The chance of this item ever showing up again was probably random too, he might never see something like it again for the rest of his life…“Gotta find someone to test this thing…”As the thought arose, he began discreetly glancing at the four women in the room.Bridget? Difficult. She was too clever, too wary, there was no way she’d agree to test something like this.Brigitte? Also difficult. She was still reeling from the effects of the Level 4 Gluttonous Dungeon, her face was pale, and she’d be hard to convince to try anything new.Shaina… sigh, with her eternally sorrowful expression, he felt a bit of reluctance there.Sarah… why was she still smiling so smugly? Was she in a daze or what?"The more educated, the more successful, the more prestigious—the easier they are to deceive, especially at unexpected moments… She’s highly educated, confident in herself, always certain she can’t be fooled. Perfect target…”To deceive someone, you first had to understand them. Memphis was a sea
However, it was still a powerful tool, ideal for solo confrontations with high-level zombies, sparing the user from constantly dodging attacks. Its most effective use might be against Explosion Types, which could detonate with the slightest disturbance. But finding the correct color and timing was definitely a challenge.He quickly snatched the bottle back, giving it a few shakes. Outside, it continued to display a mix of colors, and inside he could hear a faint liquid sloshing, though the bottle appeared empty. The hidden potency was as unpredictable as its colors, there was no telling what effect might follow another drink."Getting ready to die..."Memphis was a cautious man, partly due to his deep curiosity about everything—an urge that often led to dangerous situations. But since Sarah had survived her drink, he doubted he’d have worse luck than she did.After a few more shakes, the colors outside shifted to a sparkling dark purple, and he tilted his head back and drank without h
"This was his deserved karma" Neglecting others, even deceiving them into wading through the waters first so he could feel his way behind…now he faced disaster alone. Why expect others to care in return?"But ambition is human nature, and selfishness is inherent" The likes of Sarah had ambitions for higher status, and he had ambitions for more care and affection "wanting to take without giving". Why?"Because he was simply an ordinary person""An ordinary person with a selfish heart, full of contradictions, who suddenly found himself in an extraordinary position" The banks of the Grieving River, Lakeside District Survivor Base, Military Complex, Third Battalion Command Center, Office of the Fourth Deputy Commander.A battalion typically consisted of one commander and three deputy commanders, but the Third Battalion was the only one to have a fourth deputy, newly appointed just three days ago.Everyone whispered that this new deputy commander was the most beautiful woman in the entire military. This was a point of contention, as Commander Sears still had many loyal "fans." However, to call her the most welcomed and beloved? That was indisputable.Commander Sears was notoriously hard to approach, while the new deputy was far more personable. Anyone suffering from illusions or dizziness could head to the Third Battalion to listen to her sing—a balm that dispelled their symptoms to some extent.Listening to her sing was the excuse, but gazing at her unparalleled beauty was the true reason. Who wouldn’t enjoy admiring such a stunning woman? Though Apocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 562:
Wallflower let out a cold, angry snort. Abusing power for personal gain, especially during an apocalyptic crisis, was the epitome of corruption. However, she kept her composure, simply nodding and gesturing toward the table as she responded nonchalantly:"I understand. I’ll make the necessary arrangements. Thank you, Chief Massey, for your time and effort."Jedd didn’t press further. Confident that Wallflower understood his message, he placed the invitation on the edge of the table, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.If this deputy commander didn’t show up, he would simply be sent again with another invitation. No need to press the matter now. But if she did attend, well...Perhaps he could enjoy some side benefits. He’d done so before.But someone as stunningly beautiful and graceful as Wallflower was a rare find—a memory that would undoubtedly leave a lasting impression. He was already looking forward to it.After Willa escorted Jedd out, Wallflower picked up Percy’s red invitatio
According to the base’s rules, the central zone was always brightly lit with electric lights, ensuring the safety and security of its organizational headquarters. Naturally, no one objected to this arrangement—at least, the upper echelons of the base hadn’t received a single letter of protest, not even one.Percy’s private estate sprawled across 3,600 square meters. Before the apocalypse, he dared not flaunt such extravagance, and his father didn’t own a mansion vast enough to allow such indulgence. But after the apocalypse, property had lost much of its value, and no one dared question where Percy chose to live. He had claimed this estate as his personal residence.The estate was brightly illuminated, and a dozen beautiful women frolicked passionately in the swimming pool. Around them, more than ten men pursued them, entirely naked. Couples tangled freely, their bare flesh rubbing together, engaging in unabashedly intimate acts.Scenes of indulgence abounded: one man attended by seve
Murphy, Percy’s father, was neither a fool, a reckless man, nor a madman. Neither were the four battalion commanders or the thirteen vice-commanders under his command. At Lakeside Base, fools, reckless individuals, and madmen were either weaklings or under constant surveillance, which was why Percy had never feared anyone.Except for one glaring exception: the man currently floating above him.Verne was both a fool and the epitome of recklessness and madness, completely unchecked by anyone.Who would dare to restrain him?Rumors swirled within the military that when Riddle unleashed his fury, his power rivaled even Fergus’s. Though this claim remained unverified, no baseless rumor could persist for so long without merit.This was the person Percy feared most—someone he avoided at all costs. Percy had never initiated even the slightest contact with Verne. After all, who knew when the man might suddenly lose control and wreak havoc?And yet, here he was. What had provoked Verne’s fury t
The letter expressed Percy’s long-held admiration for Verne—specifically his unique way of eating cucumbers. It invited “her” to a moonlit tea gathering to build a closer bond, enjoy cucumbers together, and perhaps discuss unresolved logistical matters.Everyone who heard it felt a strange awkwardness. The tone of the letter… undeniably bordered on sexual harassment.The letter, of course, was originally sent by Percy to harass Wallflower, testing her reaction. In a normal context outside working hours, Percy could excuse it as a poorly conceived personal message—tactless but not actionable, especially in a post-apocalyptic world with fewer societal constraints.But it wasn’t intended for a man. Two men bonding over cucumbers? That was an entirely different story.Anyone here receiving such a letter from another man would be even angrier than Verne was now.At this moment, the chaotic emotions on Verne’s face seemed to have distracted him from his initial desire for revenge.Murphy’s