Chapter 1612- Factions gathering
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Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1612- Factions gathering (Teaser)

"Hey Jack, your big moose is becoming as ordinary as your name."

A voice made Jack, who was feeding his war beast, turn his head with a frown. He saw Adron swaying toward him, his dreadlocks bouncing, followed by a tall, snow-white, mutated moose that strutted proudly through the camp just like its owner.

"You shameless bastard, get the hell away from me!"

Jack cursed and continued feeding his mount. Moose, being one of the few herbivorous lifeforms left in the apocalypse, were picky eaters—only mutated plants above level four could satisfy them.

What Jack held in his hand was a mutated plant called Black Fern Sedge. This particular one was level four; its demon crystal had already been extracted, leaving about five pounds of leaves and stems.

It might seem like a lot, but for a mutated moose weighing over a ton—sometimes close to two—it was barely a drop in the bucket.

Yes, Jack’s mutated moose was starving.

In North America, in Alaska, this wasn’t unusual.

This place was different from the other continents. There were large, discipl