God Of War System : Apocalypse King

CHAPTER 9: THE FIRST JEALOUSY

The sun climbed higher, its heat beginning to sting the skin. But for Andy, the most agonizing heat didn't come from the sun; it came from the fire of jealousy burning in his chest as he watched the ship's cabin door swing fully open.

Cindy stepped out.

Andy held his breath. Abigail, who was wringing out her wet clothes on the beach, also froze.

Cindy looked... different. Very different. Yesterday, she was a terrified, dirty, and disheveled city girl. Now? She looked like she had just stepped out of a five-star spa. Her milky white skin looked brighter, as if radiating a faint inner light. Her long, flowing hair appeared shiny and voluminous.

And her body... Andy swallowed hard. The oversized beach shirt Cindy was wearing—Satria's shirt—couldn't hide her increasingly mature curves. The open top buttons revealed the cleavage of her *Twin Peaks*, which looked fuller and firmer, as if they had just been refilled with the highest quality silicone—yet they were natural.

"Morning, everyone," Cindy greeted them. Her voice sounded sweeter, more energetic. She stretched, a movement that caused the shirt to tighten, outlining a perfect silhouette.

"You... you look..." Abigail stammered, her eyes wide with envy. She looked down at her own arms, covered in red mosquito bites and skin starting to peel from sunburn. "What did you guys do in there? What medicine did you use?"

Cindy smiled mysteriously, glancing at Satria, who was sitting casually on a fallen coconut trunk, sipping cold mineral water.

"Satria treated me," Cindy answered simply, her cheeks flushing pink.

"Treated what!" Andy slammed down the young coconut he had been struggling to open. "You two were having fun all night while we slept, getting bitten by sandflies! Look at you, Cin. You look like you just had..." Andy didn't finish his sentence, his eyes fixed on Cindy's slender neck.

There was a reddish-purple mark there. A clear love bite (*hickey*). And not just one; several peeked out from behind the shirt collar.

Andy's blood boiled. His imagination ran wild, picturing what Satria—the quiet student he used to look down on—had done to the campus queen.

"Watch your mouth, Andy," Satria's voice cut through Andy's vulgar thoughts. Satria stood up and walked toward them.

Satria was now wearing cargo pants he had found in the ship's storage (belonging to the previous owner). He was shirtless. His abdominal, chest, and arm muscles were sharply defined, hard as granite. His skin was a healthy copper color.

"We need logistics," Satria said, ignoring Andy's hostile glare. "There's no fresh water on this island. Coconuts are only a temporary solution. We need to move all the useful items from the ship to the shore first to sort them, and then we'll fix the engine."

"Move them? Do you think we're laborers?" Andy grumbled. "Let Cindy do it. She's 'healthy' now."

Satria stared flatly at Andy. "Cindy rests. She worked hard all night."

The sentence carried a double meaning that made Andy's face grow even sourer.

Satria walked toward the pile of reserve gasoline jerrycans (about four, 20 liters each) and two large boxes of canned food supplies that weighed perhaps 50 kilograms.

"Help me lift this," Satria ordered Andy.

"That's crazy heavy! Even one jerrycan is tough for one person!" Andy refused.

Satria snorted. "Then move aside. You're in the way."

Right before the eyes of the three of them, Satria touched the stack of items.

*ZRAP!*

In the blink of an eye, the four gasoline jerrycans and the two large boxes vanished from sight. Gone. Without a trace.

"Huh?" Abigail rubbed her eyes. "Where... where did the stuff go?"

Andy took a step back, his face pale. "Devil... this is devil magic..."

Satria raised his hand again, and then, with a gentle flicking motion, the items reappeared on the sand, neatly stacked five meters from their original position.

*ZRAP!*

[SKILL: INVENTORY - 5/10 SLOTS USED]

"Inventory," Satria explained briefly. "I can store items in a pocket dimension space. So we don't have to tire ourselves out carrying heavy loads."

Abigail looked at Satria with a gaze that had completely changed. From mere fear, it now turned into admiration and dependence. In this ruined world, the man who could make burdens disappear and produce cold water was king.

"Satria... that's amazing!" Abigail exclaimed, unconsciously stepping closer to Satria, leaving Andy behind. "Can you store my bag too? It's heavy to run with."

"Yes. Just gather everything here," Satria replied.

Andy watched the scene, his jaw clenched. His own girlfriend, Abigail, who usually clung to him, was now looking at Satria with eyes sparkling like a dog spotting a bone.

"Tch," Andy spat into the sand. "Show-off."

"What did you say?" Cindy turned sharply.

"I said show-off!" Andy exploded. He stood up, pointing at Satria's face. "Just because you have some weird power, you act like a boss! Remember, Sat, the car you used to escape was mine! We got here because I was driving!"

Satria looked at Andy calmly, the gaze of a predator observing a noisy prey.

"Your car is destroyed, Andy. And you almost killed us all because of your panic," Satria said coldly. "From now on, I lead. If you don't like it, you can stay on this island with the monitor lizards."

"You..." Andy clenched his fist, wanting to punch that smug face. But the memory of Satria crushing a shark's head and snapping a coconut tree made him shrink back.

Andy lowered his hand, but the hatred in his eyes deepened. "Fine. You're the boss. Happy?"

***

Two days passed on the island.

The atmosphere among them grew increasingly awkward. Satria spent his time training physically and trying to understand his system. He ran around the island carrying large rocks, did push-ups with Cindy sitting on his back, and practiced punching coconut trunks until wood dust scattered.

Whenever Satria trained, Cindy was always nearby, preparing a drink or simply gazing at him with adoration. Their relationship grew stickier. At night, the sound of muffled moans and a rocking bed from inside the ship's cabin became a torturous lullaby for Andy and Abigail outside.

Meanwhile, Andy's role became increasingly marginalized.

He tried climbing a coconut tree to prove he was useful, but failed and ended up with scrapes. He tried catching fish with a homemade wooden spear but caught nothing.

In contrast, Satria only needed to stand on the reef, wait for a fish to pass, and *ZLEB*—his hand moved like lightning, snatching a red snapper directly from the water with his bare hand.

On the second night, during the grilled fish dinner.

Abigail sat next to Satria, not Andy.

"The fish meat is sweet, Satria is so good at picking fish," Abigail praised, licking her fingers. She deliberately leaned forward, showing off her cleavage, which wasn't much compared to Cindy's, but enough to seek attention.

Satria only nodded politely, not engaging much. He was busy feeding Cindy the best pieces of fish meat.

Andy watched the interaction from across the bonfire. He saw how Abigail stared at Satria's arm muscles when the man snapped firewood. He saw how Abigail laughed heartily every time Satria spoke, even when the joke wasn't funny.

*Slut,* Andy thought. *All women are the same. See someone stronger, and they immediately spread their legs.*

Andy's sense of inferiority worsened. He felt emasculated. He felt small. And worst of all, he felt Satria was doing all this deliberately to humiliate him.

"We leave tomorrow," Satria suddenly said, breaking the silence.

"Where to? Isn't it safe here?" Abigail asked.

Satria pointed west, toward the dark sea horizon.

"Look over there. Earlier today, I saw thick black smoke rising high from the direction of East Java. Most likely Banyuwangi or around Ketapang," Satria explained.

"Are you crazy! You want to take us toward the source of the smoke?" Andy protested. "That means there's a huge fire! There's a riot!"

"Exactly," Satria cut in firmly. "Smoke means activity. It could be the military, it could be other survivors. Resources on this island will run out in a week. We need weapons, medicine, and information. We can't live like cavemen forever."

"But the ship..." Cindy hesitated.

"I fixed the engine this afternoon. It was just dirt clogging the fuel filter and a slightly bent propeller. I straightened it out," Satria said casually. (Straightening a steel propeller with his bare hands, a display of strength that once again made Andy sick).

"We're going to Java," Satria decided. "Prepare yourselves. What's happening in Bali might not compare to what's happening in Java. The population is denser. That means..."

"More undead," Cindy finished, her face pale but resolute.

"Correct. Get some sleep. We leave at dawn."

Satria stood up, pulling Cindy's hand to enter the ship's cabin.

"Tonight... refill time again?" Andy whispered softly as they passed, his voice full of venom.

Satria stopped. He didn't turn around, but his aura pressed down on the air around them.

"Jealousy is a sign of inadequacy, Andy," Satria replied coldly, then entered the cabin and closed the door.

Andy ground his teeth until a grinding sound was audible. He stared at the closed door with a murderous look. His hands squeezed the beach sand until his knuckles turned white.

"Just you wait..." Andy whispered into the darkness. "One day you'll let your guard down, Satria. And when that happens, I'll take everything you own. Including the slut in there."

Abigail, sitting next to him, shifted away slightly. She felt a malicious aura emanating from her boyfriend. An aura that gave her chills, more frightening than the cold sea wind.

In the distance, across the dark strait, a faint orange flash of light was visible in the Java sky. The real apocalypse was waiting for them there.