The banks of the Grieving River, Lakeside District Survivor Base, Military Complex, Third Battalion Command Center, Office of the Fourth Deputy Commander.A battalion typically consisted of one commander and three deputy commanders, but the Third Battalion was the only one to have a fourth deputy, newly appointed just three days ago.Everyone whispered that this new deputy commander was the most beautiful woman in the entire military. This was a point of contention, as Commander Sears still had many loyal "fans." However, to call her the most welcomed and beloved? That was indisputable.Commander Sears was notoriously hard to approach, while the new deputy was far more personable. Anyone suffering from illusions or dizziness could head to the Third Battalion to listen to her sing—a balm that dispelled their symptoms to some extent.Listening to her sing was the excuse, but gazing at her unparalleled beauty was the true reason. Who wouldn’t enjoy admiring such a stunning woman? Though

According to the base’s rules, the central zone was always brightly lit with electric lights, ensuring the safety and security of its organizational headquarters. Naturally, no one objected to this arrangement—at least, the upper echelons of the base hadn’t received a single letter of protest, not even one.Percy’s private estate sprawled across 3,600 square meters. Before the apocalypse, he dared not flaunt such extravagance, and his father didn’t own a mansion vast enough to allow such indulgence. But after the apocalypse, property had lost much of its value, and no one dared question where Percy chose to live. He had claimed this estate as his personal residence.The estate was brightly illuminated, and a dozen beautiful women frolicked passionately in the swimming pool. Around them, more than ten men pursued them, entirely naked. Couples tangled freely, their bare flesh rubbing together, engaging in unabashedly intimate acts.Scenes of indulgence abounded: one man attended by seve

The letter expressed Percy’s long-held admiration for Verne—specifically his unique way of eating cucumbers. It invited “her” to a moonlit tea gathering to build a closer bond, enjoy cucumbers together, and perhaps discuss unresolved logistical matters.Everyone who heard it felt a strange awkwardness. The tone of the letter… undeniably bordered on sexual harassment.The letter, of course, was originally sent by Percy to harass Wallflower, testing her reaction. In a normal context outside working hours, Percy could excuse it as a poorly conceived personal message—tactless but not actionable, especially in a post-apocalyptic world with fewer societal constraints.But it wasn’t intended for a man. Two men bonding over cucumbers? That was an entirely different story.Anyone here receiving such a letter from another man would be even angrier than Verne was now.At this moment, the chaotic emotions on Verne’s face seemed to have distracted him from his initial desire for revenge.Murphy’s

Not only were these foods delicious, but they also provided prolonged satiety. Memphis vividly recalled a single piece of mutant fish or dog meat being enough to sustain a person through a full day of combat. Currently, their catch included only Level 2 or Level 3 mutant fish and sewer rats—not high-level enough.Memphis identified three potential sources of high-level mutant animals. He ordered Allan to investigate one site that morning, assigned Lionel to another, and planned to inspect the third himself."Or we could butcher that dumb dog, salt the near-ton of meat, and ration it. That’d work fine too."The third solution involved studying and learning from the dumb dog. Big Black Dog could operate tirelessly all day, consuming zombie corpses and magical crystal shards as sustenance. This represented an abundant and potent source of energy. However, replicating this ability seemed challenging, humans clearly couldn’t consume zombies as food.Another possibility was investigating ho

Struggling to descend, Memphis moved forward along the tunnel. The dim light of flickering lamps illuminated the way, while the damp, stifling air made it difficult to breathe.“Air circulation is pretty bad. Next time, I should bring an oxygen tank.” he muttered, carefully observing his surroundings. Nothing suspicious caught his eye—just a few dead rats poisoned by the traps laid earlier. A summoned group of undead minions quickly collected the carcasses, packing them into burlap sacks to be dealt with later.This tunnel was meant to be accessed solely by him, no one else was allowed to handle the cleanup work.After walking roughly a kilometer, Memphis arrived at a semi-familiar holding room—this was the containment unit for M2, level 24.The chamber was heavily fortified, equipped with gasoline bombs, explosives, floodlights, surveillance cameras, and rat traps. Every precaution was taken to ensure the prisoner could live as comfortably and securely as possible. M2 was a high-leve