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
Memphis could easily use 10 artillery shells to destroy the defenses of that hill, but each shell used was a loss. He wasn’t willing to spend even 5 shells, let alone 10. Of course, if after this strike the big-headed creature still dared to attack humanity, it would be blasted to death with more artillery fire.Moreover, he sensed that this monster wasn’t as "reckless" as the level 24 M2 at the Three Boulevard battlefield. This zombie was in deep hesitation, afflicted by the "disease" of the level 25 Strength Form that once guarded Pinecrest supermarket. That was the "fear of breaking what it’s protecting."It feared something might destroy the precious treasure it was guarding.From the beginning to now, it had only fiercely defended. From when Cormac was alive until now, it had never left its lair. It didn’t send its entire army to fight but instead sent waves, especially keeping its most elite zombies near the cave. It was obsessed with its treasure to the point of clouding its ju
At 9 AM on the 17th day after the apocalypse, on the battlefield of Sunny Hills, a full 120 minutes of fierce combat had passed, and both sides finally ceased fire, retreating to rest and regroup.Standing on top of an armored vehicle, looking towards the distant hill, Memphis’s gaze was calm and unwavering.He had blindly stumbled his way to victory in battles against two Devouring Types. The battle at Pinecrest Supermarket against a level 25 P2 had almost killed him, teaching him a harsh lesson. He had won at the battlefield of Three Avenues, but at a great cost—suffering significant injuries and heavy losses in manpower.In this battle, however, he still had half of his potential points left, not a single drop of his blood had been spilled, and fewer than 30 of his team members had perished."It’s really been exhausting..."The failure of the Manipulation Type M2 at level 27 had taught him many things. Never wait passively in any situation, and never consider anything irreplaceable
The truck rolling down the road had its energy concentrated most densely around its four wheels and engine, with the front of the vehicle—the part that would make contact in a collision—glowing brightest. Piled on top of the truck bed were bundles of B40 nets, tightly woven with urine-soaked rags, which emitted their distinct radiance.A bullet soaring through the air left a brilliant red streak connecting the gun’s barrel to its distant target.The six-sided fortifications ahead exuded a still, pale white aura, with hardly any movement or fluctuation.The wind brushing through the trees carried a faint light blue hue, breaking into countless