All Chapters of The Cheating Wife's Worthless Husband Is the Apocalypse King: Chapter 101
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CHAPTER 102
Sarah stood in the middle of the warm corridor, her back to the sealed door, the muffled sound of Greg's fists pounding against reinforced steel fading behind her like a dream she was already forgetting. The warmth wrapped around her frozen body and squeezed the tension from her muscles one layer at a time.Marco walked past her without urgency and began setting food on the table. A steaming bowl of ramen with sliced pork floating on top. Two hard boiled eggs, perfectly peeled. Three bottles of mineral water lined up like soldiers. And then he reached into the system warehouse and pulled out a roast chicken leg, golden brown and glistening, the smell hitting Sarah's nostrils with the force of a punch she never saw coming."Eat." He set the chicken leg directly in front of her and pulled out the chair.Sarah's jaw locked. Her eyes darted to the sealed door behind her, then to the food, then to Marco's calm, patient face. The refusal was right there, sitting on the tip of her tongue,
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CHAPTER 103
He gave Tank a piece of jerky and settled onto the couch. The thermal display stayed quiet for exactly forty three minutes before it lit up with something far more interesting.Four buildings away, in the community room of Building 2, Victor stood in front of his twenty men for the final time. The candles had been replaced with a single camping lantern that threw hard shadows across every face in the room. The mood was electric, a mixture of hunger, fury, and the particular brand of reckless courage that only grows inside men who have convinced themselves they have nothing left to lose."This is the night." Victor's voice was measured, controlled, every word chosen for maximum impact. "Everything we've been building toward. Everything we've been planning. Tonight, we take what should have been shared from the beginning, and we build something permanent on top of it."He looked around the room, his sharp eyes landing on each face for a full second before moving to the next."When we co
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CHAPTER 104
Victor and his basement team reached the reinforced door and stopped. The flashlight beam moved across the surface of the steel, tracing bolts the size of fists, hinges buried inside the frame, and a thickness that made the door look less like a household fixture and more like something pulled from the entrance of a nuclear bunker."Jesus." One of the men pressed his palm flat against the steel and felt nothing but cold, immovable mass. "This thing has to be six inches thick. Maybe more. What kind of person puts a door like this on a residential basement?""The kind of person who has something worth protecting behind it." Victor ran his fingers along the frame, studying the seams, his mind already turning the observation into fuel. "Think about that for a second. A man who spent this much money sealing one entrance has ten times more supplies inside than any of us guessed. This isn't a pantry. This is a vault. And everything in it becomes ours tonight."The men exchanged looks, hunger
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CHAPTER 105
The five men scrambled over each other like rats trapped in a flooding pipe. One slipped on the wet floor and went down hard, his face pressing into a puddle of the tainted water, the scream that followed barely human. Another clawed his way toward the exit on hands and knees, the spray hammering his back and shoulders, blisters forming in real time.They tumbled out of the corridor one after another, collapsing onto the garage floor in a soaking, shaking heap, their skin red and swollen, their clothes drenched with water that continued to burn even after the spray stopped.Victor lay on his back, gasping at the ceiling, his face a mottled mess of welts and blistered patches. The diversion had lasted less than thirty seconds. Marco had never shown his face, never opened the door, never even spoken a word through the speaker. He had simply pressed a button and turned the entire corridor into a poisoned shower.Zero seconds of distraction. The surface team is on its own.Above ground, t
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CHAPTER 106
"Pull back! Everyone pull back to the shelter!" The lead man grabbed the injured sledgehammer wielder and dragged him back under the bed frame. The group huddled together, ten men crammed beneath a structure that was already groaning under its own weight, the toxic rain hissing against the plastic sheeting overhead.They were about to retreat when a window opened on the second floor. Warm light spilled out into the toxic fog, and Marco's silhouette appeared in the frame, leaning on the sill with the casual posture of a man watching fireworks from his balcony."Leaving so soon?" His voice carried down clearly through the still, poisoned air. "You went through all this trouble hauling a bed frame through the rain and you're giving up after one window? That's disappointing. Even for a pack of stray dogs chasing a car they could never catch.""YOU!" The lead man pointed up at the window, rage overriding every rational thought. "Come down here and face us like a man!""I am facing you." Ma
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CHAPTER 107
The screaming from the yard faded into groaning. The groaning faded into whimpering. The whimpering faded into a silence so absolute it pressed against the windows like a living thing.Marco stood at the second floor window and watched the last man stop moving. Ten bodies lay pinned beneath the wreckage of their own mobile shelter, the toxic rain still falling on exposed skin that had stopped feeling anything at all.The fog swirled around them in slow, thick curls, swallowing the scene inch by inch until the yard below looked less like a battlefield and more like a graveyard being slowly erased by the earth itself.He closed the shutters. The latch clicked into place. The warmth of the safe house folded around him like a blanket.Tank was already asleep at the foot of the bed, one paw twitching in whatever dream dogs have when the world outside is ending and the world inside is perfectly warm.[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Mission Complete. Objective: Defend shelter from organized multi vect
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CHAPTER 108
Neighborhood population scan: Total heat signatures detected: 247. Estimated original population: 410+. Estimated mortality rate: 40%. Primary causes: hypothermia, starvation, toxic exposure, violence. Projected mortality increase over next 7 days: SIGNIFICANT.]Two hundred and forty seven people left out of over four hundred. Forty percent gone in one week. By the time the rain stops, that number drops to maybe a hundred and fifty. Maybe less.He closed the stats and checked his messages. Two notifications waiting.Hey Marco. Sophie's satellite internet is still working so I can actually send messages. We're safe up here. The fortress is holding perfectly. Walls are solid, generator is running, water filtration is online, and we have enough supplies for months. Sophie says hello and also says she told everyone so. I'm starting to think she might be the sanest person I've ever met. Stay safe down there. Giorgia's message came with a photo of her sitting by a fireplace, wrapped in a b
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CHAPTER 109
Marco closed the second floor window and the groaning from the yard cut to a muffled nothing behind reinforced steel shutters.Ten men lay trapped beneath the wreckage of their own mobile shelter, toxic rain still falling on exposed skin, concrete blocks pinning them flat against frozen ground.Whether the rain killed them first or the cold or the weight pressing down on their chests, the math arrived at the same answer no matter which variable moved fastest.Dead men breathing on borrowed time. Not worth watching.He scratched Tank behind the ears. "Come on, buddy. We're going downstairs."The underground garage was a cavern of absolute darkness. No emergency lights. No exit signs. Nothing but the faint hum of frozen air circulating through a space that stretched the length of five connected buildings.Marco walked through it with the confidence of a man who owned every shadow in the room, Tank trotting beside him, nose twitching, cataloging every scent the frozen air carried.He pul
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CHAPTER 110
Marco looked at him for one full second. Then he tilted the barrel slightly to the left and fired.No sound came from the gun itself. The round deployed silently through the system interface, crossing the distance between barrel and target at the speed of a live bullet.The man standing directly behind Victor dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, a small hole in his forehead and an expression of mild surprise frozen on his face before he even hit the floor.Victor's knees hit the concrete so hard the impact echoed through the entire garage. His face was the color of printer paper, his burned left hand shaking uncontrollably at his side."Still think it's a toy?" Marco lowered the barrel until it pointed directly at the bridge of Victor's nose. "I can fire again if you need more convincing. I have plenty of ammunition and, honestly, plenty of patience.""Please." Victor's voice cracked clean in half, the confident warlord from the candlelit briefing dissolving into something smal
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CHAPTER 111
Marco woke up on the eighth morning of the apocalypse with Tank's nose pressed against his hand and the safe house humming quietly around him like a machine that never needed rest.He took his time brushing his teeth, washing his face with warm water that no other person in the neighborhood had access to, and sitting down to a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced mango that the system warehouse had kept in perfect condition since the day before the world ended.He picked up his phone and opened the group chat.The first message he saw was a photo. Ray Dalton, apartment 1902, Building 2, lying on his back in a stairwell with his throat cut from ear to ear.The blood had frozen into a dark red sheet beneath him, and his eyes were still open, staring at a ceiling he would never see again. The photo was tagged with Marco's name, and a message underneath it read: Job done. Where do I collect?Marco raised an eyebrow. That was fast. I expected that rat to survive at least three mo
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