Doomsday Supreme: I Have An SSS Grade Talent

Dire Circumstances

Jason did not ask anything, but instead kept quiet. The journey took a couple of minutes, and it was overally silent and awkward.

When they arrived at the refugee house, they were presented with a bleak, desolate and despondent atmosphere. One out of their wildest dreams.

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The were a lot of make-shift houses everywhere, made up of wood, cardboards, stones and even branches. Each built close to one another. None larger than 5*5 square meters.

They weren't even qualified to be called houses but shacks instead. Shacks of the poorest quality they had ever seen.

Then there was water here and there, accompanied by a pungent scent that brutally assaulted their nose.

Jason even felt like this was piss instead of water. Or maybe both, and even feces mixed along. The few people that could be seen wore raggered clothes, and seemed thin to the bone.

Almost all of them were bruised up, and dirty. In essence, this place was not suitable for people to live here. Yet there seemed to