Chapter 101. Loss
[Type 1 Supply Depot]
A sign hung from the ceiling.
This room was the unit’s storage.
*Fuck, this is the good stuff.*
With an ecstatic expression, he meticulously scanned the Metal Shelves.
True to soldiers, everything was neatly organized.
Starting with rotten ingredients, various Food Supplies were arranged by type.
An unbearable stench emanated from the moldy, colorful ingredients.
However, the preserved food items deeper inside were perfectly fine.
*If I eat this alone, it should last me a good while.*
Today, he had only woken up at dawn and grabbed a few Cookies.
Now, it was already night.
Just seeing food made his stomach send signals, demanding to be fed immediately.
He promptly pulled out a Combat Ration and headed into the cleanest Barracks.
[Food Supplies, Ready-to-Eat, Combat Type Ga-1]
The Combat Ration he picked up came in a paper box.
He read the instructions and checked the contents.
No special cooking was required; it was designed to be heated with a self-heating pack.
The package contained fried rice, three types of side dishes, and two kinds of dessert.
There was even a plastic spoon.
*The world has really improved.*
With just this small box, a meal was instantly ready.
At nearly 1300 calories, it was an invaluable treasure in a world like this.
He prepared it as instructed and waited.
*The ones I ate during my service weren’t this convenient…*
Perhaps the Combat Rations supplied to his unit during training were an older model.
The calorie count was similarly high, but the taste was absolutely awful.
