Dealing with external threats was hard, but internal affairs were just as challenging. Building a faction wasn’t as simple as defeating zombies and expecting everyone inside to follow orders and prosper. In a family of four, there were already hundreds of issues to manage. In a company with over a dozen people, thousands of problems arose. In a faction with over 900 members, the issues multiplied. If left unchecked, within days, it would become chaotic, and within a week, it would completely collapse.Memphis had no time to personally manage all of this. His job was to lead and wait for results. If the results were good, great. If not, well…Lionel, writing down all these tasks, silently cried inside. His face seemed to age by 10 years in an in
Memphis shifted gears, asking: "How’s the formation of the special operations team coming along?"He intended to build an elite squad of about 30 top-tier Superhumans, individuals with exceptional strength, skill, and loyalty. This unit would consist of specialists from various fields, capable of operating with agility, trust, and cohesion, prepared to tackle any mission.These members would receive exclusive training, and the selection process would be rigorous and continuous. They would also enjoy the highest privileges, including access to premium skills, equipment, and resources.With the zombies growing stronger by the day, relying solely on military-grade weapons was no longer sustainable—ammo could run out, and enemies could adapt. But humans, given rest and training, could evolve and overcome. That’s why building this team was crucial.Jarred’s spirits lifted slightly at the mention of the special team. He cracked his knuckles and said with determination,"We’ve shortlisted ov
After traveling some distance, the Reflection clone barked curiously:"Woof woof...""Big Black Dog, aren’t you worried those rats will destroy your treasure while you’re gone? Woof!"In the darkness, the Big Black Dog’s eyes glowed an eerie green. It bared its teeth and let out a long, proud howl:"Awooooo...""I’ve already marked my territory all around. Any of those little rats who catch even a whiff of my scent will be scared to death. They wouldn’t dare come close. Woof!"Back in Hope Town, after instructing his team to step up patrols, Memphis returned to the joint meeting room to meet Richard.As Memphis had predicted, Lakeside’s forces were tied up on the main battlefield in Vienna. Despite their frustration with Hope Town, they had no choice but to grudgingly accept the proposal to temporarily let Memphis retain his military assets.Moreover, Hope Town had offered to send a "representative.” Jarred, to comply with the second of the three conditions previously set, leaving Lak
Half an hour later, after Sarah’s face had flushed slightly and her breathing had quickened a bit, all the work was finally done.Memphis, satisfied, stuffed the last spoonful of rice into his mouth and casually said:“Sort it out and send it to the relevant people. Then you should get some rest.”Sarah bit her lip before nodding obediently:“Yes...”Memphis had planned to get another bowl of rice, but after thinking for a moment, he lazily asked:“How many lawyers, judges, and legal experts are in Hope Town?”The residents' survey was almost complete. Before the apocalypse, people had disclosed their previous professions, hoping to secure a better position. But in the post-apocalyptic world, jobs like farmers, workers, and drivers were more valuable because of their physical strength and usefulness in the field. Professions like office workers, teachers, and lawyers were less in demand, as their roles had lost significance in this new society.Those with weaker physical abilities, as
Every contact required a different frequency—caution was paramount. One careless move could jeopardize everything. He aimed to create a new legal structure, drawing from the most effective system available—the one at Lakeside.The task he entrusted to Sarah involved crafting a legal code reflecting Hope Town’s identity, but it would also adhere to guidelines he provided. Memphis knew he had to present himself as knowledgeable and grounded in all matters, even without formal expertise. A leader with visible flaws would inevitably be exploited by those under him.And, of course, he couldn't entirely trust the economic law expert Sarah and her team. They were merely part of the judiciary, lacking the loyalty and contributions required to build an entire system. Lakeside’s government remained the legitimate legislative body, a source from which Hope Town could draw strength. Learning from one’s adversaries to grow stronger—this was the essence of leadership.Memphis's initial "humane" req
"Damn it..." Mumbling under his breath, Memphis threw off the blanket and dashed into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he'd finished his morning routine, fully dressed in his combat gear, and was seated at the kitchen table with an eager expression.As one's level increases, the need for sustenance after expending potential points in battle also rises. Even though Memphis hadn’t fought last night, he was still ravenous, and all he wanted now was to satisfy his rumbling stomach.And that was where Shaina came in. She carefully placed the dishes on the table—three in total, each one generously portioned and looking delicious."What’s this?" Memphis asked, pointing to a dish of buns while swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Across from him, Shaina, who exuded her usual melancholy aura, softly replied:"It’s a... mysterious bao bun.""Mysterious bao bun... Ugh..." Memphis cursed silently to himself. He picked up the massive bun from the plate. It felt soft and moist to the touch, with a del
Sitting in a high-mobility jeep, Memphis casually tossed a ring to Jarred, who was seated beside him."Get familiar with it first, and don’t mess around. One wrong move, and it’s game over."Jarred examined the ring, flipping it in his hands, then burst out laughing."Boss, why not just give me the ring? I’ve got a fun idea for it."Memphis's mouth twitched in irritation. He let out a cold snort."Next time, change locations. How could you not smel
Humanity had a full night’s rest, and their attacks continued without pause. After seven or eight waves of system strikes, over 3,000 zombies were eliminated. The Superhuman team immediately retreated to receive recovery support from healing abilities, while the gun-wielding group quickly advanced, unleashing a metal storm upon the remaining zombies.On day 16 of the apocalypse, even if someone had trained a pig, that pig would know how to fire a gun by now, let alone humans. Everyone here had already fired hundreds of rounds, and their shooting accuracy had become quite reliable. As long as they weren’t as hopelessly incompetent as Memphis, on average, every three bullets fired would result in a zombie’s head being blown apart.The downpour of bullets caused zombies to fall like harvested wheat. In just a few minutes, over 3,000 zombies had been destroyed. This was even with Memphis ordering the use of CKC rifles, which only fired at a rate of 30 rounds per minute. Had they used AK47