you want them?"

A cold voice came from inside.

"Yes! Yes..."

Having not spoken for so long, York didn't even notice that his voice had become so hoarse.

But none of that mattered anymore.

The meat was in his hands!

Finally, there was something to eat...

York held a meatball in a small plastic bowl; the meatball was about half the size of a fist, emitting an unimaginable aroma.

He could guarantee that he had absolutely never smelled such a rich aroma in his life.

York didn't dare to linger; he hurriedly and greedily grabbed the meatball with his pitch-black, dirty hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

In this era, food was only yours once it was in your mouth.

Saving food was absolutely the most foolish thing to do...

York knew better than anyone how terrifying those who were starved to madness could be...

As the whole meatball went down his throat.

York felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction well up in his heart...

Immediately after, York's whole body couldn't help but tremble comfortably.

This feeling of being freed from extreme hunger made York feel like he was in heaven.

In a daze.

York felt the dim sky brighten up quite a bit...

The whole world had regained its color.

An unprecedented confidence surged into his heart...

For some reason, he seemed to feel that the once-disgusting Free Nation had now become amiable.

Even York himself didn't realize that his view of the Free Nation had undergone a 180-degree reversal in silence.

"Why don't I... go join the army too..."

"This country still has many beautiful aspects!"

"Yes! I must go and protect this country!!!"

"This is my responsibility!" ===== CHAPTER 1161 =====