Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH150

Chapter 150: Mission Hall

The woman was holding a chipped, battered bowl, carefully helping the little girl take small sips of water.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, she jerked her head up like a startled rabbit. The moment she recognized Chu Yang, every drop of color drained from her face, her eyes wide with terror.

Instinctively, she pulled her daughter behind her back, using her own frail body to block the doorway. Her voice shook uncontrollably: “What… what else do you want? The supplies… you gave them to us…”

Chu Yang halted his steps, remaining outside the doorway without stepping across the threshold.

Watching the woman’s desperate vigilance and the little girl behind her—whose gaunt, hollow face made her eyes look unnaturally large and filled with dread—he felt a heavy ache in his chest.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to hurt you,” Chu Yang said, softening his voice as much as possible. “Earlier… it was our fault for being reckless with the car. We almost hit your daughter, and we felt terrible about it. Keep these for an emergency.”

With a subtle thought, he retrieved several items from his spatial dimension and set them down on a relatively clean rock beside the doorway: two packs of instant noodles, a few individually wrapped pastries, a vacuum-sealed pack of braised eggs, and two bottles of purified water.

The quantity was measured carefully—just enough for the mother and daughter to hide away and eat for a few days so they wouldn’t starve, but not so much that it would draw deadly attention.

The woman froze, staring blankly at the provisions, which were practically priceless treasures in the apocalypse. She looked back up at Chu Yang, seemingly unable to process that such kindness could exist in this world.

Little Xue’er’s eyes lit up instantly. Her gaze locked onto the bread and braised eggs, her small hand clutching tightly at her mother’s ragged hem.

“Th-thank you! Thank you, benefactor!” The woman finally snapped out of her daze. Her knees buckled as she prepared to drop to the dirt and bow.

Chu Yang raised a hand to stop her. “Don’t do that! Quickly put them away and hide them well. Don’t let anyone see.” Without lingering another second, he turned around and walked briskly away.

On the walk back to the car, a bitter weight hung over Chu Yang’s thoughts.

He had wanted to hand them food by the vehicle earlier, but with so many starving, desperate eyes watching from the street, giving out charity in broad daylight would have been a death sentence for a helpless mother and daughter, not a blessing.

Hunger stripped people of their humanity; the small amount of food he had just left was more than enough to trigger a bloody brawl in the slums.

He could only deliver it in secret, buying them a brief chance to survive a few more days.

This damned world, Chu Yang cursed silently. Shaking off the lingering sense of powerlessness, he picked up his pace and returned to the SUV.

“All set?” Lin Xiao asked casually, turning the ignition key.

“Yeah, all set.” Chu Yang opened the door and slid into his seat, his expression smoothing back into its usual easygoing look. He clapped his hands together. “Let’s go check out the Mission Hall.”

The vehicle slowly turned around and navigated its way out of the slums.

The dusty dirt tracks soon gave way to patched concrete, which eventually transitioned back into the relatively smooth, clean asphalt boulevards of the inner sectors.

The surrounding view shifted back as well, moving from crooked, filthy shacks to proper buildings and storefronts that, while weathered, remained orderly and intact.

“Finally out of there,” Lin Xiao exhaled deeply, as if trying to purge every bit of foul air from his lungs. “Spend too much time in that place and you feel like you’re starting to rot.”

“Yeah,” Chu Yang replied softly. He said nothing more, though his gaze drifted to the scenery rolling past outside the window, the stark contrast between the two worlds stinging his eyes.

The SUV made several turns through the base’s straightforward road network.

Following the directions they had gathered earlier, they soon reached their destination—a sturdy five-story gray building.

The structure looked like a former commercial bank or municipal service center. Its exterior facade was completely intact, and an eye-catching sign with bold black lettering hung above the main entrance: District 3 Task and Contribution Center—commonly known as the Mission Hall.

In front of the building lay a paved plaza that served as an open parking lot. Over a dozen vehicles were already parked there, ranging from heavily armored, heavily modified off-road trucks to ordinary family sedans.

The flow of people entering and leaving was far heavier than in other parts of the city, and the crowd was diverse: uniformed personnel who appeared to be official base administrators; well-equipped, sharp-eyed squads of Ability Users moving together in tight formations; and ordinary survivors in plain clothes, their faces marked by anxious hope.

“Look at that crowd,” Lin Xiao noted, finding an open space and pulling into a parking bay.

“Let’s head inside and see how it works,” Jiang Jue said, pushing his door open and stepping out with crisp, effortless efficiency.

The group walked into the Mission Hall together.

The interior was far more cavernous than it appeared from outside. The double-height hall was brightly lit by functioning overhead fixtures, and while the decor was utilitarian, the space was kept relatively clean.

A loud buzz of chatter, mingled with the faint smell of heat and sweat, washed over them.

Mounted high on the wall directly facing the entrance was a massive LED display screen. It was actively cycling through mission listings, the text large and easy to read.

Red text marked high-danger missions, yellow indicated medium risk, and green represented low-risk or safe assignments. Open bounties were displayed in crisp white font, while fulfilled requests were struck through in gray, making the status clear at a glance.

A dense crowd was gathered beneath the board, craning their necks to read the postings as continuous debates echoed around them.

“Look at the mission for West District Subway Line 3—a base reward of 300 contribution points plus 100 crystal cores! That payout is huge!”

“What good is a high payout if you don’t survive? The danger rating is medium-high, and I heard the mutant beasts down there are vicious. Last squad that went in only had two survivors make it back.”

“Forget it then. Staying alive comes first…”

Beneath the large display was a row of service counters resembling teller windows, where staff in matching vests were busy processing registrations, payouts, and supply claims for survivors waiting in line.

Along the adjoining walls hung large cork notice boards plastered with printed and handwritten mission slips—some brand new, others yellowed with curling edges.

A steady stream of people circled the boards, reviewing the fine print and discussing terms in hushed tones.

Rather than crowding the main counters right away, Chu Yang and the others strolled toward a quieter corner of the notice boards, intending to get a feel for the local market first.

The listings on the boards covered a wide range and were broadly divided into official base bounties and private civilian requests:

Official Base Missions (Bold / Red Listings):

Construction Material Collection: Cement, steel rebar, gravel, and sand… Payout calculated by the ton in contribution points or equivalent crystal cores. [Long-Term Active]

Eradicate Remaining Mutants in West District Subway Line 3. Requirements: Squad of five or more, including at least two combat-type Ability Users. Reward: Scaled to clearance results and salvage yield; base payout of 300 contribution points + 100 crystal cores. [Danger: Medium-High]

Recruiting Agricultural Technicians and Experienced Farmers. Competitive compensation, guaranteed food rations, and secure housing provided. [Priority Status]

Procure Specific Pharmaceuticals: List attached below… Generous rewards based on scarcity and volume. [Urgent]

Civilian & Private Postings (Numerous & Varied):

Buying infant formula and nutritional liquid suitable for toddlers at high rates. Can trade survival supplies or crystal cores.

Armed Escort to the ‘Qingsong’ Outpost. Approximately five days round-trip. Seeking three combatants; compensation negotiable. [Deposit Required]

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