2026-07-19 11:11:57"I'm done," Siska sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her wrist. "The bowl is sparkling. Can I have some food now? I haven't eaten since yesterday."
Rangga didn't even look up from the screen. "Inspection time, Head Maid."
Zahara smoothly slid two perfectly cooked eggs onto a ceramic plate. She wiped her hands on her apron, her eyes locking onto Siska. The terrifying 'CEO-turned-Domestic-Enforcer' aura flared up instantly.
"If I find a single speck of grime on that porcelain, Siska, I am going to make you scrub it again with your toothbrush," Zahara said coldly, marching past her toward the bathroom.
Siska shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. Once Zahara was out of sight, she looked over at Rangga. Her eyes darted around the luxurious, expanded bunker. She saw the smart fridge, the warm lights, the soft sofa bed, and the absolute safety of the titanium walls.
Old habits die hard.
Siska puffed out her chest, pushed her messy hair over her shoulder, and walked over to the table. She put on her best pout, the one she used to get out of paying late fees.
"Abang Rangga~" she whined softly, leaning on the wooden table to show off her cleavage. "Why are you being so mean to me? We used to be so close. Remember when you fixed my AC last month?"
Rangga finally looked at her. He blinked slowly.
"I remember you telling your I*******m live that I was a 'creepy boomer trying to spy on you' while I was literally covered in rat poop in your ceiling," Rangga replied, his voice deadpan.
Siska forced a giggled, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, Abang, you know I was just playing! That's just my influencer persona! But seriously... why is she in charge? I'm your actual tenant. We have history. If you just kick her out, or put her in the bathroom, I can be your... special assistant. I can be really nice to you, Abang."
She reached out, tracing a manicured finger over the back of Rangga's hand.
[SYSTEM ALERT: TOXIC THOTTERY DETECTED!] [DEFENSE MECHANISM ENGAGED.]
Before Rangga could pull his hand away, a heavy ceramic plate slammed onto the table, missing Siska's fingers by a millimeter.
Siska shrieked, jumping back.
Zahara stood there, holding the plate of eggs. Her eyes were literal daggers. The temperature in the room plummeted.
"Listen to me, you discounted mannequin," Zahara whispered, her voice smooth and venomous. "I fought a horde of mutants. I survived a rocket launcher attack. And I just successfully fried a chicken embryo without breaking the yolk. If you think you can skip the hierarchy by wiggling your assets at this idiot, you are severely underestimating my capacity for violence."
Siska turned pale. "I-I was just—"
"The toilet is acceptable," Zahara interrupted, pointing toward the hallway. "Now, go take the pink basket, wash his cartoon underwear on the washboard, and hang them up. If they shrink, I will shrink you."
"But I want to eat!" Siska cried.
Zahara picked up a single, plain cracker from the counter and tossed it at Siska. It hit her in the forehead and bounced onto the floor. "Carbs. Now march."
Siska looked at the cracker, let out a pathetic sob, picked it up, and trudged back to the bathroom.
"Flawless execution! 10/10 for psychological warfare!" the System cheered in Rangga's head. "Host, your Head Maid is a natural! I'm harvesting so much despair from the Junior Custodian right now!"
Rangga tried very hard not to smile as Zahara sat down opposite him, pushing the plate of eggs toward him. She looked immensely proud of herself.
"You didn't have to threaten to shrink her," Rangga chuckled, picking up a fork. "I wasn't going to fall for the 'Abang' routine anyway."
"Please. Men are biologically wired to be stupid when a girl in yoga pants leans over a table," Zahara scoffed, elegantly slicing her own portion of eggs. "I'm just protecting the structural integrity of this bunker. Weak leadership leads to corporate collapse."
"Corporate collapse?" Rangga laughed, taking a bite. His eyes widened. The eggs were actually incredible. "Damn, Zahara. You might have missed your calling. Forget the mafia, you should have opened a warteg (food stall)."
Zahara actually blushed a little, though she quickly hid it behind her coffee mug. "Shut up and eat. What's the plan for today? We can't just sit here watching 90s sitcoms forever."
Right on cue, the green holographic interface expanded, filling the center of the table.
[MAIN QUEST GENERATED: EXPAND THE TERRITORY.] [Description: The Pusako Fortress is currently a Level 1 Safehouse. To upgrade to a Level 2 Command Center (Includes: Hydroponic Garden, Advanced Armory, and N*****x access), you require 10,000 System Points and one (1) Tier-2 Mutant Core.]
"A mutant core?" Rangga frowned, putting his fork down. "System, what the hell is a mutant core?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like, Host!" the System replied cheerfully. "Highly concentrated biological energy found in the brainstem of advanced infected! And you're in luck! Our drone has detected a Tier-2 territorial boss nesting just two blocks away!"
The hologram shifted, displaying aerial footage of an abandoned shopping mall at the end of their street. The main courtyard was covered in thick, pulsing black vines.
Sitting in the center of the courtyard, sitting on a throne made of smashed cars, was a massive, bloated zombie. It was easily three times the size of a normal human. It radiated a toxic, green mist, and was surrounded by hundreds of regular infected who seemed to be worshipping it.
[TARGET IDENTIFIED: THE MANDAILING ROT-KING.] [THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME.] [WARNING: The Rot-King can spit highly corrosive acid and summon hordes with its roar. Direct combat is considered suicidal.]
Zahara stared at the screen, her fork frozen mid-air. "You want us to kill that? It looks like a radioactive sumo wrestler."
"I don't 'want' to do anything," Rangga sighed, rubbing his temples. "But the System is right. We're going to run out of basic supplies eventually, and we need that hydroponic garden if we want fresh food."
"So how do we kill it?" Zahara asked, her strategic mindset taking over. "The roof turrets won't reach that far. And if we step outside, we'll be swarmed by its minions before we even get close."
Rangga stared at the bloated Rot-King on the screen. He tapped his chin, a slow, devious smile spreading across his face.
"System," Rangga asked. "Does the Rot-King have good hearing?"
"Excellent hearing, Host! Tier-2 mutants are highly sensitive to high-pitched frequencies and loud noises!"
Rangga's smile widened. He looked down the hallway, where the faint sound of Siska crying over the washboard could be heard.
Zahara saw his expression. She looked at the hallway, then back at Rangga. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Rangga... no," Zahara said, though she was already starting to smirk. "You can't."
"We need bait, Ms. Nasution," Rangga said, standing up and cracking his knuckles. "And lucky for us, we have a Junior Custodian who is exceptionally good at screaming."
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"I'm done," Siska sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her wrist. "The bowl is sparkling. Can I have some food now? I haven't eaten since yesterday."Rangga didn't even look up from the screen. "Inspection time, Head Maid."Zahara smoothly slid two perfectly cooked eggs onto a ceramic plate. She wiped her hands on her apron, her eyes locking onto Siska. The terrifying 'CEO-turned-Domestic-Enforcer' aura flared up instantly."If I find a single speck of grime on that porcelain, Siska, I am going to make you scrub it again with your toothbrush," Zahara said coldly, marching past her toward the bathroom.Siska shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. Once Zahara was out of sight, she looked over at Rangga. Her eyes darted around the luxurious, expanded bunker. She saw the smart fridge, the warm lights, the soft sofa bed, and the absolute safety of the titanium walls.Old habits die hard.Siska puffed out her chest, pushed her messy hair over her shoulder, and walked over to t
Chapter 6: The Ex-Crush, the Toilet Brush, and Senior Maid Privilege
The next morning, the bunker smelled like heaven. Specifically, it smelled like premium, freshly ground Arabica coffee. Rangga sat at his plastic folding table, taking a slow sip from a proper ceramic mug. He sighed in pure bliss. Across the room, Zahara was aggressively pinning a pair of faded Batman boxers to the indoor drying rack. She still looked like a disgruntled teenager in her oversized REBAHAN 4 LYFE t-shirt, but she was actually doing the chores without threatening to murder him. Character development."Host, you have 3500 System Points sitting in your account," the System’s voice chimed in his head. "What is this, a savings account? Spend it! Upgrade the bunker! An empty bank account builds character!"Rangga pulled up the green holographic interface."Alright, let's see what we can afford," Rangga muttered. "I'm tired of eating instant noodles on a plastic chair."He scrolled through the [BASE UPGRADES] menu. His eyes landed on a mid-tier option.[UPGRADE: Level 1
Chapter 5: Unfriendly Eviction, RPGs, and the Zombie Dinner Bell
Rangga leaned closer to the microphone. "I don't think you understand how renting works, man. The landlord holds the keys. Also, you're loitering. I’m going to have to ask you to step off the grass. Well, the asphalt."Zahara grabbed Rangga’s arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong, her nails digging into his skin. The baggy sleeves of her "REBAHAN 4 LYFE" t-shirt slipped down, but her eyes were all Ice Queen."Rangga, stop joking," she hissed, her voice frantic but low. "That’s Rizal. He’s not bluffing. He’s got two modified armored SUVs out there and at least ten heavily armed men. If they have RPG-7s with tandem warheads, they can crack a Level 1 bunker door with enough repeated hits."Rangga looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Tandem warheads? You guys brought anti-tank weapons to a corporate takeover?""We're a mafia syndicate! What did you think we used, strongly worded emails?!" she snapped."Time's up," Rizal’s voice echoed outside. He turned to one of his men holding a long, ol
Chapter 4: Batman Boxers, A Giant T-Shirt, and The Loyalty Deposit
Morning in the bunker didn't come with a sunrise. It came with the harsh, buzzing hum of the LED ceiling lights flicking on at exactly 7:00 AM, accompanied by a digital rooster crowing through the intercom.Rangga stretched on his cot, popping his back. He had slept like a baby. It turned out that being encased in a titanium cube while the world ended outside did wonders for his insomnia.Across the room, Zahara looked like she had been dragged backward through a thornbush.She was sitting on the edge of the cheap folding sofa bed, staring blankly at the concrete floor. Her designer blazer was draped over a chair, smelling faintly of bleach and zombie guts. Her white blouse was wrinkled beyond repair, and her immaculate updo from yesterday was now a chaotic bird's nest. Her dark circles could rival a panda's."Morning, tenant," Rangga chirped, tossing his blanket aside. "Sleep well?"Zahara slowly turned her head. Her eyes were bloodshot. "The mattress feels like it's stuffed wit
Chapter 3: Maximum Rage, Instant Noodles, and the Forbidden Laundry
For a solid three seconds, the only sounds in the bunker were the deafening THUD-THUD-THUD of the giant mutant zombie hammering against the outer steel door, and the dripping of dirty mop water from Zahara’s designer blazer.Zahara stared at Rangga. Her brain, highly trained in hostile corporate takeovers and underworld assassinations, literally stopped working."Clean... the floor?" she whispered. Her voice was dangerously quiet. The kind of quiet that usually preceded someone ending up at the bottom of the Jakarta Bay in a cement sleeping bag."Yeah," Rangga said, leaning back in his cheap plastic chair, completely unbothered by the fact that the ceiling was vibrating. "And the broken mug. Don't step on the glass, it's a pain to pick out of your soles.""THERE IS A MUTANT FREAK TRYING TO TEAR THIS BUILDING APART!" Zahara finally exploded. Her voice echoed off the titanium walls, raw and unhinged. She pointed a trembling, perfectly manicured finger at the hologram screen. "AND
Chapter 2: The Ice Queen, a Mop, and Instant Coffee
The sterilization corridor hummed like a jet engine. Disinfectant spray—smelling like a mix of bleach and cheap lemon—blasted from every direction, drenching Zahara Nasution. Zahara coughed hard, her eyes stinging. Her bone-white designer suit, which cost as much as a sports car, was now soaking wet, clinging to her body along with the washed-away remains of zombie blood. Her gold pistol had been snatched by a mechanical arm that had suddenly shot out of the wall the moment she’d fallen into the room.A green light flickered above the steel door in front of her. It slid open without a sound. Zahara stepped out, her breath still ragged. She found herself in a vast room that looked more like a concrete showroom than a boarding house. The floor was polished cement, the walls were lined with steel panels, and in the middle of the room sat a man on a red "Lion Star" plastic chair.The guy was wearing a faded t-shirt featuring a defunct political party and knee-length shorts. In hi
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