Elders' Court.
The people who came to donate supplies lined up from the main gate, stretching several miles.
Moreover, this line continues to extend at a rapid pace.
"I've not accomplished much in this life, working as a bricklayer on construction sites all my life. I intended to use this two hundred thousand to put a down payment on a house for my son. But if there's no country, how can there be a home?"
"Brother, I'm in real estate. I'm bringing over seven billion this time. If we get through this calamity safely, I'll gift you a house."
"..."
The dust of the world, the faces of the people.
This country usually seems like a scattered pile of sand, but when faced with great trials, it can exert such enormous cohesion.
For instance, at this moment.
Whether a mighty entrepreneur, a regular wage earner, or a migrant worker, all can play their part.
Within the Elders' Court.
